Making Her Mine: A Secret Billionaire Romance

by Mia Mills

  I stand up and wave at the crowd again before accepting the mic from Cole. He gives a nod and pats my shoulder before going back to his seat. I turn to face the crowd, taking in how many people there are in this room and how surreal it feels even after so many times I’ve been to premieres.

  “I hope you guys love what you just saw, because I sure loved being a part of it.” I smile, licking my lips, “To tell the truth, I’m not very good with speeches. That’s my brother’s thing. I’m much more comfortable when it comes to one-on-one conversations. But I felt like I just had to do this.”

  When my eyes meet with Willow’s, she blinks, I forgot how mesmerizing she is. I freeze for a second or two before remembering to speak.

  “Willow Anderson.” I can’t help but let my smile show when I say her name, “Compared to you, I’m just another prop in this film. You’ve got this different thing going on. I don’t know how many times I have to say it to everyone, but with you around, the sun pales in comparison. You shine brighter than anyone out there.”

  Willow wipes a tear from her eyes and a slowly I can see a smile start to form on her lips, I continue, “Cole and I did you wrong at some point, I’m not going to say how because I’m sort of not sure too. But I just wanted to let you know, you’re not talentless. You’re not a bad actress. If this film proves anything, it’s that you might be one of the best ones to ever be discovered this generation.”

  I shake my head and go on, “Hell, I’d say you’re the best one we’ve seen since movies were made. I’m sure people who’ll see this film will share my sentiments. The film would never have been how it turned out if it weren’t for you. You’ve raised the bar and broke through the roof. I cannot wait to see all the masterpieces you’ll make in the future. So all I have left to say is this...whatever kind of washed-up photographer tries to ruin your life, they’ll burn. You’re a star. And no one can change that.”

  By the time I finish, Willow has a genuine smile on her face, she’s crying but I know it’s not a bad thing. I smile back at her while Cole goes to her and offers her a hug. The crowd cheers, some of them sharing Willow’s tears.

  I call back their attention to me, “Okay! I know that most of you feel left out after that. But I’m sure you guys won’t feel left out at the after party!” It seems to work, the crowd is lightening up again.

  “Your ticket invites for the film has the venue of the after party at the back, please do attend and let’s all enjoy ourselves! Again, thank you all for coming. We’ll be seeing more of each other later!”

  Willow

  Almost instantly after Evan finishes his speech, he strides to where Cole and I are then joins the hug. I return their hugs and cry into their chests. It’s not until I’m between them that I realize how much I’ve missed the two of them. I feel Evan pull back a bit and kiss my forehead.

  “We’re sorry, Willow. I know it’s probably still painful for you, but we wanted to at least apologize.” Cole wipes a tear off my cheek as he says this.

  I swallow the lump in my throat and shake my head, “You guys did nothing wrong. I should have listened to what you had to say. But it was just so hard. I had no idea who to trust or what to do. I felt so alone.” I choke back tears and smile at them, “And I’ve missed you guys so much.”

  Evan chuckles and firmly holds my hand, “We missed you too. Drove Cole nuts when you didn’t answer his calls. He went full stalker mode on you.”

  I laugh at what he just said and hug Cole, “I’m sorry for that, Mr. Creepy-Guy-Who-Wouldn’t-Leave-My-Doorstep.” I joke.

  Cole hugs me back, laughing as well, “I get it, I get it. I had no idea what I was thinking. Standing outside like that, anyone would look like a creep.”

  “I wouldn’t.” Evan cuts in.

  “We’re twins, you dumbass, we’d look the same.” Cole punches Evan’s arm lightly.

  I can’t help but laugh at the exchange; I can’t believe I didn’t even want to listen to their side of the story. But at the time it felt like the only thing logical.

  “Guys.” I pull back from the hug and hold their hands, “I understand why you paid him. At first, I thought you were embarrassed by my audition tapes. Marco told me that you paid him because you didn’t want people to see it, that you didn’t believe I had talent and just wanted to use me for my body.”

  Both of the twins look furious, Evan scowls and starts to breathe heavy, “That fucking assho—”

  “But I’m over it.” I cut in, this calms them both down, even for a bit, “After what you said up there, I realized that I never really gave you guys the chance to explain properly. Cole was right when he said I wasn’t being fair. I guess I was overwhelmed by what was happening. I stopped thinking straight.”

  The boys look at each other, and as if reaching an agreement telepathically, envelop me in a hug simultaneously.

  I laugh and gently push them away, “I don’t think he deserves the money. But if I was in your situation I’d pay him to stay away from someone I love deeply too. I didn’t consider your position back when all of it was happening and just threw a bunch of anger out of my system. I’m sorry for that. And I love you both for still trying so hard to fix what we have.”

  They hug me again and this time I don’t push them away but instead return the hug. If I could, I’d take this moment and keep it with me wherever I’d go. Just in case I needed to remember that I was loved by two amazing men.

  When the hug ends, there are only a few people left in the theater. Cole and Evan tell the others to go ahead because we still had things to talk about. As we laugh about the misunderstandings and the mistakes we made, we also reminisce about our time spent at the Bahamas.

  Looking back, I’m certain that even though things weren’t as smooth-sailing as I’d hoped and dreamed they’d be, it was far from being the worst thing I could imagine. And the good things outweighed the bad experiences.

  I’m able to meet so many interesting and marvelous people while finally taking steps to become the actress I used to only dream of being. The world seems like such a brighter place now. And the twins have been there for me from the start. From the moment we met, they saw something in me that only me and a few of my friends back home believed was there, they believed in that while some of the people I was surrounded with back in Missouri didn’t. They were strangers who put so much trust in me.

  I feel my heart fill with serenity as I think of my father and how proud he could have been if he could see where I am now.

  Cole brings me back to reality when he places a hand on my shoulder, “Willow? Should we go? Everyone’s gone to the after party.”

  Evan, with his hand in his pocket and a wide grin spread across his face, swings his other arm over Cole’s shoulder and leans forward, “The party’s going to be great, I helped add a few bits of fun to it.”

  “I’ve heard nothing of this.” Cole’s eyes widen and he turns to look at Evan.

  Evan returns Cole’s stink eye with nonchalance, “It wouldn’t be fun if you knew about it.”

  “Actually...” I close the distance between the three of us and lower my voice to a whisper, “...I thought we could do something else. Something that I think is a lot more fun.”

  “It’s gonna take a lot to outdo what I planned for the after party.” Evan raises a brow.

  Cole shushes his brother before he can say anything else without breaking eye contact with me, “What did you have in mind?”

  I pull them both closer with their ties and whisper in their ears, making my voice as seductive as I can, “I was thinking we could have our own kind of party. Preferably with a bed. Or if you’d like, on any kind of surface.”

  When I let go, the twins clear their throats and stand up straighter then they tug their suits down to flatten the creases. Cole fixes his hair and composes himself while Evan bites his lower lip, smiling and shaking his head as he does so.

  Both of them answer at the same time, without so much as glancing at each other.<
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  “Sounds like a plan.”

  Willow

  The journey back to the Mitchell’s penthouse fifteen minutes away from the theater was painful, to say the least. There was undeniable sexual tension in the air, it didn’t help that the twins couldn’t hide their enormous bulges and that we all had to separately go up to the penthouse to avoid paparazzi. In the end, the twins decided that Cole would go up first, followed by me, and then Evan. A gap of a few minutes each time.

  Now I’m in the elevator, my heart is racing and I can feel my juices overflow from my thong down to my legs. My lingerie isn’t even the same color, I didn’t think of this scenario when I was preparing my underwear. Oh my God. What if they rip the thong I’m wearing? I love this thong. It’s expensive too. And it’s part of a set. Will I just have a brassiere missing its thong? Why the fuck am I worrying about this?

  I’m about to have glorious sex with two gods!

  It doesn’t make sense that I’m worrying about something as petty as my underwear being torn when something so exciting awaits me! Am I...am I losing my mind?

  I get closer and closer to their floor; deep inside I reprimand myself for feeling anxious. It’s stupid, it’s not like this is the first time I’m going to have sex with them. But just remembering how they made their way with me every single time our bodies became one sends shivers down my spine. Down there, I’m so sensitive that rubbing my legs together already makes my clit tingle, desperate for pleasure.

  When the elevator doors open, Cole is on the other side, before I can even say anything he walks into the elevator and our lips crash against each other until I back away into the corner. He whisks me up and I straddle him as he kisses my neck. I try to suppress my moans but they escape my lips with little effort. I’m not even sure how I’m thinking right now.

  I haven’t seen them in so long, and suddenly feeling Cole’s lips against mine reminds me of just how much I’ve been missing out on.

  Oh my God, I’m not going to be able to sleep at all tonight.

  Cole grabs my hair and tugs on my lower lip, “Tongue.” It’s more of an order than a request. And I’m more than willing to comply.

  I open my mouth wide and stick my tongue out, he sucks on it at first but eventually our tongues entwine and soon we’re lost again in a series of kisses and biting. I can’t tell if he’s given me hickeys. My mind is too immersed in how hard he is and how much I want his thick cock inside me.

  Several times, the elevator doors open, but with my long hair covering my face and Cole having his back turned to them, I doubt anyone will be able to tell it’s us. Besides, they look away almost as soon as they see two people making out in the elevator.

  “C-Cole—we’re almost at the ground floor.” I purse my lips to stifle the whimper rising up my body to no avail. He likes that he has the power to make me sound like this.

  We stop kissing; I can tell that he does it with so much restraint. He lays his head on my shoulder as he breathes heavily. It kills me inside because I want him to fuck me senseless but I know that we have to try and control ourselves. His hand grips my ass before he puts me down. When our eyes lock onto each other, I know that he’s not going to stop next time I tell him to. He’s so close to me that his hard cock is pushing between my legs. Holy fuck. I want him so bad.

  The doors open again and this time it’s Evan on the other side, we’ve reached the ground floor. Naturally, Evan is surprised. This isn’t part of the plan we made and while I’m sure he expected Cole to pull off something sneaky, he didn’t quite have this in mind.

  He gets on the elevator and presses close, “Goddamn it Cole, you couldn’t even wait?”

  Cole, still breathing heavily, shakes his head, “We just kissed.”

  “Fuck that. I feel cheated. I’m punishing you when we back upstairs.” Evan doesn’t even bother to look at Cole as he’s speaking.

  By the time we get to their penthouse’s floor, I’m sure that my thongs are soaked. My juices have slithered all the way down to my ankles and it’s almost like I marked the elevator with my scent. The twins know it. They’ve been eyeing my hungrily throughout the ride.

  I want to know what’s going through their heads. What do they have in mind for tonight? Are we going to fuck until sunrise? Is there anything new that they want to try? Fuck. Is there anything else we can try?

  The elevator stops at their floor, my heart almost catches. My clit’s itching for stimulation and I can feel my hole twitch. Imagining just how much they’ll pound into my core sends shockwaves into my head. I’m already delirious from Cole making out with me. Something about the way he took me into his arms without a care if people recognized us just turns me on.

  We all make our way towards the room. I decide to make things even more interesting.

  I walk quickly ahead of them and I turn around, biting my lower lip. Walking backwards, I kick off my heels. Evan picks it up without looking away from me; they both know I’m up to something. And I feel like they know what it is, they just want to see how it unfolds.

  Smirking, I slip off my thong and toss it towards them. Cole catches it with one hand and wraps it around his fist. His lips curl into a smile when he feels how drenched it is. I wink at them and run towards the room, they took it as an invitation to chase me. Evan is the first to catch up to me, he swoops me up onto his shoulder. Cole catches up in no time.

  I can’t take it, he’s so fucking close to me and I want to taste him. It’s like Cole can read my mind. With the hand he used to hold my thong, he touches my lips and slips his thumb into my mouth. It’s buttery and salty with a hint of tang. I suck on his thumb and inhale sharply.

  I bet his cock is jerking beneath his clothes.

  He leans in and our lips touch again, at first it’s slow, but once our tongues touch we start getting rougher. Cole puts his hand on the back of my head and pulls me in. Our kiss deepens. It feels like a battle and I’m losing so badly. His scent is an aphrodisiac; it makes me feel like my brain’s turning to mush.

  I jolt and let out a yelp when I feel Evan’s fingers touch my legs and make their way up. He’s still carrying me but now we’re inside their hotel room, I didn’t even notice when we got here. I was too astray in my own feelings.

  Evan’s fingers trace over my ass cheeks, and then he brushes my clit lightly. He’s punishing me for making out with Cole. Goddamn, I’m shivering just from that slight touch. I can’t even tell what’d happen if he fingers me. Inside me, desire has been welling up and it’s starting to erupt in waves of fiery passion. I want their cocks inside me. I don’t care if they make me come so much that I can’t walk for a week, all I know is that my pussy’s throbbing and their stiff rods are what will make it stop.

  Do I even want it to stop? I’m so fucking lost. What do I want? Make up your mind, Willow.

  His fingers go over the rim of my butt, I shudder, he takes it as a sign and lubricates it with my own nectar then he begins to poke my behind with his finger until I slowly take him in. I groan with pleasure.

  Cole is just about to kiss me again when Evan stops him.

  “Sit down. You can’t touch her.” Evan seats me on the dining table.

  His brother’s eyes are wide, “You’ve got to be shitting me.”

  But Evan doesn’t even flinch, “Sit. You had her for five minutes before me. I’m taking back that time.” He scoffs, “But hey, you get first row seats to the best show on Earth.”

  I can tell that Cole knows arguing with Evan will only prolong his suffering; he nods and takes a seat. When he does, it’s even more apparent just how aroused he’s been.

  Evan pushes me down on the table and pulls off the top of my two-piece gown, he uses it to tie my hands over my head.

  “Kinky.” I fold my legs.

  He looks at me, his expression stern, and then he flattens my legs, “Shut it.” Before I can say anything, he props himself over me and whispers into my ear, “I’m going to punish you. You’re going to think yo
u’re about to come but every time you’re close I’m going to stop.”

  My lips part, he’s so fucking hot right now, “But why? Haven’t I been a good girl?”

  “You’ve been naughty.” His voice lowers to a growl by the end of the sentence. He licks my ear and I squirm, even that was enough to make my mind reel.

  He goes back to his initial position and takes off my dress completely, leaving my bottom exposed. The cold air only makes me even more sensitive.

  Evan yanks off his tie and uses it to blindfold me. Oh God, he’s turning me on so much right now. It’s like I’m being enveloped in flames, I can’t tell what he’s going to do and that only makes things so much better. My heart starts to pick up its pace and I find myself discovering just how dirty I really am. But who gives a shit? Anyone in my position would gladly spread their legs for the twins.

  I can feel something cold touch my belly. It’s ice. This man is going to be the end of me.

  He moves my bra over my chest and exposes my puckered nipples. He’s moving the ice slowly between my breasts and then it’s gone. Although the cold sensation lingers, it’s just not the same. I find myself looking for it. The next time I feel it, it’s right over my nipple. I gasp, involuntarily, my legs kick up.

  “Cole, hold her down.” He’s to my right, moving the ice cube in a circular motion.

  The next thing I know, Cole is holding my legs in place while Evan stops rubbing my nipples with ice. I want them to be touched, pinched, sucked, licked, kissed...good God what I’d do to have something touch them. Evan wasn’t lying when he said he was going to punish me, at this point one finger will be enough to trigger an orgasm.

  The sensation is back but it’s now on a much lower region. He’s using it to stimulate my clitoris.

  “F-fu—ugh!” I arch my back, breathing heavily.