I arrived home, took a cold shower and got on to bed. I texted Ian, "baby, how was the meeting yesterday? You didn't update how it went. I just got home from my 1st day at work here and the client is not making it easier for me. Call me when you can."

I waited and waited, no reply. Maybe he's resting. I should, too.

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The next day, I got on my working clothes, made myself a hot cocoa, and met Jackie and Kyle at the lobby. "So there's two of them, huh?" Jackie blurted out as I came. Wow, Kyle really can't keep his mouth shut. But I didn't mind honestly, I didn't keep anything from them.

"Good morning to you, too, Jack," I smiled at her and chose to ignore her comment.

"You can't even calm yourself when you're with one, how are you gonna handle both?" Jackie wriggled her brows. "Not gonna handle anyone, not gonna talk about this," I replied as I sip my hot cocoa.

"Told you she's still in denial," Kyle whispered to Jackie intentionally loud. "Let's see how long can she keep her hands off of the walking fuck dolls for 3 months," he dared me. "You're pissing me off," I say sweetly.

They both laughed and we all went to the mansion.

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We went to work immediately. Demolition started just in time. Kyle has been briefing us and telling us what to do. I took notes on my clipboard and compiled it later for the daily report for my boss and the client.

Good thing about my friends, even though I knew they were dying to roast me about my situation, they didn't do it during working hours. We were on serious work mode.

The day went by smoothly. The delicious creatures didn't show up, which was good. I got to concentrate on my work.

We finished up with the demolition and clean up a little over by the time. And when we were done, we all went to the front door. I sighed loudly, knowing full well that I will be left behind to fend myself to the sex gods.

Jackie and Kyle both turned to me, giving me a sly smile. "Show your best work, honey," Jackie said. "I'm sure she won't disappoint them," Kyle added.

"Why does everything you both say today has to sound dirty?" I asked.

"Well, I think that's the way you want it. Dirty," Jackie said. I rolled my eyes at her but couldn't help to let out a little laugh.

"Ms. Santiago, the sirs are both waiting for you in the dining," the same bodyguard we met at club called me out. "Right, coming," I replied.

"Let the hunting begin," Kyle winked at me and hopped on the service vehicle. Jackie kissed my cheek, told me, "we'll be waiting for you at Kyle's room, we want details, bitch," and hopped on as well.

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I turned back to house and went to the dining with so much nerve. I was confident most of the times and during this time, my confidence went right off the window.

"Sit," Marco ordered as I arrived the dining. They both looked so serious. I sat across them and gathered all the confidence I have left and looked straight at them.

"Good evening Marco & Mason," I greeted them with a slight smile. Food was already on the table, we started eating. Silence enveloped the room as we ate. When we finished, I waited for them to speak up.

"Report," Mason said. I provided them each a folder and showed them the progress we did today and explained the next thing for tomorrow. I also showed them the projected expenses for the rest of the week. I was proud of myself that I explained it well and answered every question they threw at me.

"So, no problem so far," Mason concluded. "Correct, we will surely handle this project well," I told them proudly.

"Now, let's get to know you," Marco smirked. "Excuse me?" I asked, not nearly believing what I just heard.

"We want to know you. We'll be having dinner everyday for 3 months and we would like to know the person we were sharing meals with," Mason answered simply.

"You already know what you need to know. You know my name, my position in this project and how I handle this job," I say as a matter of factly.

"We want to know more," Marco stared at me too intensely.

"I refuse to disclose any personal information to clients," I answered back. "We're just being friendly," Mason said. There he was again with the emphasis.

Giving in, 'cause I don't want to piss my clients off, "fine, but I can ask questions too," I answered, "what do you want to know?"

"Age," Mason said a single word. "26, you?" I asked back. "32," they both answered. I nodded.

"Boyfriend?" Marco asked. Wow, going straight to the point.

"I have back home in Canada," I answered. They both looked pissed with my answer. Mason clenched his jaw and looked straight at me with so much anger. Marco just closed his eyes and breathes heavily, looking like he's trying to calm himself down.

"How long?" Mason asked in gritted teeth.

"3 years," I answered without a second thought.

"Is that why you refused to give me you number?" Marco asked as he opened his eyes.

"Yes, I don't play around anymore," I answered nervously.

"Anymore?" Mason asked, intrigued, "so you used to play around?"

Great, now I regret answering the question. "Yes, when I was single," no point in denying it.

"Too bad, I would love to see you play around," Marco said biting his lip. He's not really trying to hide his intentions.

"Yeah, too bad," I answered back sarcastically.

They both kept staring at me. This was too much for me, so I stood up to leave. "I should get going," I said.

"Sit," Mason said.

"Or what?" I dared him.

"Or I'll make you," he warned me.

"This is clearly not about work anymore, I have to go home and rest," I protested. "I said, sit," Mason repeated himself. I was starting to get pissed. I chose not to answer and started walking out the dining.

Just as I was about to exit the room, a hand grabbed my forearm, causing me to stop in my tracks. "You don't ever listen, do you," Mason whispered and pulled me to his chest.

I tried so hard to sound unaffected to our closeness, "Mason, let me go," I said calmly. "Didn't I just tell you I have a boyfriend and I want to keep this professional," I added.

I heard Marco laughed and said, "you weren't so professional when we were dancing the other night." He came so close behind me, I felt his breathing against my neck.

Fuck, I was being sandwiched by them. This was not a good position to be in.

Just as Marco's lips touched my neck, he was shoved away from me. It was Mason.

Wait. What's happening?

"What the fuck, Mason?!" Marco argued with his twin. "I told you, I'm not sharing!" Mason shouted.

"Who said we're sharing?! I found her first!" Marco shouted back. I was glued to my spot, not believing what I am hearing.

Are they arguing which of them should get me?

"She refused you!" Mason came at Marco, about to punch. "She didn't choose you either!" Marco balled up his fists.

This is not good. This is what I've been telling myself, this is clearly trouble.

"STOP!" I yelled, "I am nobody's! Who the fuck are you to decide for me?! You are both fucking crazy to think that I'll choose any of you! If you are used to always getting what you want, well wake up from your fucking dreams! None of you are getting me, you egotistical twins!"

They both stayed where they were standing.

I calmed myself, and try to regain my professional stance, "I am going, see you both tomorrow," then walked out.