Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“Well, you know we’re members of the Sigma Epsilon Chi fraternity, which spells S-E-X. So what did you think was going to happen?” Brent asks in a reasonable tone.
I pause for a moment.
“Okay, but still. I thought I was going to be whisked away in a limo to a party filled with billionaires. Older men. Dudes who are in their forties or more, with paunches and fake teeth.”
Brandon pretends that I’ve just shot him in the heart, hunching his back while holding his hands to his chest.
“Ooof, that’s rough honey, because we’re all going to be forty someday. Maybe not today, but twenty years from now, certainly.”
“Okay, got it,” I say, my cheeks flushing. “So your fraternity rented a cabin in the middle of nowhere in order to host a sex party. Is that what you guys usually do? Is that Sigma’s M.O.?”
“We do throw a lot of parties...” Brandon drawls, with a knowing grin at his brother.
“But no, we weren’t renting the cabin. The cabin belongs to our father, who’s a rich fuck with a sick mind. Barrett regularly brings girls up there in order to fuck them silly, and he does it with a friend sometimes too. As you can see, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,” Brent smirks.
I stare at the hulking twins.
“What?” I practically whisper-scream. “That cabin is a sex cabin? Your dad keeps it to fuck women on the sly?”
I shrug.
“Yeah, basically. But Barrett’s in a serious relationship now, so the only girl he’s fucking is his girlfriend. But yeah, he and his friend Cross are both dating Misty. They take turns with her, and the three of them even have a baby together. We love our little half-brother, Sylvester.”
By now, my mind is whirling because I can’t compute. The handsome twins have just revealed that they learned their dirty ways from their father! Their dad is some asshole billionaire who fucks young women on the reg, and who lent his sons his cabin to do the same. Even crazier, it seems all the men in this family enjoy double-teaming women, and I’m merely the latest character in their sordid adventure.
I make a decision and stand up abruptly, my chair scraping against the floor.
“Okay, obviously this isn’t going to work,” I say in a queenly, yet trembling, tone. “We have too much history for any tutoring to be successful, so I’m going to resign. I’ll let the girl outside know, and they’ll assign you a different tutor shortly. Thanks, it’s been great meeting you.”
“You can’t quit,” Brent drawls, lounging back in his chair.
“We won’t let you,” Brandon smirks with a shrug of his big shoulders.
“Oh yeah?” I demand while slinging my knapsack over one shoulder. “Well, watch this!”
But the men merely shrug again while exchanging a look.
“Don’t go, sweetheart,” Brent says in a silky tone. “Or we’ll tell everyone that it’s you working for Sweet Lies, and not your roommate.”
“You wouldn’t!” I gasp, pausing in midflight. “Oh my god, that’s so wrong!”
“Fucked-up up is our middle name, sweetheart,” Brandon grins. “But why don’t we make a bet, and if you win, you get to leave, and we’ll never mention what happened again. If we win though, you stay.”
I stare at them.
“What bet?” I ask in a slow tone. “Somehow I get the feeling that the field’s not level.”
“The field is never level,” Brent smirks, so confident and yet arrogant that I wish I could slap him and then kiss that mobile mouth. “Take it from two football players. There’s always something going on with the pitch.”
“But do you agree?” his brother adds, one black brow raised. “Or should we go straight to the student newspaper with the news that co-eds at Western are moonlighting as escorts? I’m sure they’ll appreciate the scoop. Plus, we’ll make sure that you’re portrayed as an escort, and not something like a paid companion or dinner partner. We want to be upfront and truthful when tipping off reporters.”
“It’ll probably be the biggest scoop of their lives,” Brent adds. “Can’t wait to see that headline. What would it be? Hmmm, Western Girls like to Ride ‘Em Cowboy. Or: Buck Naked Ladies Under the Influence of Yellowstone. I don’t know. I’m not a writer, so I’m sure there are catchier phrases out there. I’m just spit-balling.”
I sputter, completely angry and yet horrified too because how would I deny their claims? Oh my god, this has gotten so out of hand.
“Fine,” I grit through clenched teeth. “What’s the bet?”
The twins look at each other and smile. Again, their grins are dazzling and yet they’re so arrogant and sure of themselves that I wish I could tackle them to the ground and bang their heads against the floor before getting on those twin cocks and riding them hard. Oooh, it would be the perfect stress relief, even if I embarrassed myself in the process. But Brandon and Brent merely smile again.