Billionaire Twins: Two The Hard Way

Billionaire Twins

Part 1

Two the Hard Way

By Erica Storm

Copyright by Erica Storm

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Billionaire Twins: Two The Hard Way

Chapter 1: Monica

Chapter 2: Ross

Chapter 3: Monica

Chapter 4: Monica

Chapter 5: Monica

Chapter 6: Monica

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Ross Westlake stands and walks from his desk and circles me, stops, and looks down at me gazing up at him. I manage to maintain eye contact although he makes me nervous because he is so damn good-looking. His compelling brilliant blue green eyes catches my brown eyes.

The way he’s gazing at me, and from what I heard about him by way of water cooler gossip, I expect him to ask me to open my mouth where he can check its width, if only to see if his rod would fit. He tilts his head to the side and saunters back to his desk and he faces the Manhattan skyline. Then he swivels around facing me tucking his hands in his pockets.

He opens his spectacular mouth full of white pampered teeth to say, “You will stay on here but I don’t think it’s time to make you a non-equity partner.” I’m ready to state my case but he interrupts me. “You are too young and not seasoned enough,” his voice is sexy and filled with innuendos.

“What do you mean not seasoned?”
Does he mean he hasn’t had a chance to get into my panties, and until then, I will be marinating until he’s ready for me.

I
’m restless and can’t sleep. I’ve been up half the night studying for an interview at Westlake’s law firm. I’ve worked my ass off there for two years trying to fit in but nothing I do will get me a promotion or make me a non-equity partner. I sent in my credentials directly to Ross Westlake and asked for an interview and he has agreed to see me.

I’ve watched the clock enough and it’s time to get up and shower. I suck in a large breath before sitting down for a cup of coffee. My roommate Zoey is still sleeping she worked late at the gallery getting ready for the showing of a client’s paintings. It’s time to have a quiet moment before I meet the notorious bad boy and owner of the firm.

After coffee I’m too wound up to eat and too nervous. This is my chance to make up for all the time I didn’t date and all the time I turned down a date because I had to work on weekends. Tossing away eight years seeking a law degree and then marry someone who couldn’t or wouldn’t help me pay for those years of going to law school was not an option.

Most black men I met, some were prosperous and some were not, but one thing they agreed on. “You must be crazy to pay for law school. Don’t you know there are too many lawyers hanging around? If you throw a paper cup in the trash you could hit one. Be a nurse. Now that’s a good profession.” I can see myself now as a nurse. Crying for the little children, crying if someone dies, the list goes on and on.

Then someone had another bright idea. “Be a teacher. That’s a respectable profession.” That it is but I can’t live on the salary especially in New York with apartments renting for three thousand dollars. And that’s with heat in the winter. 

I picked up my satchel, placed my resume and papers in I had been working on all night, and then I headed out to the subway. We lived uptown in Zoey’s mother’s apartment. It had been cheap and the rent was stable as long as no one bothered to check if there were new tenants. Her mother would show her face once a month to give the impression that she lived there but she resided in a swanky apartment on Fifth Avenue. She married well after Zoey’s father died plus she received a large insurance policy.

Zoey and I met at Columbia University Law School. I had come from Texas with a scholarship. It was my first time in New York and I was mystified at the energy and craziness of the city. I had no clue on how to navigate the subway or busses and the weather. The weather was wild. I never knew what to wear when I first got here.

Finally I reach the Westlake’s Law Office. I had been recruited in school because they told me I was the best and the brightest. So I slaved for them for two years.

I steady myself because I’m early. I sit outside the office of Ross Westlake Esquire. It’s written on the door. I’ve worked here for two years and never have I had the pleasure of meeting him. But I heard rumors. Rumors travel on a fast horse in a firm this large and personal.

Apparently he’s handsome and rich and he doesn’t need to work but he does and from what I hear he brings in the money and clients. He is known to take the new interns or clerks and mentor them, but fuck them first as an initiation. He invites one into his office before a meeting and before going home for the evening. He’s single and have a cock most men would envy. And stamina like a race horse, well that’s the talk around the office.

In two years I’ve had my fill with listening to water cooler gossip. I think I may know everything there is to know about Ross Westlake and I’m questioning why I would want to work at this firm. Does he ever do any work? From what I hear the only work he’s doing is climbing inside of women.

Paige working down in files had the nerve to ask me, “So Monica, has he had a piece of that dark meat yet? You’ll be in trouble if he’s a breasts man.” That was her way of making fun of my large breasts and small waist which made me look top heavy. But I could carry it because I was five feet six and had big healthy legs for my size. 

“Paige, I came here to work not fuck my way up to the top like you. And I see that is going well for you.” Paige gave me a look as if her eyes could set me on fire, and she did a quick turn and never bothered me again.

The way the women whispered about Westlake I wonder why he never had me cornered in his office. I guess like all Alpha males and predators he can sense weakness. And he had to know who would bring him up on harassment charges. So I guess he didn’t want to deal with me, or he wasn’t into black chicks considering there were maybe five or six working at his firm. And three are secretaries and they are in their forties. The women he targets are the age of consent and my age twenty-five.

Which had me wondering why he never got around to me.

I sit shaking my nervous legs and biting my nails when his secretary opens the door from her office and tells me, “Mr. Westlake will see me now.” She’s an older woman, maybe sixty with blond hair that is a throwback from the fifties. She has a look on her face that says she sees nothing and knows nothing. She needs this job and wants to keep it.

Was I too nervous to see him pass by? How did he get in his office? I’m thinking as I trail behind the secretary.

Then I remember he has a heliport. His helicopter flies him home at night to the Hamptons and to his private jet when he travels. I stand weak legged gathering my courage, straightened my expensive blue knockoff suit with my sensible shoes, and amble into his office.

His head is down and he’s reading my folder. I think it’s my folder. He’s sitting at a large antique desk and behind him is the Manhattan Skyline. It’s quiet and my stomach begins to growl. “Sit down, Miss Adams.” He hasn’t looked at me. “You should have eaten something this morning. I expect my people to have eaten before I see them. Especially the women.

That’s right, you like them to be fit so you can fuck them in the morning, and you don’t want to be distracted by the growl of an empty stomach.”
I think as I gaze at him.

He’s wearing this amazing dark blue designer suit. It appears to be one of Tom Ford’s suits. The tie is definitely silk. I’m no specialist on ties but I can bet it’s an Italian silk tie he probably bought in Europe. His hair is light brown and straight and he’s clean shaven. I wonder what he would look like early in the morning when he hasn’t shaved, no shirt and lounging around in the bottoms to his pajamas or maybe he goes to bed naked.

A man like him would definitely go to bed naked.

I see the top half of him and his shoulders are wide and the muscles rippling under his white shirt is distracting. The rest of him must be equally as stunning from all the water cooler reports. He glances up at me and says, “I thought I asked you to sit down,” he says with a commanding voice as he tilts his eyebrow a fraction and gaze at me for a few minutes.

“It says here you are twenty-six.”

“And black.” I’m trying for a little humor and I’m falling on my face. Obviously he’s a serious man when he wants to be. His mouth is in a hard line and he stares at me expressionless. He opens the folder again.

“I can see you are a black woman, Miss Adams.” His voice is dry and the tone is cool and disapproving of my response. “You have all the qualifications I’m looking for as a non-equity partner. You’re asking for something that I haven’t given to anyone else.”

I want to remind him that it took two years for Mary Ann to become a partner after she fucked you, and I just want a promotion as a non-equity partner where I can depend on being employed until I can become a partner here or another firm. But he probably would have thrown me out so I kept my mouth shut.

You know it will take you almost ten years to make partner. Can you give that commitment to me? ”

He doesn’t say what that one thing is that would prevent me from being any kind of partner. He stands, and holy shit he’s tall, six three I guess, and those long legs just goes on and on. My clit is quivering and my panties are soaking.

He walks from around his desk and circles me and stop and look down on me. The way he’s looking at me and from what I hear about him I expect him to ask me to suck his dick. Then he walks and faces his wide floor to ceiling windows, as he gazes out at the Manhattan skyline, puts his hands in both pockets, and turns to me.

“You will stay on here but I don’t think it’s time to make you a non-equity partner.” I open my mouth to state my case and he continues, “You are too young and not seasoned enough.”

“What do you mean not seasoned?” Does he mean he hasn’t had a chance to get into my panties, and until then, I will be marinating until he’s ready for me.

“Where have you been? I thought I knew everyone on my payroll,” he says standing near me, and my eyes are in range with his cock. It’s big and he knows it.

“Obviously not. I guess one did get away,” I say to him my voice dry. I’ve more courage since I’m not getting the job I want, so what the hell. I
glance at him turn my mouth to the side with the look of, I heard about you, you gorgeous hunk with the big cock. But you’ll never get your chance at me especially since I have all the qualifications but one.
“What is this one qualification I’m lacking you’re talking about? Maybe I can work on it.”

“He looks at me with a sly grin, raises one eyebrow. “If you choose to remain here you will definitely work on it.”

“But how will I know what to work on if you don’t tell me.”

“That will be all, Miss Adams. I think you have work to do.” I look at him and stand. I reach his shoulder. He stands in my way and I glare at him but he doesn’t move. If I want to get to the door and get out of his office I will have to walk through him or around him. I walk around him.

I feel his eyes on me and I’m aroused by the feeling I get from being near him. I know why the women fall over for him. He has raw sensuousness and my body aches for his touch just by seeing him. He’s arrogant and knows he’s gorgeous and rich and he does what he damn well please.

After leaving his commanding and over whelming presence, my anger and senses return. How dare he suggest that I’m not qualified for the job? I think of everything I should say to him but I don’t because for some unexplained reason I want to be around him if for nothing else than to see his handsome face and listen to the gossip about him.

I
reach my office by way of my heliport. It came with this building I purchased. It seems the previous owner became too old and decided to sell before the kids got a hold to his money. Well I have none, and I don’t plan on having any in the future. There’s no parents or relatives to keep me on the straight and narrow. I plan on enjoying the money our parents left us. Brian, I know, is enjoying his money. He gives away more of it to women than I do. Maybe his taste is a little more exotic than mine. He’s into all kinds of kinky shit. Not that I disapprove, but he wants invite me to his parties, and says I need to enjoy myself for a change.