Impressing the Clients

22

I reached the car and told the driver to bring us to the original destination which was the club. Jackie and Kyle were just looking at me, I didn't look back. I knew full well they'll ask me what happened.

"Swollen lips, heavy breathing, pupils dilated," Jackie enumerated. "If I can only check if you're wet so we can have an idea what happened back at the mansion," she continued speaking.

"Get me drunk first, then I'll tell you," I answered her while I laid my head against the window. "That's our girl!" Kyle exclaimed.

If Mark didn't knock, who knows? They might have been buried deep inside me. Honestly, with the intensity back there, I wouldn't have the strength to refuse. Just how can I fucking refuse those two fucking delicious men! I almost came with what happened. I'd be a fucking mess if we went any further.

"I'm so glad I had you wear that bodysuit," Kyle broke me out my thoughts. "I bet that top stirred their hunger for you even more," Kyle chirped.

"Not telling a word without alcohol in my system, Kyle," I say sweetly.

Our mood shifted back from bummed to party mode. When we arrived at the club, reached our couch, and started drinking.

Forget the twins, forget your guilt for Ian. Just enjoy this night, Paula! I hyped myself up.

The rest of the night was so fun for me. We drank, danced, drank and danced until we can't anymore.

Jackie and Kyle met their respective hot British males and they both decided to spend the night with their men. I booked myself an Uber back to the hotel. During the car ride, I saw the sun peeking.

Wow, we partied all night. And for my friends, the party continued at each of the men's places.

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Marco's POV

Why did she fucking have to wear that top. I can barely keep my hands to myself, and now that she came in pissed and looking like a fucking snack.

If only Mark didn't cockblock us, I was sure I'd be deep in her pussy right now and she's screaming my name.

I followed Mark and Mason to the conference room down the hall.

The conference room was mainly used for business meetings online. But mostly, we held our security briefings there. Mark and his whole team would lay out their protocols and plans whenever we plan travel and whenever we encounter any form of threat.

Clint being on a car accident was a security threat to us. A possibility of foul play. He just told us the progress in our case and there he was, in a hospital, fighting for his life.

Tighter security details were enforced. Travels were postponed and business meetings were changed from personal to online. Even the reconstruction was decided to be stopped for now.

"I can't let you stay here in the mansion anymore. Not until we know who's behind all of this," Mark said with authority.

Only during these times, we let him decide for us. He always knew what to do and how to protect us. He's been perfectly doing it for 10 years now.

"The hotel it is," Mason said.

"Not the hotel, either. Too many civilians and staff come in and out of the property, we don't want to compromise their safety. Not many ways to retract you from your location in case things get bad. Either we take the elevator, the fire exit or the helicopter. Too predictable," he reasoned.

"So where do you suggest?" I asked Mark.

"Beach house. Peaceful vibe, any trouble can draw attention immediately. Multiple extraction points: trees, mountain and shore. And my men can dress as vacationers," he finished.

"Beach house it is, then," I nodded.

"One last thing," Mark took a deep breath, looked at me and Mason seriously and started speaking, "I strongly recommend to give Mr. Ty and his people a flight back home—,"

"NO!" Mason and I shouted at him.

"The project won't resume back until we discover the real enemy. They don't have any reason to stay in London any longer. And we don't want them get caught up in this mess," Mark reasoned. He's right, Paula's not safe here in London.

"Then we bring them with us," Mason said simply. He's too calm. Which only meant one thing, he's about to snap.

"But Mason—," Mark tried to set Mason straight. Bad move.

Mason quickly stood up and grabbed Mark, "I said, we take them with us," he said in gritted teeth. Mark only nodded in fear.

Mason straightened up his suit and sat back down.

"Assign a team for them. I'm sure you can handle four people more," I ordered Mark. "Anything else?" I asked.

Mark shook his head 'no'. He and his men went out and left us alone in the room.

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"Now that the problem involving Clint is out of the way, let's talk about Paula," I carefully thread what I was saying. I didn't wanna snap on him again.

As much as I wanna punch him till he let me have Paula, I can't do that. He's my brother.

"What about her?" He asked, slightly lifting his face and scrunched his eyebrows. I hadn't started yet and he's already pissed.

"She didn't choose," I answered simply.

"And?" He asked cluelessly.

"And from the looks of what happened at your office, she wanted us both," I finished his stupid fucking response.

"Are you suggesting that we share her?" He asked seriously. His eyes getting angrier.

"I'm not suggesting. I'm just asking what if she wanted us both a while ago, would you have continued?" I asked, trying to calm him.

He took a deep breath, "If things went further a while ago, I would have let her have me and you," he said honestly, "but only until she tells us that she wanted us both."

"So you're willing to share if she wanted it?"

"Yeah, just like one time," he answered. "We both had a great time then."

Mason and I shared a girl once. We were both drunk and had eyes on the same girl. Next thing we know, we filled both of that girl's holes. It was a bit awkward for us after so we agreed to never share a girl again.

We had no problem seeing each other naked and have sex with other women in our private club and it didn't bother us. We just felt it was too much to be both dominants. He liked being in control, and so did I.

Looked like because of Paula, we're willing to try sharing once more. Completely sober this time. I wanted to remember everything and not just to fucking get on with it.

I was craving for her way too fucking long now.

"Well, it's settled then. She decides if she want us both," I stood up from my seat.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll have to settle my situation in my bedroom," I implied. "This fucking mind is full of naked and soaking images of Paula and I'm getting crazy," I added.

He chuckled and said, "make it fast, we're watching her tonight."

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