I grab him by his chin and pull his head down to look at me. He has a good six inches on me, but I still have the bigger balls between the two of us.
“I don’t know who the fuck died and made you king, but you better watch your fucking tone with me. We may be twins, but I will still take your ass down. You know we don’t do that!” I look at him with daggers, making sure he knows how serious I am.
He jerks his chin out of my grip and turns away from me. “We had a thing.” He turns back towards me. Pissed off and ready to fight someone. “Happy now?”
I cross my arms. “Actually? No, I am not happy. You are treating me as if I were some stupid little girl who needs protection. I haven’t been involved in OUR family's business ever. You and Dad have shielded me, as if I were incompetent. Now you are half-ass telling me the truth about a guy I can tell you care for, or fucking fear!” I throw my hands up in the air in surrender. “So I guess this is how this is going to go! We are just going to lie to each other and half-ass tell me stuff. Cool, thanks for that. So much for keeping stuff from each other.”
I turn around and walk away before Oliver can stop me, marching back into the office. I am fucking fuming and need to get rid of this rage. I walk over to the couch, grab Rachel’s hand, pulling her up, and then walk to Alex and grab his hand. I drag them out of the office. Everyone in the office watches us as we leave with their jaws on the floor.
I pull them up the stairs towards the master bedroom, slamming the door open as I drag them along. When we are all through, I kick the door shut, let go of their hands, and turn to face them.
“Strip! Now! Both of you!” I command.
Chapter sixteen
Alex
Oliviastormsbackintothe office, pissed off at the world. When she grabs Rachel’s hand, a pain of jealousy runs through me. Then she turns to me, grabs my hand, and storms right back out of the office—a woman on a mission. Everyone saw the shock on my face as I was dragged along.
I don't know what happened between Oliver and Olivia, but if this is the outcome I get, I will not complain one bit.
She practically drags us up the stairs to the master bedroom before slamming the door shut behind us.
She lets go of our hands, walks a few steps in front of us, and says, “Strip! Now! Both of you!” Her voice is sharp and powerful as she turns around towards us, looking directly at me.
“On your knees,” she commands.
I instantly dropped to my knees without a single hesitation. My knees hit the floor with an audible thud, but I don’t feel the pain. I have never been submissive to a woman. But these two women could get me to beg like a dog for just a drop of affection.
Movement to my left catches my attention, and Rachel starts to drop to the floor next to me. Olivia’s voice rings out through the room, stopping Rachel mid-squat. “Not you, Rachel,” and she crooks her finger in a come-hither motion. “You are going to stand up here with me.”
Rachel stands back up and walks up to her. I watch every move she makes, every sway of her hip, looking like a goddess. Every curve of her body is on display, and I am soaking in every minute of it.
My eyebrow arches as my eyes move to Olivia. “Are you going to strip, too, or do you get to be the only one with the view?”
A wicked smile spreads on her face as she bends down and grabs my chin, lifting it so my eyes meet hers. “Listen here, brat! I am making the rules here tonight. So, you just sit there and look pretty while I play with my food for a little bit.” She pats my cheek before she stands back up and walks over to Rachel.
Holy fucking hell, that was sexy as fuck!
I look over at my girls as soon as Olivia gets back to Rachel, picking her up from behind her knees, and walks her to the bed, tossing her onto it. Rachel goes flying through the air and lands perfectly in the center with a fit of squeals and giggles.
The show in front of my eyes is better than anything I have ever seen. My eyes go back to Olivia, who is sashaying towards Rachel while slowly and torturously stripping out of her jeans, pushing down one side with her thumbs, and then moving to the other side.
Let the show begin.
I untuck my legs from under me and lean against the wall, my cock painfully hard. I wrap my hand around it, getting myself ready to enjoy my perfect view of my perfect girls.
As if she senses it, Olivia turns around to look at me and shakes her head, tsking at me. “You are on a real brat streak tonight, aren’t you?” She looks down at my knees and then back up to my face. “I remember telling you to get on your knees, not to sit on your ass and enjoy the show.” I looked up at her to see if she was serious.
Fun fact for the day. She was indeed serious.
She then looks at my hand on my cock and tilts her head to the side, contemplating what to say next. Before she could say anything else, I went ahead and stirred my pot a little more. “Oh, my bad, madam. I thought I was about to watch the show and then possibly join in. Guess I’ll just sit here like a good boy and suffer in silence.” I swear my smart ass mouth is going to get me in trouble, but that is a punishment I am willing to endure.
Olivia’s eyebrows shoot up as soon as the sass leaves my mouth, and she shakes her head.
“Hmmm. What am I going to do with you, Alex? You are interrupting my meal over there… and that just won’t do.” Olivia rubs her chin, thinking of a way to make me pay for being a brat.
Her eyes light up as a plan forms in her mischievous brain. “Get up on the bed,” she barks the order at me. I slowly rise to my feet and get up on the bed, sitting on the edge, waiting for her next command.
