Maybe it is lived in. This could be where they keep their mistresses. Maybe they like to keep them close, and I’m sure since they both work at the casino a lot it makes it easier. I instantly feel exhausted at the thought, and I hate that I even care. I don’t want to care, and I shouldn’t care. I just want this day to be over with so that maybe after a night of sleep I can clear my head a little. I need to get things back on track and not be so off balance.

“I…I’m sorry. Can we maybe call it a night? I’m beat,” I ask softly. I shouldn’t be asking for anything after what happened in the limo. I should be thanking them for not sending me back to Samantha where I might get auctioned off to someone else. She could probably just take the money back and kick me to the curb. I should be thanking my lucky stars that Aaron and Justin bought me, and I wasn’t just with some random guy who might be a total dick. At least with these two I know they have a soft spot in them.

They both turn and look at me, and I can’t decipher what their look means. I guess this is beginning to be something that’s common with them. They can be so hard to read at times.

“Please don’t send me back.” The words tumble from my mouth, sounding pathetic and filled with emotion.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Aaron snaps in that stern voice he’s adopted since the limo incident. Yes, that’s what I’m calling it now. ‘The limo incident.’

Justin shoots him a look.

“Come with me, Stella. I’ll show you to your room.” Justin motions to me to follow him, and I do, not waiting for Aaron. I feel him follow me, his stare burning into my back.

Justin slides open two double doors, revealing a massive bed in the center of the room. The room is surrounded by glass windows on three sides and even the ceiling is made of glass. Guess you can’t sleep late with a room like this. No sooner does the thought enter my head than Justin flips a switch, making drapes close around the room. With a second click, a panel comes from out of the wall, covering the entire glass ceiling. It’s amazing to watch.

“You have clothes in the closet, and anything you might need in the bathroom. If there’s something missing or something that you’d rather have instead, just call down to the fron—“

“No, she calls one of us. Only us,” Aaron says, cutting him off.

Justin just rolls his eyes, and carries on. “We’re lines one and two.”

“Which are you?” I ask, knowing that if I need something I’ll be calling Justin. He seems less angry than Aaron.

“Two.” He flashes me a perfect smile, and I swear I hear Aaron growl. He’s probably annoyed with me, and wants out of here. I bet he thinks he just wasted a cool ten million on a virgin who has no idea what she’s doing and can’t seem to have an orgasm without shedding a few tears.

“Thank you.”

“No need to thank us. It’s our duty to meet all your needs.” Aaron’s response is curt and sounds rehearsed. I inwardly flinch at the comment. Was that a dig? I’m not completely sure.

“We’ll leave you to it then.” Justin grabs his brother by the arm, pulling him from the room, but Aaron looks reluctant to leave.

When the door slides closed behind them, I hear a click follow. I panic for a second, thinking they just locked me in and I rush to the door to check. I stop short when I hear their muffled voices through the door. I lean in closer, trying to catch what they’re saying.

“We paid too much. Ten million. Are you fucking kidding me right now?” I can immediately tell it’s Aaron saying that. His voice is a little gruffer than Justin’s.

“I know, I know. Shit. I think I have an idea.”

“It better be a fucking good one,” Aaron fires back, clearly pissed. “Did you set everything up with Mandy?”

“Yeah, she’s ready when we are.”

“Good. I’ve got to go take care of my cock before it fucking bursts.”

“I hear you. We should at least stop by the poker match and say hi.”

“Fine, but I need a fucking drink first.” Aaron’s words trail off, and I can only assume they’re retreating down the hallway for Mandy to handle their cocks. I should be happy that I didn’t have to put out, but I feel pissed and a little sick.

All I want to do is put some pjs on and fall into bed. Looking around the room, dread beats down harder on me. They have clothes for me in the closet. Do they just recycle their mistress clothes or something? The idea of wearing the clothes of someone else they fucked makes my stomach turn. So does falling into that bed.

Shit. Get it together Stella. You’re here for a job. Put your big girl panties on. This isn’t a love story where two billionaires fall in love with the frumpy farm girl. Still, I find myself grabbing a pillow off the bed and making my way to the back of the room. There’s a small seating area with some chairs around it, and I go over, landing face first into the sofa.

Tomorrow, I tell myself. I’ll pull it all together tomorrow.

5

AARON

I walk to the end of the hall, Justin trailing me. When I get to the guest room door, he passes me and goes into the hall bath. We’re both on edge, and I know getting off right now is a necessity. I can’t think about anything other than Stella and how fucking delicious she looked in that nightie.

The door hasn’t even clicked shut and I’ve got my cock out. I spit on my hand and start to jerk off fast. I cup the end of my dick with my other hand to tease the head and catch my cum. I close my eyes, picturing Stella lifting up her silk to show me her virgin pussy, and I lose it. It doesn’t take thirty seconds for me to cum just thinking about how sweet her lips tasted and how pretty her pussy looked.

“Fuck,” I grunt as I fill my hand. My balls are drawn up tight, and it feels like I’m draining everything from me, but my dick doesn’t get any relief. I go to the en suite and clean up, my cock still rock hard and straining. Its veins are thick and the head of my dick is nearly purple with need. I hear a knock on the door, and Justin walks in as I straighten my clothes.

“That was absolutely no help.” He leans against the door frame, rubbing his crotch, and I see he’s still obscenely hard.

“Yeah, me neither. There’s not much we can do about it tonight. Put on your jacket and let’s get this over with. I’m ready to get back up here and into bed.”

When we get into the elevator, I press the button for the casino floor. The celebrity tournament is bringing us lots of attention tonight, and not necessarily the kind we want. We don’t usually hold these, but Don asked us to do the circuit this season, so we agreed to one night. We prefer our casino to be tastefully patronized, but when you throw in reality celebrities and famous people who love drama, that pretty much goes out the window.

“So what’s your plan to fix the money mess?”

“I just didn’t think it through during the bidding, but if she’s got five million straight off the bat, and is looking to get another five million in thirty days, what good are we to her?”

“That’s exactly my reason for the panic.”

Justin nods his head thoughtfully. “We’ve got to make her stay, and from what I can come up with, we’ve got two choices.”

“Which are?”

“We can hold paying off her dad’s debts over her head, but with the money she’s getting that’s not really a concern anymore. We could possibly guilt her into saving his life by staying with us. We know the guys looking to take him out, so we could use that as some kind of leverage.”

“Or?”

“Get her pregnant,” Justin says with a glint in his eyes. Like it's a card he's had up his sleeve this whole time.

I feel all the blood in my body rush to my already hard cock, causing me to blink my eyes a few times. “That one.” I can barely form words, thinking about impregnating Stella and binding her to us.