The Billionaire Daddies

Can't wait to grow up

Can't wait to have relationships

Can't wait to avoid settling down

- Jacqueline

Since I was a teenager I modeled, busying my days, filling my bank account with money that I don't need. Mom had been adamant that I use my time wisely, education, social gatherings, and occupation where I can make a name for myself. Be noticed, be admired, be a valuable woman who one day men will want as their trophy wife.

Just like her.

I would look at mom and imagined what will my future be. I was confident that I don't want to be like her. I didn't want to be married to a husband who wants their wife as a decoration to his mansion, married to the kind of man who cheats every time, just because they can. In a way, I think mom loves dad, and it saddened me that I don't think he's on the same page as her.

Looking at myself now, I realized that I'm nowhere near content with my life. I'm in my early twenties, I'm gorgeous, almost finished with my degree. I'm rich and I like my job. But sometimes, I hate to imagine what my life would be like when I'm in my forties or worse fifties.

I would console Benjamin, my workmate, and my roommate. Then when his depression crept in on him, it scares me that sometimes his words and his thoughts would easily align with mine. Eventually, when that time comes I usually disappear on him, telling him I have a date. While without him knowing I took a couple of days of a yoga healing retreat. The mind-body-and-soul shit was crap but the surroundings were great. At least I got a fitter body and a healthier set of lungs, though the fear never really left. It's just shuffled back to the far corner of my mind.

Now, somehow when I'm with the brothers, I'd feel something else. It's different, the longing, their overprotectiveness, the thought that they both think that I'm a highly overpriced slut who craved money made me winced.

I still remembered how they look at me when they saw how dotting Kayne's mom was to me as she announced that I'm her son's girlfriend. I could see the gold-digging stamp tramp on my forehead when they saw me compliantly go with Kayne's mom ushering me to go with her.

Plans. That was also one of mom's teachings when I start puberty and she noticed that I start hanging around with boys. She was quick to make sure that when the time comes, I'd have protective sex, at any given time. No excuse. I told her that I had sex-ed in school but still, she slipped on a condom in my wallet. Every goddamn date night.

She was weird that way, but I never question her teachings. In my teen years, mom was battling her depression and I hated that dad was the one causing it. He cheats then he apologizes, then does it again, rinse, and repeat. So, the moment I was able, I headed off to college. Part of me didn't want to leave her and deal with her love life alone, but part of me thinks she's being a fool for letting society dictate how she should act on dad's behavior, or maybe she was foolishly in love with him.

Being raised by a mom who was once one of the wealthiest American heiress married to a dad who's of french royalty, had always been socially challenging. Mom had to move away from her lavish Parisian lifestyle to stay at dad's family chateaux in the countryside. The love and magical grandeur of the place died away as soonest I came along.

There are these weird social standings that she needs to balance, formal gatherings, charities, and associations, all while juggling to raise me and handle her filthy rich royalty husband who's addicted to cheating.

We were cut off from my mom's side of the family when her dad, my grandpa, told her to divorce her husband as he felt that his family was tainted by his son-in-law's infidelity. Yup, not mentioning how he felt about his daughter's feelings but back to one's image in the society.

College life was the best time of my life, all the family drama was gone. No one knows who I am in this country, I didn't go by my dad's royalty name. He had agreed that I'd use his middle name to draw less attention and he wanted me to live my life before I go back and marry a nice young royalty. Yes, I'm betrothed, and nope, I couldn't care less.

I honestly don't care if I will cause a future feud by not honoring dad's agreement with one of the oldest royal families in the neighboring land. This is not the fifteenth century, my failure in marrying my future husband won't cause any war. And I hated dad for what he did to mom, so I'm going to study and keep on studying until I run away and take my refuge probably in a small village near Vienna where I eat cheese and drink wine all day long. Then maybe I can convince mom to come with me and live happily ever after.

"Jacqueline?"

"Remy! Ghazi!"

It was well after dinner time, I was sitting alone, letting the TV on as my mind wanders, waiting for my favorite couple to show up while the brothers were busy in their home office. The guards must've let them in and Ghazi was the one who hugged me, kissed my forehead making sure I was still in one piece.

"I'm fine, I'm safe. You, on the other hand, you need to talk to them." I nudged him the second the guys walked out of their home office. Remy hugged me and told me that he miss me.

"Come on let's leave them to talk," I grabbed Remy's hand after letting him greet the twin briefly. "I don't want to be part of this talk, we'll be in the guest bedroom," I said to Grady and Percy who nodded and let me leave with Remy tailing behind me.

We walked up the stairs and reach the first guest bedroom, the room that was supposed to be mine but I've been staying at Grady's because of all the sex we've been having.

"God, I can't believe when Ghazi tell me about what happened to you. Tell me you don't have nightmares because of it?" I smiled and shook my head. Come to think of it, it's been a while since I had my nightmares. No one knows except for Benji, let me keep that thought for myself while Remy entertains me with his stories.

"Babe, Ghazi told me that you didn't know about his family's business." Remy sits his sexy ass on the bed while I grab a bottled water from the mini-fridge and give one to Remy and open one for myself. "Nope, I don't usually sniff around anyone's business unless that someone lets me." I sit next to him and cross my legs waiting for him to explain.

"Yeah, I kinda stumbled on it a couple of weeks after we dated. Though stumble is a loose word, it was more like I was faced with arm guards bursting into his room while he was on top of me and I was so fucking close to my orgasm." His stories always make me laugh, I love these two love birds, I think they're meant for each other.

"Oh god, must've been embarrassing!" I giggled and he laughed harder and started telling me about some rival family mob or something. "... and he gave me his robe to cover my nakedness while he get off the bed flashing his naked glory to his security guards who didn't even flinch. I mean the man is hot, right?" I nodded as a validation. I've seen him in his tiny Versace swimwear, I'd imagine the man would look perfectly delicious in his birthday suit. "I'd definitely do him if I'm a dude." I shrugged making Remy toss his head back and laugh.

We talked, laughed, and he told me about their next visit to France, "Ghazi will probably ask if you want to come along, but he said that you're exclusively booked by these two hot brothers." Somehow I blushed, it's been a while and I hate that the feeling was slowly creeping up at me.

"Oh! My god! You like them! Like... like them, like them! Babe, I'm so happy for you! Wait, why aren't you smiling?" I did smile, though not really, and I was a bit taken back that he recognized my fake smile.

"I... I don't do this, I don't do serious. Liking someone is as good as it gets." Somehow Remy gets the words out of me, I usually talk to Benji, but since he has his issues I've been keeping stuff inside and it was good to vent a little to Remy. "Oh... Jacqueline, baby, come here." He hugged me, didn't think I need it, not until I felt his warmth like a safety blanket Benji would provide whenever I needed him.

"How long will you guys be in town?"

"Maybe a couple of days? I don't know, Ghazi is probably scrutinizing your security details, that man loves you. You know that right? He'd probably do you if he's straight." And his last words made both of us laugh. "Oh my god, Remy, I love you too! And I do wish you'd do me if you're straight." His laughter was contagious, we talked for another half an hour before my phone buzzed with a text from Percy telling us to go downstairs.

"Come on, they're done talking." I throw away the empty bottle in the little bin by the dresser and waited for Remy and lead both of us to meet our men in the living room.

Ghazi looked a bit more relaxed and I couldn't help but run into his embrace the second he opens his arms for me. "I care about you, Jacqueline, call me if you need anything. I will take care of this from my side. And I'm really sorry that it happened." I could tell that he wants to say more but Grady cleared his throat as if reminding him that he needs to get going.

"We should meet up for lunch when this is all over." I hugged him one more time then let Remy take me in for his warm and fluffy embrace.

That night I rest back with the brothers, I sleep between them when out of nowhere my nightmare was back.