40. Gold Digger

**40. Gold Digger**

“You are the famous *Big Daddy* porn star!” I reply with a sly grin.

Cason goes silent.

His eyes narrow down at me darkly as he glares me with an intensity of a predator, like the one tattooed on his chest.

“I know you are him.” I tell after unloading my confidence.

He might be daddy,

But I am also a baddie.

If he thinks he is smart,

Then I am sneaky like a fart.

“How did you know?” He asks me after a long silence.

*I knew It. I fucking knew it!*

I smirk as unknowningly he confirms my doubts. “Let’s just say, I have seen you in action. Or, to put it bluntly, I have watched your porn videos. And I remember your lion tattoo from there.”

I point at his chest with a self-satisfied smirk as I watch him fall into silence. “Honestly, it wasn’t hard to guess. After all, your behaviour already gave away all the hints about your profession.”

Cason takes a long step and stands in front of me, hovering like the infamous BigDaddy he is. His stark grey eyes look down at me intimidatingly, but I don’t give a flying fuck to his skyscraping height and glare back at him like a tigress.

The reins are in my clutch, and I will decide where this unicorn will run.

“I see you have been stalking on daddy.” A wicked grin spreads across his hunting face, and my own smirk disappears.

I retreat a step as he closes in, invading my personal space like an alien. A gasp pulls out of me as my back presses against the door, and his eyes darken with an unspoken intention.

Cason smirks like a lion after cornering his prey. “You watched me fucking other girls. You are a bad girl, Joycelyn.”

The porn star licks his lips as he leans down to my face and whispers, “And daddy loves a bad girl.”

*Bitch what?*

My eyes widen in surprise as he catches me off guard with his sudden shift in attitude. I have never seen anyone flip their personality like a pancake.

*He is crazy. Like a cat at 3 AM.*

“Tell me, did you touch yourself while you watched me on your screen and imagined that girl was you?”

*What is this toe-licker saying?*

“You don’t have to imagine now.” Cason leans in closer. A shiver runs down my spine as his lips brush my ears sensually. “I can fuck you hard like her and make you scream harder than anyone you have ever spread your legs for.”

My breath hitches and he trails his fingers lightly over my thigh, sending a jolt of electricity through my body.

“I know Ceasar has been avoiding you and yours needs.” He breathes softly into my ears. “But I can fulfil them, very well.”

“Stop it.” Heat spreads through my skin and I find my heart pounding at his kinky words.

“Why? Is it turning you on?” He speaks in a low, seductive tone.

I look up. His lustful gaze bore into me so darkly that I can clearly see in them his intense desire and hunger to conquer me.

Like I am a battle, he waited for his life and a battle, that he badly needs to win.

“I own all the things that Ceasar owns. Money, luxury and fame. I will give you ten times what he can. That too with pleasure.” His voice sounds like a devil’s.

My skin erupts in goosebumps as his nails trace circles on my inner thighs, slowly crawling above.

“Ask me to fuck you, Joycelyn.” He whispers in my ear and a tremor passes through my body. *He is completely crazy!*

“Keep your hands off me, Cason. I am not your stupid plaything.” I averse to his seduction as I slap his hand away from my thigh and push his chest to create distance between us.

His cat grin widens as if he sees this as a game.

“It’s just a matter of days, baby. It won’t be long before you are begging for my touch and attention more than Ceasar.” He promises.

They say true, the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. Cason is just as self-centered and arrogant as his twin brother. The only difference is Ceasar flaunts his wealth to get what he wants and Cason relies on his good looks and thinks he can have anyone bend for him.

These brothers are insane!

Ego’s bigger than their brain.

Arrogance runs in their genes,

One’s as bad as the other it seems.

“Mind my words, Joycelyn. I will make you spread your legs for me and you will scream my name louder than your husband.” He sneers, showing his perfect teeth and psychotic-hoe personality.

*What pornographic storytale did I let myself fall into?*

“Not even in your dream.” I glare at him and walk out of his kinky den with pulsing nerves.

I didn’t sign up for his *watch-how-I-am-going-to-fuck-you* shit!

. . .

It’s night time, and I am feeling blue,

I have to board a plane with two.

But one is a jerk, and the other one too,

How will I know which seat to choose?

“Sit here.” Ceasar tells me as he gives me the window seat, the one beside him. Cason sits in front, facing us with his smug face.

“Is this alright?” Ceasar asks me after carefully tightening the belt on my pregnant belly.

“Yes.” I hide my blush and look at the runway as the plane gets ready on the runway. He has been strangely caring since the past two days and my heart has been unusually beating since he kissed me.

“Aww! So cute.” Cason cooes as he sees us and instantly, Ceasar withdraws his hands from me and sits up.

*’Ask me to fuck you, Joycelyn.’*

His words still feel fresh in my ears, like a purge siren. I mentally tick off the hours until I can finally get away from this pornic dildo.

“Isn’t this awesome, travelling in a private plane, having fancy meals? More reasons to marry a billionaire.” Cason mocks me as the dinner gets served by the cabin crew.

I narrow my eyes at the chicken sitting in front of me and the smirk on his face spreads wider.

“What are you trying to say?” I shoot him a questioning look.

Cason nonchalantly chews his food as he says, “I am just saying that my brother is so lucky that you are not a gold digger.”

I feel a pang in my chest like someone hit me with a brick and the taste of chicken fades in my mouth. Whereas Ceasar seems unaffected by any of his sweet brother’s words.

“I think you are very lucky too, Cason. Because your brother is very hardworking, unlike you.” I smile and Ceasar drifts his eyes at me.

The presence of his eyes on me stirs the soup in my stomach and strangely I feel warm.

“Oh, I am very *hard* working too. You just haven’t given me a chance to prove.” Cason smirks after throwing a sexual innuendo my way.

I narrow my eyes at him and I shift my attention to my meal, which can be finished unlike the stuff coming out of his mouth.

It was midnight and the night sky was painted in deep black, dotted with twinkling stars both above and below us. The city lights sparkle with stars on the ground, creating a mesmerizing view that keeps me gazing out of the window.

My back aches from continuously sitting in one posture and I stand up. My legs prick with needles with the sudden rush of blood from being in the same position for so long and I let out a whimper.

“You okay?” “Are you alright?”

Cason and Ceasar both come rushing to my aid. It’s remarkable how much they resemble each other, with a 99% similarity. However, it’s the remaining 1% that sets them apart- That is their eye colour.

Cason’s eyes are a little darker, hinting at the dark secret he carries.

Ceasar, on the other hand has lighter eyes and stubble beard, which gives him a slightly more mature and older look than his crazy twin.

“Um.. Yeah. I just need to use the washroom.” I tell them and walk past both the brothers who are ready to lift me to the door of toilet.

As I walk out, I spot a door beside which I hadn’t noticed before. I push open the door and find myself in a luxurious bedroom. The king-size bed looks so inviting and I feel a wave of exhaustion washing over me as I am desperately in need of some rest.

Without thinking twice, I kick off my shoes and crawl into the bed. The softness of the sheets and the gently hum of the jet engines lull me into a peaceful slumber.

After a few hours, my eyes open to dim lights and a gentle musky scent, which smells similar to aftershave. I twist my body and suddenly my body restricts to turn around as I feel a hard wall behind me.

*Huh?*

My stomach feels heavy and I look down to see a hand resting on me. A hairy hand with long fingers and prominent veins that could only belong to a man.

Panic sets in and I turn around to see a sleeping face that resembles that of my fake husband. My heart does a walt as I stare at Ceasar’s dimly lit face resting on the same pillow as mine. He surprisingly looks calm and young, without the usual stress that often clouds his features.

Unknowingly, my fingers lift and touch his cheek. I wait to feel the roughness of his beard but my fingers meet with a smooth, clean shave skin.

Huh? Where did his stubble beard go?

That’s when the familiarity slowly turns into unfamiliarity as I realize, he is not the brother I am thinking he is.

He is the devil.

He is Cason.