ed me all night until I finally passed out from exhaustion.
That’s what always happened if something about how I got here or my leaving soon was mentioned. It didn't matter where or what we were doing, they’d both be on me in seconds. But now the time has come. I don’t want to go back to the farm, I’d stay here in a heartbeat if they asked me, but they haven't even told me they love me. Maybe I’m moving too fast. It has only been thirty days. Maybe I’ll go back to the farm and they’ll date me? The idea is almost laughable. Them just dating me. We’re so much more than that. But maybe they don’t see it that way. They could be this intense with all their past lovers for all I know. Maybe they don't want to talk about the thirty days being up because they don't want to upset me. Now that look of guilt Justin had the other night sits at the forefront of my mind.
I hear Samantha clear her throat, and I realize I haven't responded to her question.
“No, not another auction. I’m not sure what I’m going to do next,” I tell her, because it’s the truth.
She laughs into the phone. “I mainly called to poke at the Cortez brothers, but I guess they aren't on top of you as I thought they would be.”
I feel myself blush at her words because she has no idea how on top of me they have been, or how on top of them I’ve been, or maybe she does.
“Well then, why don’t you come down here and I’ll put you back up for auction, and you can see how fast they show up.”
I smile at her words. Of course they would. I’m being ridiculous. Aaron would probably have a freaking heart attack if I put myself back up on auction, and Justin would most likely f*ck
me on the stage just to prove a point. Both of them are extremely jealous when it comes to me.
A few weeks back, Justin ordered room service, and he saw the guy glance over at me, he and Aaron almost lost it. Aaron was telling him to not even look in my direction, and Justin was asking him if he liked his job. I think word got around, because now none of the staff will even make eye contact with me anymore. Brutes.
“I’m staying here,” I say, with more confidence now. I’m letting little doubts cloud my mind and I shouldn’t.
“Of course you are, but if you ever feel like giving them a nice poke, I’d be more than happy to oblige.”
“Of course you would.” Samantha is a businesswoman, after all, and she has to be raking it in with her ten percent commission. I’d be easy money for her.
After we say our goodbyes, I grab my purse off the entryway table, remembering last night how we barely made it in the elevator door after dinner before they had me pinned to it. They each took a turn with me, then carried me into the shower where they continued to worship my body.
I was silly to think they would let me go, I shake my head at myself as I push the elevator button. It doesn't matter, because I’m going downstairs to their office, and they are going to tell me where we all stand.
I don’t make it two feet off the elevator, and Natasha is on me. I get the feeling she was waiting for me. She has no other reason to be loitering outside Aaron and Justin’s private elevator. I hadn't even given her two thoughts after Justin told me her story, which makes me grit my teeth just thinking about it.
It’s kind of sad actually, she is very pretty, I don’t understand why she would do such a thing as roofie a man. I don’t think it would be hard for her to get herself a willing rich man to bed her, but I’m guessing maybe her crazy scares them off.
“You!” she snaps, pointing her finger in my face and making me take a step back. “They always get what they want, don’t they?”
I take another step back, trying to get a little distance from her. It’s clear she’s on something. Her eyes are a little wild, and I can smell the booze on her from here—a smell I’m all too used to coming off my own father.
“Who?” I say, trying to playing dumb, looking around to see if I can spot a security guard nearby.
“You know who. The Cortez brothers. They snap their fingers…” She snaps both fingers in the air, and I’m shocked that her bright red fake nails don't pop off at the action. “And just get whatever they want. Like me. They wanted me gone and…” She snaps her fingers again. I keep looking around, hoping to catch someone’s eye because she clearly needs a little help.
“Just like you!”
I snap my eyes back to her, and a smile spreads across her face. Yeah, she’s got my attention now.