Their Spoiled Brat (A MFM Twin Brothers Billionaire Romance) Read online

  Their Spoiled Brat

  A M/F/M Romance

  J.L. Beck

  Copyright © 2017 by J.L. Beck

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  Meet J.L. Beck

  J.L. Beck is a stay at home to two little minions who is happily married to her high school sweetheart. When she's not writing steamy hot-as-sin books, you can find her with a glass of wine and a book of choice in hand. She believes all love stories should have a happy ever after, but knows that real life sometimes occurs and that doesn’t always happen. If she can give her readers a HEA through her books, then she's happy.

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  Chapter One

  Stephanie

  “What the hell am I going to do now Daddy?” I yelled into the receiver of my iPhone maybe a little bit too loudly when it came to talking to my father, but I was feeling ripped apart emotionally, and I deserved a breakdown after the bombshell he’d just dropped on me. There was no way I was going to be able to finish college with the lawsuit that was looming over his head. All I knew was that he wouldn’t be able to pay for any of my future classes, or my housing and finding a job that would pay me seven thousand dollars in the next month wasn’t even possible. I was up shit creek without a paddle, and the current was moving way too fast.

  “Calm down, sweetheart, I will figure this out. Don’t go making any rash decisions.” My father, being ever the glass is half full type of person was trying to make me feel upbeat about the situation when it really felt as if he’d just ripped everything I worked hard for right out of my hands. I could already picture him three-hundred miles away wearing his sweater vest and khaki pants-arms folded across his chest, with a smile on his face. I shook my head, making the image disappear from my mind. My father and I had always had a cloudy relationship, but this was not the blow we needed right now for any sort of repairs.

  How could this be happening to me? I was only one year away from graduating from college and my father had just pulled the rug out from under me. He was the owner and CEO of a company that sold printers, that is until one of the printers was apparently defective and exploded. This little mishap caused severe burns to a customer's face when she was trying to change the ink cartridge and now my family would suffer for it.

  My father tried to explain to me through my hysteria that he was being sued by the firm representing the obviously disgruntled woman and that everything would be okay eventually. The problem though, was there was nothing I could do to fix the problems that were occurring now. What was done was done, and I would have to find another way to pay for my classes.

  He was going to lose his business and with that came consequences we all would have to pay for and as much as I hated what was happening to my father, I needed a plan B or else I was going to be kicked to the curb when it came to school.

  “I have to go Dad,” I sighed into the phone, running my fingers through my hair in frustration.

  “Don’t make any rash choices, Stephanie. I will call the Dean and work something out. I promise, sweetheart.” I could feel the anxiety festering in my stomach.

  “Sure, do whatever you want,” I said pressing the end key on my cell phone. An intense migraine was starting to settle into the frontal lobe of my head from all the stress. I needed some type of pick me up, and maybe some brainstorming.

  I rubbed at the throbbing pain inside my head. I knew just who I could call to help me get things rolling in the right direction.

  I grabbed my phone, and scrolled down to my best friend Zoey’s number, hitting the call key. I paced around my apartment, moving back and forth with no purpose other than to absorb my energy into some sort of movement so I wouldn’t go crazy.

  The phone rang, and rang, and rang and just when I thought she was going to send me to voicemail her over joyful voice filtered into the speaker of the phone.

  “Hey, love, what’s up?” She was always so bright and cheery and I desperately wanted to have some of that radiant light channeled back on me.

  “Do you want to get some coffee with me?” I chewed on my bottom lip and plopped down on my couch, placing my elbows on my knees. I needed to devise a plan before shit really hit the fan.

  “Is that even a question? You know caffeine runs through my veins.” A tiny laugh escaped my lips. “I’ll meet you at Starbucks in fifteen minutes.” she finished, hanging up before I could object to the time or place.

  I slipped my cell into the front pocket of my jeans my eyes drifting over all the contents in my apartment. I could sell all this shit but the money would only be a temporary fix. I shoved from the couch pushing the thought to the back of my mind, for the time being, maybe with Zoey's help we could come up with a better plan.

  I slipped on my sandals and headed down to the Starbucks on the corner. My father and I had agreed on this apartment because it was so close to campus, plus it was near the parks, and shopping centers. I could go everywhere I needed to without a car and that was all that mattered when you were in college.

  I walked into Starbucks, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filtering into my nostrils. I sucked in the delicious smell, my eyes landing on Zoey who was watching the front door like a hawk. We smiled at each other and headed to the register to order our drinks.

  With our drinks in hand, we headed outside to one of the tables. “I’m screwed, Zoey, and not even in the good way.” I pouted, nibbling on my straw.

  “What’s going on babe?” Zoey questioned, concern filling her voice.

  “My father is being sued, and not just the little kind. He’s losing everything, meaning my education is going to be put on hold. I don’t mind giving up my apartment and all my belongings, but I can’t just quit school.” I sighed, my eyes lifting to the sky.

  “Wait. Your Dad is being sued?” Zoey leaned into me.

  “Yeah, and he’s going to lose everything.” Saying it out loud made it that much more real. I could feel Zoey’s eyes on me, so I turned my attention to her.

  “What?” I questioned. She had that look in her eyes, the one that said she was going to say something completely farfetched.

  “Well, I may have an idea that could save you, or at least your college career.” She flashed her eyes at me in a rebellious and mischievous type of way. Zoey was definitely more of the daredevil in our friendship. Where I was more of the bookworm who wanted
to study and get ahead on my homework. We were like yin and yang, but somehow we complemented each other’s personalities perfectly.

  “Dear Lord, please tell me you aren’t going to try and get me in at the strip club downtown.” I sighed so loud I was sure the couple at the table over could not only hear but feel my frustration.

  “What? You don’t want to shake your ass for a couple of dollars?” Zoey grinned at me and I raised my eyebrows up at her. I was still a virgin. I didn’t want to shake my ass for anyone.

  “If you have a real idea, then come out with it already.” I hated the frustration I was feeling and even worse that I was putting it on everyone else, but I needed a real solution.

  Zoey took a sip of her latte and glanced down the street, leaving me to hang in suspense. “Well,” she started. “Veronica told me about this website that she uses to cover her book fees. It’s kind of like match.com but for college kids. The men and women on the site pay for girls, and guys to go out on dates with them.”

  I narrowed my eyes at her because that seemed a little bit far-fetched to me. “You can’t actually be serious right now? That’s like a Sugar Daddy right?” I licked my lips at the thought. What would it be like to have a man pay for everything I needed, and all I would have to do is offer him my company?

  “Dude, I’m serious. This isn’t a joke. Veronica makes a shit ton of money off this site.” Zoey pulled out her cell phone and began typing on it. I leaned over in my seat so I could see where she was going with this insane idea.

  She typed the following words into the web browser: AlphasOnTop.com. I bit the inside of my cheek in anticipation as we waited for the site to load.

  I scoffed at the website name. “You’re kidding right? Alpha’s on top?” My eyes nearly rolled out of my head. This wasn’t going to work, nor was it fixing the problem right now.

  “Don’t be so pessimistic.” Zoey shot me a dirty look. “You can’t judge the website until we actually see how legit it is. Besides, I know Veronica makes bank off of the men on this site so I know at least some of the people on it are legit.” I knew Zoey was trying to help but it didn’t seem like this was a good idea.

  “I don’t know if I could ever do the things Veronica does…” My voice trailed off. Zoey knew what I was getting at.

  “Oh for heaven’s sake, Steph, there is no sex involved. All they want is your company, which should be perfect for a little virgin like you,” Zoey joked, a smirk pulling at her lips. My brow furrowed. The fact that I was still a virgin at the age of twenty was a weak spot for me.

  “Holy shit, Steph! This guy is hot! ” Zoey pushed her phone into my face and I grabbed it from her.

  I looked over the AD and noticed an extremely attractive guy's dating profile.

  NAME: Rider Wright

  JOB: Recent college graduate working for his father’s land development company.

  FUN FACTS: Has a twin brother. His favorite color is green, and he loves football.

  My eyes scan over the AD once more. Hello Mr. Sexy, meet Ms. Virgin Innocence. A smile pulls at my lips at the thoughts swimming through my mind.

  “It says he is just looking for some innocent company, food, and drinks at a local restaurant downtown and he wants a girl he can get to know better,” I said more to myself than Zoey as I trailed off becoming more mesmerized by his photo by the second.

  I was drawn to his dark hair and sky blue eyes. His skin was an olive color, making him golden brown all over. He had a cocky look in his eyes, one that said I can get whatever I want even if I don’t try, and normally that would’ve been a turn off for me but this man, he looked like he could take control of me in just the right ways.

  I scrolled the ad further with my thumb. “Oh fuck! It says he’s willing to pay up to five thousand dollars for one date.” I couldn’t breathe. If this was legit then that would be enough to pay for this coming semester.

  “See, I told you, you could make bank off of these men. Plus you’re almost done with school; you might as well find a way to make some decent money until you find a job as a nurse.” Zoey took the last swig of her latte before tossing it into the trashcan next to her. I looked out at the busy street, taking in the hustle and bustle of people racing to get to wherever it was they were going. I had very little options to choose from, and when it came to schooling and my future that was all that mattered to me.

  “I’m going to think about it before I make a choice. What if it’s like that Craigslist Killer?” I questioned Zoey who looked at me like I was an idiot.

  “This isn’t Craigslist, Stephanie, and these men aren’t going to abduct you unless you want them to. Live a little, and make some money while you’re doing it. You never know you might even find love?” Zoey winked. I ignored her last comment letting my mind drift off to Rider, the gorgeous billionaire.

  What if he was the answer to all my problems?

  ***

  That night when I crawled in bed all I could think about was Rider. I couldn’t get him out of my head and I knew that had to be a sign. I reached over to my nightstand and grabbed my cell. I pulled his profile up on my phone again. My pussy clenched as I stared at his photo, a lot longer than any sane person should. He had the most perfect white teeth and a grin full of adventure that made me want to get to know him better.

  Damnit! I was totally head over heels and I hadn’t even met the guy yet. I knew now that there was no going back, I would have to follow through with seeing him, if not for the money simply because I was curious about him.

  I exited out of the browser and over to my messages. I should text Zoey and tell her that I’m going to do it.

  I typed out the following message: Okay, I’m going to do it. I’m intrigued and five thousand is way too much to pass up on. I hit the send key and waited patiently for her reply. Seconds later my phone chimed.

  ZOEY: Good. Hopefully, you get more than just five thousand dollars.

  I rolled my eyes and sat my phone back on the nightstand. Zoey might sleep with anything that had a dick but I wasn’t like that. In the end, it was about the money, it had to be because if I lost focus there was a whole lot more than just love on the line.

  Chapter Two

  Stephanie

  The hours seemed to tick by at a snail's pace as I tossed and turned back and forth in my bed. I felt as if I were a toddler who had gotten all jacked up on sugar and refused to nap. My mind was wrapped around Rider’s handsome face. It was strange how obsessed I was with this man when I didn’t even know a single thing about him.

  I wondered who had taken the photo of him, and where he had been; what else he had done that day. Then my mind would insert a classic token of horror, to that ‘what if’ scenario of the million’s of ways everything about the date could go wrong. Most of the emotional cutting my brain did to me was in the prime of three in the morning. What else would my mind have to do in the middle of the night other than daydream a nightmare situation created from sheer imagination?

  I stayed up daydreaming for hours until my alarm clock shrieked to life forcing me to jump out of bed faster than necessary. What was wrong with me? I was a ball of nerves and all because of some man I had yet to meet.

  All I had to do was make it through classes this morning and I could make my choice. Shoving from the bed I got up and got ready for the day, a part of me hoping it would go faster than normal, while the other part of me hoped it would drag because as much as I felt like a high-class whore going on dates with men and being paid for it I had to take this leap of faith. I had no other choice because there was not going to be anyone else there to cast out a rescue net to me and take up my tuition if I didn’t act in a quick way. I didn’t want to find myself twirled around the business end of a stripper pole. I shoved the shitty thought to the back of my mind and headed to class praying things would work in my favor if only this one time.

  ***

  I sat outside Youger hall on a park bench facing the baseball field. The sun was bright and
I had kicked myself for forgetting my sunglasses on my kitchen counter this morning.

  Squinting in the glare of the sun, and without the protection of shade I took my backpack off my shoulders and unzipped the largest compartment to shove my anatomy and physiology book back inside. I was so close to finishing my nursing degree I could taste it. I swear the books alone could bankrupt a person with the insane amount of money that they cost to buy or rent them.

  My cell chimed to life in my pocket signaling and incoming text. I plucked the device from my pocket and looked at the name that blinked across the screen.

  Zoey: Please tell me you sold your virginity to that guy?

  A bubble of laughter escaped my lips as I read her text. She was crazy if she thought I was going to sell my virginity to some random dude I had yet to meet. Then again, it wasn’t all that bad of an idea.

  Me: I didn’t sell anything to him. I haven’t even texted him yet.

  I hit send without a backward glance, and before I could even place my phone on my lap I had an incoming text message.

  Zoey: Time is money sweetheart. Ask him how much he would pay you if you went to second base on the first date?

  I couldn’t even be mad about her crude humor not when I knew I would do just about anything possibly even let this stranger go to second base with me.

  Me: Don’t be a dick.

  I sent my response and got up from the park bench to head back to my apartment. That was one of the better perks of taking half days. You got out at noon and could go home and nap, or veg out the rest of the day.

  As I descended the hill my phone started ringing. Zoey’s name flashed across the screen so of course, I answered it.

  “Hello?” I tried to sound like I didn’t care that she was calling me completely out of the blue but truthfully after being friend’s as long as we had been, there was no way she couldn’t tell how I was feeling about this whole dating thing.