Power Trilogy: Power Trip, Power Play & Power Shift (Twin Billionaires Series)

by M T Stone

  “I really like how you smell,” he murmurs with a subtle smirk crossing his face. “What do you have on?”

  “I like to call it Sure Fuck.” I giggle, giving him a kiss on the cheek and running my hand over his crotch. “Is it working?”

  “I think you already know the answer to that,” he replies, opening one eye and giving me a seriously sexy look. “I need to go brush my teeth.”

  “Don’t worry about it,” I insist, tracing the length of the bulge that is growing in his pants. “I’m not interested in kissing right now anyway. I was just thinking about when you were behind me in the shower and you were rolling my nipples between your fingers. It made me wet just thinking about having your hands on me.” I take hold of his belt and unhook it, eager to get him out of his pants.

  “Alright… up against the wall,” he says, immediately knowing exactly what I was thinking. He stands up to allow his pants and briefs to fall away from him. He quickly unbuttons his shirt and ditches that as well before moving in behind me. “No matter what happens, your hands have to stay against the wall,” he whispers in my ear, flipping the back of my robe up to reveal my ass.

  “Is that a threat?” I ask, feeling a jolt of electricity at the thought of what might happen if I defy his command.

  “I’ll let you find that out the hard way.” He runs his warm hands along the curves of my ass and down my thighs. “You need to get rid of this robe.” He pulls at the tie, allowing it to fall open.

  “I’m sorry, but I can’t take my hands off the wall.” I snicker, glancing back at him.

  “You’re good,” he whispers while pulling back the collar and kissing my neck just beneath my left ear. He has already figured out that it’s one of my weak spots.

  A shiver reverberates down my spine as he continues to ravish my sensitive flesh while sliding two fingers between my folds and releasing the juices that have been building up inside. “God, that feels good.”

  Trey

  As Mandy begins to moan and squirm, any thoughts of how tired I am have quickly been replaced by the need to drive her to another incredible orgasm. Hearing her gasp and feeling her tremble when I push her over the edge has become somewhat of an addiction for me. Seeing how far I can take her and finding new ways to increase the intensity have provided a much needed break from all that is swirling around me.

  I position the head of my rock hard dick in the perfect position to tease her, while continuing to manipulate her clit with my fingers. Her breathing is becoming labored, so I nibble gently at her earlobe while slowly sliding into her. She feels so amazing.

  “Oh, my God!” she cries, suddenly becoming weak at the elbows.

  I pull my hand back and latch onto her hips as I push myself deep inside of her. I hold it there for a brief moment before beginning to rock her hips against me. She draws her knees together gripping me even tighter than before and she begins to thrust back upon me.

  “Oh, fuck…” I had intended to be the one in control, but the way this feels leaves me no choice but to let her have her way with me.

  I suddenly remember her mentioning how she loved it when I rolled her nipples between my fingers. I slide my hands around the sides of her body and cup her breasts firmly. She lets out a soft moan while continuing to move her hips against me with conviction. I force my fingers together and roll her nipples between them.

  “Harder,” she whimpers, adding additional fuel to the already scorching, hot moment.

  Inspiration strikes from watching her long, dark hair flow down the length of her back. I reach up with my right hand and grab hold of it while wrapping my left arm around her waist. I pull her to me and once again take over, passionately giving her everything I have to offer.

  An unexplainable feeling washes over me as I reach another intense climax. Even though my body is completely spent and more than sexually satisfied, there is still a longing deep inside of me. I wrap both arms around her as we both begin to recover, still gasping for air. I wish we could just stay right here, feeling like this for a while.

  “I really liked that.” Mandy finally says, turning her head back toward me. “I love how it feels when you take control and dominate me a little.”

  “I love how it feels to be with you,” I reply, continuing to hold her close. “Unfortunately I can’t sit like this any longer.” I give her a kiss before tipping both of us to the side.

  “I want to try all kinds of things with you,” she says as she turns to face me with a giddy smile on her face.

  “I’m up for that.” My mind immediately begins to conjure up all kinds of possibilities.

  “You just let your imagination run wild,” she whispers, snuggling in under the sheets next to me. “I’ve never had anyone that I’ve been so comfortable with.”

  Lying with her wrapped in my arms, I once again I realize that I feel completely calm and at peace. I am amazed by this feeling of contentment, like nothing else in the world matters because all I need is right here in front of me. Unfortunately, my lack of sleep quickly catches up with me and I drift off.

  “Your phone is ringing,” Mandy says, shaking me from a deep sleep.

  I glance at my watch and see that several hours have passed, so I reach over and grab it to see who is calling. “It’s Mom,” I tell her, wondering if she has good news or if she has found out about the newspaper article. I let it go to voicemail, but instead of leaving a message, she calls right back.

  “Hi, Mom,” I answer with a yawn.

  “I’m sorry to wake you but Ty is awake and I want you to come up and see him right away,” she says with the most enthusiasm I have heard from her in years. “He doesn’t recognize either of us, but the nurse said maybe seeing you would kick start his memory.”

  “I’ll be over, I just need a few minutes to wake up,” I reply wishing I could’ve slept for several more hours.

  “Come as soon as you can,” she reiterates. “And then we can discuss this article on the front page of the Times.”

  “I’m sorry, Mom.” I cringe at the thought of her seeing it. “I had no idea Perry was going to use them in such a public way.”

  “Where did they come from?” she asks with increasing irritation in her voice.

  “Some are from your cedar chest and others are from Ray’s filing cabinet,” I admit, instantly feeling ashamed that we had gone behind their backs. “I just wanted to get the feds off my back. I had no idea that Perry would make them public like that.”

  “You’re just lucky that Ty woke up today,” she says curtly. “Otherwise I probably would’ve raised holy hell with you two.”

  “Actually, this probably makes us even,” I reply wanting to turn this back on her a little bit. “For ruining my relationship with Dad.”

  After a moment of silence, she says, “Let’s focus on your brother.”

  “I agree. I’ll be up there within the hour.” I hang up the phone and toss it on the bed. Glancing over at Mandy, I can see that she is once again stewing about the fact that the letters were made public.

  “Dad’s going to kill me,” she says, shaking her head and looking fearful.

  “I would handle him the same way as I handled Mom. Put it back on him,” I tell her. “They are the ones who created the mess, we just accidentally exposed them.”

  “You are probably right,” she replies with a somber look.

  “Let’s get ready, Ty is awake,” I tell her before hopping out of bed.

  CHAPTER 17

  T rey

  After rushing to the hospital, Mandy and I get off the elevator and head directly to Tyler’s room. As we approach the door I can hear Vanessa’s voice. I stop short and glance back at Mandy to let her know that I want to hold back for a moment.

  “I have always loved you Tyler and I hope we will be able to get back to how things used to be,” she says in a tone that almost sounds like she is pleading with him. Feelings of Déjà vu wash over me as I stand outside the doorway listening to her profession of love
for him. I might be the shoulder that she prefers to cry upon, but he has always had her heart.

  “I’ll try my best,” Tyler responds. “But it might take me a while to piece all of this back together.”

  “You are doing just fine,” Mom interjects, walking up to his bedside. “Everything will come back to you in time.”

  Vanessa bends down and kisses him on the forehead, before turning back toward us. In that split second, my immediate impulse is to duck around the corner just as I did a decade ago, but I realize there is no longer any reason to do that.

  “He’s awake!” I exclaim, taking a step forward into the doorway with Mandy’s hand in mine. “How are you doing buddy?”

  “He doesn’t even remember me,” Vanessa answers on his behalf with tears streaming down her face. “He doesn’t remember anything.”

  “It could just be temporary,” Mom adds, seeming happy to simply have him out of the coma. “The doctor said it mainly affected his short term memory.”

  I think back to the conversation with Dr. Novacek when he told us that his short-term memory was certainly going to be disrupted, but there was also a fifty-fifty chance that his long-term memory would be affected.

  “I’m just glad to see you awake,” I tell him as I approach the bed.

  “Hi.” he greets me with a blank stare. “You’re pretty,” he says looking past me and toward Mandy.

  “Thank you,” she replies holding out her hand. “I’m Mandy.”

  “She’s my girlfriend,” I explain to him, hoping he won’t say anything more about her with Vanessa still in the room.

  “You and Vanessa are engaged,” I tell him, reaching for her arm and pulling her back to the bed. “Here is the ring you gave her,” I explain, holding her hand up so he can see it.

  “Wow, that’s huge,” he gasps. “How much did that cost?” He looks back and forth between the four of us with wide eyes.

  “Oh, it wasn’t that much,” Vanessa retorts, with her cheeks turning a flushed red.

  “Well, it sure is a big ring,” he says shaking his head back and forth.

  “Do you remember me?” I ask him, crouching down to give him a better look.

  “Hmm, you seem kind of familiar,” he replies, narrowing his eyes and studying my face. “I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you before.” He nods his head and continues to examine my features.

  “Do one of you have a mirror?” I ask, figuring at least one of them would have a makeup mirror or something like that.

  Both Mom and Mandy begin rummaging through their purses. “Here you go,” Mom says first, handing me a small mirror.

  “Okay, Tyler. Look at yourself in this mirror and then look at me,” I tell him, holding the mirror next to my face so he can look back and forth between the two.

  “It’s you,” he says with a totally perplexed look on his face.

  “No. It’s you,” I reply, tipping the mirror down a bit so he can see his hospital gown.

  “That’s crazy!” he exclaims looking back and forth between the mirror and me. He looks down at his gown. “What am I even doing here?” he asks, becoming a bit agitated.

  “Someone poisoned you and they nearly killed you,” Mom begins to explain. “This is your twin brother,” she tells him, placing her hand on my arm.

  “Wow, that’s amazing,” he says, still looking confused and shaking his head from side to side. “You look just like me,” he adds with an astonished expression on his face.

  “It will all come back to you in time,” I tell him, hoping that my words are true. We all stand around him, just happy that he has pulled through.

  “You are beautiful, too,” he says to Vanessa after staring at her for several seconds. “I don’t think I told you how pretty you are.”

  Vanessa breaks into the first smile I’ve seen on her face since I’ve been back. “Thank you Ty. That’s all you really need to remember.” She leans over and gives him a kiss on the cheek while he continues to sit there with a dazed look on his face.

  “The toxicology report is back,” Thelma, announces as she comes bouncing through the door waving a small stack of papers in her hand. “Officers are already on their way to pick up Dr. Potaturri.”

  “So it was that bad?” I ask her.

  “It was definitely bad,” she replies, lowering her head and raising her eyebrows. “Mescaline, DET and Hydrocodone. So you were probably walking around like you had been roofied,” she says giving Tyler a sympathetic look.

  “That explains a few things!” Vanessa gasps. “That actually makes a lot of sense.”

  “So he was basically stoned for the past month?” Mom asks, looking totally confused.

  “You could say that,” Thelma responds. “The combination affects each person differently, but I can assure you that he definitely won’t remember much from that whole period of time.”

  Tyler simply stares at her, trying to process what she is saying. Mom and Vanessa appear to be in shock and don’t even seem to know what to ask her. I glance over at Mandy and it’s obvious that both of us are thinking the same thing.

  “So if someone wanted to wipe out Tyler’s memory, that was a pretty good way to do it?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

  “It was a genius way to do it,” she says with her eyes lighting up. “Giving him a high dose of Propofol and then administering Lorazepam in his IV most likely took care of any remaining memories. It was a perfect storm in there.” She reaches over and runs her fingers through Tyler’s hair.

  “So is he going to be okay?” Mom asks, suddenly looking more concerned.

  “Physically, I think he will be just fine,” she says, stuffing the toxicology results into the back of his chart. “We will start some cognitive function testing later today to set a baseline for his short term memory. Hopefully we’ll know more by the end of the day.”

  “Thelma, I need to talk to you in private,” a hospital administrator says as she pops her head into Tyler’s room.

  Thelma excuses herself and walks with the administrator toward the nurse’s station. A shocked look comes across Thelma’s face as she looks back toward us. They continue to talk in hushed tones, too quiet for us to hear their conversation.

  “Tell the detective to make sure the medical examiner does full toxicology, because it could easily have been something that was drug induced,” I can hear her say as she walks back toward the room. She comes through the doorway of Tyler’s room with a disturbed look on her face.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask, not able to tell whether or not she is going to share it with us.

  “When the officers arrived at Dr. Potaturri’s apartment, they found him lying in the middle of the floor. Dead,” she says with wide eyes.

  “So do they think he took is own life or somebody killed him?” Mandy asks, as hungry as I am for additional details.

  “They aren’t sure yet, but there were no obvious wounds.” She walks over to Tyler’s bed and looks down at him. “I wonder if this has something to do with you?”

  “I’m sure it does,” I reply, glancing back at Thelma and my brother. “I’ll stop back after while, but right now I need to go check on something.”

  Mandy

  Trey sends a text off to Tony telling him we need another ride and grabs my hand leading me to the elevator.

  By the look on his face, I can tell that another puzzle piece has just fallen into place for him. Tommy had recommended the doctor, who had subtly been poisoning him ever since and now the doctor was dead. I think back to the night before when Vanessa was screaming at him over the phone. Apparently Tommy felt that the doctor had become more of a liability, rather than an asset.

  During the drive over to Victor’s old office, Trey is busy making phone calls to Detective Kelly and others to find the best security service. He wants to make sure that Tyler, Vanessa and his mother have twenty-four hour protection until something breaks with the case.

  “Are you sure it’s a good idea to confront Tommy right n
ow?” I ask as the limo pulls up to Addison Media.

  “I’m not really planning on a confrontation as much as seeing first hand what is going on,” he replies, seemingly lost in thought. “I’ve had a strange feeling ever since I hung up with Becky earlier.”

  “Becky who?”

  “Dad’s old personal assistant, who now appears to be working for Tommy,” he explains with furrowed brows. “If anyone knows what is going on, it’s probably her.”

  I can feel my apprehension rising as the elevator blasts it’s way to the top floor. By the time the doors open, I can feel my heart pounding in my throat. I reach out and squeeze his hand. “Please be careful.”

  “Don’t worry, I’m not here to cause a scene,” he assures me with a wink. Unfortunately, that wink does nothing to reassure me.

  “Well hello, Becky!” Trey says after cracking open the door to the executive suite.

  “Trey! What are you doing here?” her eyes instantly dilate. I follow Trey into the office where there is a distinct smell of sweat in the air. Obviously there had been a stressful meeting earlier.

  “I just wanted to let you know that Tyler came out of his coma earlier,” he replies, walking up to her and giving her a hug. “Is everything okay?”

  “Oh, I’m just fine,” she replies, running her hands along the sides of her dress nervously. “Who is this?” she asks, looking over at me seeming eager to divert the topic.

  “This is Amanda Grayson,” Trey tells her. “I don’t know if you knew her father, Ray?”

  “Well of course!” she reaches out to give me a hug. “What in the world are you doing here?”

  “We’ve had a little reconciliation between our families,” Trey informs her. “You didn’t happen to see the Times this morning did you?”

  “I haven’t, but I definitely heard about it.” Her cheeks flush a bit. “Was that your doing?”