by Julia Sparks
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Taken By the Billionaires
Billionaire Menage Romance
By: Julia Sparks
Chapter One
When I volunteered for Entrepreneuralooza, I didn’t know what to expect. My convention-junkie friend Eliza, who volunteered in conventions ranging from comic cons to events concerning golfing, told me that it would be a blast. I was a bit skeptical, obviously, but the convention was going to be during summer, when I’d be doing nothing but staying at home, anyway.
Besides that, my professors told me that experience was ideal. As I went for a degree in business, I knew that it would be great to meet and connect to some of the biggest entrepreneurs out there. Entrepreneuralooza was one of the largest business conventions out there, and it had something for everyone. It gave small business owners the same voice as a billionaire would, and it was a judgement-free zone where business owners, as well as those who flirted with the idea of starting their own company, could gather and talk to one another.
The main rule of Entrepreneurlooza was, “Don’t act like you’re above anyone else.” The celebrities in the convention chatted with the peasants and even shared drinks. Some broke that rule, but otherwise, from what my friend told me, most played fair.
The event was scheduled for the end of July, and during the months leading up to it, I attended volunteer meeting after volunteer meeting. In those get-togethers, I had to listen to people discuss feedback from the last event, how they were going to improve this year’s gathering, and input from everyone attending. Being new to the convention, I felt a bit left out, as they provided little room for newcomers to chime in. I was the slender, twentysomething woman in the back, who was pretty but meek.
In spite of this, I attended every meeting I could, and soon the convention began unveiling guests. A few successful local business owners were chosen, and they announced a few of the big names as well. To my surprise, they managed to get some good names. Fittingly enough, I was using a product developed by one, or should I say two, of them, as I heard the announcement.
The balding man hosting this event, who simply called himself Bradley, smiled at the table as he announced the guest.
“One big complaint from last year is that we got too many older billionaires and not enough young blood. And I get it. How people became rich thirty years ago is irrelevant in today’s world. So we managed to reel in Ethan Pulley and Jack Goldsmith. For those who don’t know, they were the founders of the popular social media app, PicHouse.”
I was on my phone, playing with my PicHouse account as he announced this. PicHouse was this app where people communicate, make friends, and find love using an account that posts nothing but pictures. It was so simplified that you couldn’t use text, so no wonder it was a hit. In an egotistical and illiterate society that loves selfies, they hit the nail on the head.
Bradley continued. “The two aren’t even thirty yet, and their combined net worth is in the billions. They were poor college students before they had the idea of making the app, and they can be an inspiration for the youth who believes that you can’t become rich unless you were already well-off.”
Everyone clapped at this, including me. I then looked through my phone and searched for these two people, because I was curious about their appearance.
Both of them were gorgeous. I found a professional photo of them standing back-to-back, cocky expressions on their faces. Ethan had a strong jawline, neatly combed hair, and he looked quite good in a suit. Meanwhile, Jack had a wilder look going on. He dressed in a suit as well, but had longer hair. The two couldn’t be any older than 29.
I found myself blushing a bit, and when I returned to my apartment, I knew I was delusional. They wouldn’t date someone like me, who was attractive but lived paycheck to paycheck. No matter how much a young businessman tried to relate to the youth, he was still elitist about who he associated with and dated.
But a girl could dream, right? I was getting over a relationship that went sour, so it was fair game for a girl to fantasize.
Finally, it was time for the big three days. As a volunteer, they gave me many odd jobs. I kept the lines in check, served people their beverages, prepared the stage for the guest speakers, and spent many hours waiting for some action. The job was an odd mix of excitement and tedium. Then Saturday night came. The convention was still active Sunday, but Sundays were usually chill days, and all the action came during Saturday night.
They assigned me to prepare the stage for Pulley and Goldsmith, and I made sure that the lighting was flattering, the microphones worked, and the monitors would show their faces. When everything was tested, they gave me a VIP seat in the front row.
Soon, Pulley and Goldsmith came out, smiles across their faces. I had to admit, they were even easier on the eyes in real life, and my mind was in the gutter during the entire speech. The theme of the speech was “Taking Advantage of the Web’s Constantly Changing Atmosphere.”
“Anyone can get rich from the Web,” Pulley explained. “But you have to take advantage of a trend while it’s in its infancy.”
“The guys at Google realized this,” Goldsmith continued. “In 1998, there wasn’t a search engine that was up-to-snuff, and they created one that changed the face of the Internet forever.”
“Same thing with Mark Zuckerberg,” Pulley added. “In 2004, there wasn’t a traditional social network that appealed to anyone, and Mark managed to create Facebook.”
They continued to explain that during college, they realized how more people were communicating using their phones, focusing less on the language and more on the pictures. Therefore, they took advantage of the situation by creating their own social media.
“And the rest is history,” Pulley finished. “Once someone takes advantage of a certain niche of the Internet, there is no way you can compete. No one can make a search engine to top Google, just as no one will defeat Facebook. But the trends of the Internet continue to change, so if you pay attention, you can make your own website or app that everyone will love.”
With that, the two ended their speech, and everyone applauded. I was usually bored to tears with these presentations, but they were charismatic and understood how the youth worked. Plus, both were cute.
Chapter Two
From eight until midnight, there was a VIP party going on in the ballroom. In spite of marketing itself as a convention where anyone had the opportunity to meet with even the richest, those who paid more did get some perks. Sometimes, the guests would pop their head in the hallway to talk to attendees, but most hung with the guests who paid hundreds to attend. Event staff was also given access to the VIP room, so out of boredom, and since my shift was over, I headed there.
To my surprise, the VIP party was quite anticlima
ctic. There were a few punchbowls, sandwiches, and other refreshments strung across the table, but the room was cramped the people didn’t appear to be entertained. The guests looked bored out of their minds, and I could tell they were only there because they had an obligation to be. I felt sorry for anyone who paid out the wazoo to get the VIP party.
The two who were having fun, however, were Pulley and Goldsmith. They had their backs casually against the wall, sipping on champagne. Their ties were loosened, their collars popped, their suits almost falling off. Deep down, I could tell they still had the frat boy in them. I also wondered if the two ever did their own thing. They were like twins.
Many people tried speaking to the two, most being ambitious, young business majors, but the two said little. Everyone soon leaved them, and as one passed, I heard one mutter, “They’re kind of dicks in real life.”
I ignored them and went up to the two, my heart pounding. I put on my best formal voice possible. “Anything I can assist you two with? Do you want more punch, or maybe some chips?”
Goldsmith chuckled, his voice quite deep. “I can tell that you’re just putting on the staff show in order to talk to us. Relax, we won’t bite.”
“Hard,” Pulley added, a sly smile on his face.
“I heard a few people saying you guys were rude. Is that true?”
Oh great, you blew it. You were always bad about holding your questions in.
“Well, being a business owner, you have to be a bit assertive,” Pulley said. “I know these peoples’ game. They want to try to get connections from us while giving us nothing back. But we don’t play that. We believe that if you want something, you have to give us something in return. That’s capitalism in a nutshell.”
I laughed. “The people can be a bit over-enthused,” I added. My cheeks reddened as I realized how awkward I was. Being my first time around someone famous, it was no wonder.
“Indeed. In a few minutes, our obligation will be up. I think we’ll return to the hotel room afterwards. Tomorrow’s going to suck hard,” Goldsmith explained.
“So are you two always together?” I asked.
“Whenever possible,” Pulley replied. “We’re best friends before business owners, so we chill whenever we can. Our estate is even together. Since we live in one big house, we have plenty of privacy.”
As they spoke, I avoided eye contact, but whenever I did look into their eyes, I noticed how piercing they were. I couldn’t tell if they were trying to undress me with them or not.
“So why did you join staff?” Pulley asked.
I turned to him. “My friend told me to. It’s been hectic, but fun.”
Goldsmith sipped on his champagne. I could tell that he was getting a bit tipsy. “That’s good. I guess you’re here to unwind?”
I nodded. “Yeah, but as you know, it’s kind of boring.”
“What’s your name?” Goldsmith asked.
“I’m Anna Mitchell,” I replied.
A smile cascaded across Pulley’s face. “Why don’t you come to our room, Anna?” he asked. “We can help you unwind. Five star room.”
I stood there, dumbfounded. These two men were actually inviting me to their room? Did I hear them right? I knew I should have said yes, but I stood there, unable of what to say.
“You’re a cutie,” Goldsmith added. My cheeks grew so hot that I was surprised steam didn’t shoot from them. “And we need someone like you after this dull weekend.”
“I don’t have any money,” I assured them.
Pulley shook his head. “Hey, that doesn’t matter for us. Not that we need any more cash, anyway. We don’t do rich girls. They’re too snobby and think the world’s about them.”
“Ethan dated the daughter of an oil tycoon one time. They broke up in less than a week,” Goldsmith replied.
“So what do you say?” Pulley asked. “We have a TV as big as this room, a hot tub, a sauna, and anything else you desire.”
Tears almost streamed down my face. I was normally not the girl who would go with someone after meeting them for a few minutes, but these were billionaires. And as much as I tried telling myself that I wasn’t shallow, in truth, I loved the idea of having two people buy me whatever I want. I felt like a princes already.
“Sure thing,” I replied.
Pulley took out a keycard and gave it to me. “You need this to access the VIP floor. We’re in room 2024. We’ll be waiting.”
As the clock struck the hour, the two departed, leaving me with the keycard and a pair of underwear that needed to be dried.
Chapter Three
It has to be a prank, the realist part of my mind told me. As I walked to the elevator, twiddling the card Pulley gave me, I realized that it could be a dud. He probably gave me a card that didn’t work because he wanted to play with some girl’s feelings. When I stepped in the elevator, I prepared myself for the disappointment.
The convention center and the hotel joined, and the elevator I took would lead me to the rooms. There were 20 floors in the hotel, with the last three reserved for the big names. Below button 17, there was a keycard slot, followed by three buttons. To make the buttons work, you had to slide the keycard through the slot. If you were taking the stairs, there’d be a door you had to open using the keycard. As of now, the three buttons glowed red. If I slid the keycard and it worked, they would turn white, and I could hit whatever floor I wanted to take.
“Here goes,” I uttered, and I swiped the keycard. The buttons stayed red for a few seconds, and my heart began pounding. Was this all a trick?
Then, the red buttons turned white. I wanted to jump for joy, but I was afraid of damaging the elevator. As if the world depended on it, I hit button 20 repeatedly. The door closed and the elevator went up. I heard the ding!s as the elevator reached each floor, and my heart continued to pound until it hit 20. The door opened, and I went into the hallway.
Floor 20 had the most elegant hallway I ever witnessed. My floor, 7, just had your standard hotel setup, but this had walls decorated with jewels, and even a few fountains around. I wondered how much of the hotel’s hidden fees had to do with compensating for this lavish room.
I followed the doors down until I reached room 2024. I knocked on it a few times, but no response. I then swiped my keycard in its slot to see if it would work. The slot emitted a green light, and I heard the sound of the door unlocking. I stepped inside.
The room looked like something out of a cribs show. The decorations included high-quality paintings, diamonds on the walls, a television as big as a theater screen, and a bathroom that looked like your own persona spa. As I walked into the bedroom, I saw the bed, which made a king-size look like a joker. It was perfectly made, its tender blankets on tightly.
I explored every crevice of the room, but the two didn’t seem to be in here. I turned around to leave. Even though this room was heavenly, I was still in someone’s space without them being there, and I felt uncomfortable because of it. As soon as I went for the door, however, it opened. Pulley and Goldsmith stepped inside, sighs escaping their mouths.
“Glad to see you made it,” Pulley greeted.
“Apologies for the wait. Everyone kept stopping us, and there’s only so many ways I can politely say ‘Give us some space.’”
As they shut the door, they removed their suits and ties. Now, they looked a bit more human, and I had to admit, it looked good on them.
“I just arrived. What an amazing place you got there. A hotel room, and it puts my house to shame,” I greeted.
“It’s nice, but its hot tub needs to be a few degrees warmer,” Pulley joked. I hated humblebraggers, but I had to chuckle.
“So what? Am I staying the night or partying, or what’s your plan?” I asked.
“If you want,” Goldsmith replied, “We just wanted to have a cute girl so we can unwind, and you took the cake.”
“Oh, I’m not that cute,” I replied, my hands over my red cheeks.
“You got legs for days, cute lit
tle cheeks, you don’t cover yourself with makeup, and you’re chill. You’re the perfect girl. Everyone who has dated Ethan or me is usually some Barbie doll who won’t stop talking,” Goldsmith explained. Pulley nodded.
I felt like a middle-schooler who was asked out for the first time. Not only was I the desire of one attractive billionaire, but two! But which one to pick? I thought that both of them had their own sexy traits, so it was difficult to choose. And they were always together, which made it even more difficult.
What was even stranger was that both men didn’t seem competitive. I knew guys who destroyed their friendships as they competed to win the heart of some slut, and yet these two were relaxed. Although, that could be because of PR reasons.
“I’m glad you find me attractive,” I replied. “So what do you two want to do?”
“How about we get in the hot tub? There’s a TV by it and everything, so we can watch a movie while we relax,” Pulley suggested.
“I don’t have a swimsuit,” I protested. Even though I don’t think these men would mind if I went in with my birthday suit, I had to be a little modest.
“We bought one for you at the souvenir shop before we came in. One size fits all,” Pulley replied, a chuckle escaping me. “We’ll get ready, and while we do that, you can try it on.”
I went into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror, which almost looked like a portal to another dimension. I took off my clothes and tried my bikini on. Unsurprisingly, it fit, but it led little to the imagination. My breasts were barely held in my top, and my bottoms didn’t do a good job concealing my butt. I felt embarrassed, and a bit annoyed. These two wanted to put me in this. In spite of this, underneath the shame, I felt turned on as well.
Chapter Four
I stepped into the hot tub, the water seducing me within seconds. Pulley was wrong about the temperature being too cold. This was just right. It was hot enough to melt you, but not so hot that it would cook.
