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“Thank you,” Anna and Douglas said at once.

“Oh it was my pleasure,” Nicole said as she rolled off the
bed. “I’m sure we’ll have to make some readjustments in out contracts.”

The couple laughed, and Doug held Anna tighter to his chest
as the both watched Nicole dress.

“I’ll see you both on Monday,” Nicole gave them both a wink,
then turned and waltzed out of the room.

Finally, Anna and Doug were left alone. Doug looked down
into his wife’s face, and he felt a surge of many different emotions pass
through his body.

“Anna…” he said softly, his guilt and sadness coming to the
forefront. “I’m so sorry…”

“Don’t be,” Anna cut him off. “Everything that happened was
carefully planned. I knew that you wouldn’t be able to resist her, and I didn’t
want you too.”

Doug was not convinced, and he raised an eyebrow.

“And I have to say…” Anna said, blushing a little. “I wanted
to… you know… see what it was like…”

Doug’s eyes widened, and he felt his cock begin to stir at
her admission.

“You mean,” Doug pressed, his voice growing darker. “What it
was like to be with a woman?”

Anna blushed furiously, but nodded.

“And…” she said softly. “I liked it… I really did…”

“But…?” Doug prompted softly, sensing a reservation in her
voice.

“But sometime…” Anna said, fidgeting a little. “Sometimes it
just wasn’t enough… and all I wanted was your thick cock inside of me…”

That was all it took to get Doug’s cock fully erect once
again. Without a word, he moved so that he was hovering over Anna’s body. He
lowered his hand between her already spread thighs, and he shuddered at the
wetness he felt there. He gathered some up on his fingertips, and then lifted
his hand to Anna’s mouth. She eagerly sucked at his fingers and Doug growled at
the sheer pleasure of the sensation.

Without any further warning, Doug slid into her once again,
giving her few solid thrusts, and making her whimper.

“Like that?” he growled through his teeth.

“Yes…” Anna whimpered with a nod. “Just like that…”

Doug growled yet again, and lost himself in the tight
wetness of his wife’s pussy. He pounded into her heard, and he relished the
sensation of her fingernails digging into his shoulders. Soon, he heard her
breathing hitch, and he lowered his hand between them to circle her swollen
clit. It only took a few seconds of that treatment before she let out a soft
cry, and he felt her meet her end.

Doug gasped as her muscles milked him, and with another few
powerful thrusts, he once again spilled his load into her, pumping slowly as he
emptied himself.

Doug gently withdrew from her and rolled off of her,
collapsing at her side to catch his breath. When they had both recovered, Anna
curled up to his side, and Doug held her tight, pressing a soft kiss to her
forehead.

“I love you…” she whispered softly.

“Oh Anna…” Doug whispered in return, gently nuzzling into
her head with his face. “I love you too. So much.”

With that, the couple fell into a satisfied sleep, help
closely in one another’s embrace.

By: Anna Duval

Cream for the Rival Billionaire Brothers

© Anna Duval, 2016 – All rights reserved

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Alexis stirred the cup of tea for the third time and then
slid it carefully onto the tray, picking it up and very carefully balancing
everything on as she walked to the stairs and slowly ascended them to head up
to her mother’s room. When she was growing up, her mom used to joke that one
day the roles would be reversed and that Alexis would be taking care of
her
rather
than the other way around. She just hadn’t expected it to happen quite so soon.

With a quiet sigh, she pushed open the door to the bedroom
gently and padded inside, her slippered feet barely making a noise on the thick
carpet as she walked over to the bed.

Her mother was snuggled up under the covers and breathing
heavily, although Alexis couldn’t work out if she was asleep or just resting.
Her breathing pretty much always sounds like that these days.

“Mom…?” She mumbled quietly and placed the tray down on the
bedside table, reaching to turn the light on too at the same time. “Your lunch
is here…”

“I don’t think I can manage it, love,” came a strained,
croaking voice from under the covers.

“You need to try and eat, Mom,” Alexis insisted. “We talked
about this yesterday. You’re never going to get better if you just waste away.
You’ve got to keep your energy levels up.”

Silence.

Alexis bit her lip and continued. “It’s only soup and a
sandwich. Just try and eat half, at least.”

“I’ll try,” her mother weakly replied.

Alexis knew she had to be satisfied with that. “Do you want
me to help you to a sitting position?”

“Please, love…”

She tugged back the covers a little then tucked her arms
underneath her mother’s and gently but firmly pulled her up by her shoulders,
her mother pushing down a little on the mattress to ease the process and
wiggling her legs to sit up, grunting and whimpering with the effort on her
weakened body.

Alexis propped up the pillows and helped to make her
comfortable then placed the tray on her lap so she could eat her lunch.

“You can leave me now, Alex…”

“Are you sure? You don’t need help to eat?” She was cautious
about leaving her on her own just in case she didn’t actually eat the food
either.

“I’m not completely helpless just yet,” her mother tutted
slightly and picked up the spoon with some soup on, slowly raising it to her
lips as she leaned over a little to avoid spilling it.

Alexis watched her for a moment, then leaned down and kissed
her on the top of her head before turning to leave.

“Why don’t you go out for a little bit, Alex?” said her mom
just as she reached the door and was about to head out. “I’ll be fine until
dinnertime. There’s no need for you to sit in the house twenty-four hours a
day.”

Alexis nodded. “Maybe…”

Back downstairs and on her own again, Alexis sat down at the
dining table that never got used anymore and ate her sandwich, her shoulders
stiff and heavy with the weight she was carrying around on them. Only
twenty-two and fresh out of college, she never expected to be the sole caregiver
for her sick mother on what was rapidly becoming a full time basis, although it
wasn’t like she had any other choice. They were a small family anyway and there
had only ever been the two of them, her dad having left when she was pretty
young. They had other family members, apparently, but they lived right across
the other side of the country and she’d only ever seen them once. They had no
one to help them and barely enough money to get by, most of which had gone on
paying for her mother’s early healthcare. When she’d first started to get sick,
they’d gone in for tests at the hospital. Lots of tests, for different things.
They’d all come up inconclusive, and it had got to the point where they
couldn’t afford to pay for any more.

Meanwhile, it felt as though she was getting worse instead
of better. She was bedridden all the time and very weak, sometimes with a
fever. Alexis was at her wit’s end and feeling desperate, especially with the
dwindling funds in their bank account. She just wanted to know what was wrong
with her mom. She wanted to be able to pay for more tests so they could find
out for certain, and maybe employ someone who could help her take care of her
if she continued to stay sick, so that she could at least occasionally live
something of a life. She’d been hoping to get a job, but that idea had gone out
of the window.

It was an idea that came rapidly back into her mind,
however, when she sat down with the laptop that afternoon after lunch and
logged online to check how much money they had left in the bank.

Pretty soon, they wouldn’t be able to even afford to buy
food anymore. They wouldn’t be able to pay the bills for the house, and they’d
end up losing it. That was the ultimate nightmare scenario and Alexis knew she
couldn’t let that happen.

They’d had some hired help before.

Maria.

They’d had to let her go when they couldn’t afford to pay
her, but now Alexis found herself looking up her phone number so she could get
in touch with her again. Not immediately, but soon.

She needed to start looking for a job, and if she found one,
she would need Maria to pop in and make sure her mother had something to eat at
lunchtime, and just keep an eye on her for a couple of hours, on a much more
part time basis than what she was doing last time. Perhaps she’d work with the
promise of payment in a month’s time after Alexis got her pay from work
through. Maria was a nice woman; she might very well do that.

Alexis huffed and pushed the thoughts to one side. All her
ideas were resting on the fact that she would even
get
a job.

The job market was nearly impossible these days. Hundreds of
people were unemployed in her neighborhood alone.

Her ultimate career plan after graduating had been to land
herself a job at one of the top investment companies in New York, but
realistically she knew that no one would be willing to hire a college student
fresh out of school with hardly any real life finance experience, especially
one who couldn’t even manage to keep their
own
finances intact, let
alone anyone else’s.

Her grades were second to none though and always had been.
She was a smart girl and very intelligent. Everyone had always told her that so
eventually she’d started to believe it, even though she’d always felt pretty
ordinary to herself. Maybe that would help in some way. If she could just get
herself a couple of interviews, she felt a little more confident that she could
go in there and talk to the people and impress them somehow.

She would have to at least try anyway. This couldn’t go on
for much longer. Eventually they would just run out of money.

That night, after her mother had gone to sleep at her usual
early time of eight thirty, Alexis was finally able to somewhat relax and get a
small amount of time for herself. She hadn’t gone out that day like her mother
had suggested. She only really went out to get the shopping in from the store.
She didn’t have a social life anymore, particularly.

She got onto the computer and sat down in front of the
television with it on her lap, and a glass of wine in one hand as she searched
through various different companies online. She came up with a list of those
that looked the most interesting and those she could imagine herself working
for.

Then she went through them and sent off her resume along
with what she hoped was an enticing and enthusiastic cover letter and a nice
photograph of herself smiling, hopefully to show that she was a kind and
affable person and easy to get on with. She hesitated on the ‘Send’ button for
a long while, wondering whether she had done her best or whether there was
anything she had missed off, then she finally hit it and the letter and resume
was dispatched to eight different companies.

It wasn’t that many, but it had taken her a good three hours
to do all of that, and by that time she was exhausted both physically and
mentally. The long days taking care of her mother really took it out of her,
and more often than not she found herself in bed by ten most evenings.

That night was no exception and she fell asleep thinking
about the e-mails she’d sent off and wondering whether anyone would reply to
her, hoping and praying that they would.

Every morning was the same as the last in Alexis’ life. In
fact, every day was pretty much the same as the last.

She would get up at around 7am and go to check on her
mother. She would offer to assist her to the bathroom, and help where it was
needed.

Then she’d get her back into bed and go make her some
breakfast. She’d sit and help her eat it. Then take the dishes downstairs and
wash them up.

The rest of the mornings she had to herself, but that was
normally when she went out to do the shopping if they needed it, or clean and
tidy the house a little if they didn’t. And soon enough, it would be lunchtime
and she’d need to prepare something for her mother again, as well as go to
check on her often to ask whether she needed any help with the bathroom, or
with washing, or a drink, or some pain relief.

That morning shouldn’t have been any different to any other
morning, except it was.

That morning, Alexis woke with a jolt of excitement and had
a spring in her step as she ran downstairs to log on to the laptop and see if
anyone had replied to her e-mails, a small, nervous excited smile on her face.

It was a smile that soon dropped when she realized that no
one had.

Then she glanced at the time and tried to reason with
herself. She’d sent the messages late last night after all the offices were
closed, and now it was far too early for anyone to be in yet. The chances were,
no one had even checked their e-mails or had chance to look at her resume yet.
There was still plenty of time.

Relaxing a bit at that, she carried on with her normal
morning duties, putting the laptop away and trying to push it out of her mind
for a few hours while she got on with things.

“How you feeling this morning, mom?” She asked as she pushed
open the door and carried in the tray with some toast, eggs, coffee and orange
juice on. It was the same question she asked her every morning and as usual she
got the same response.

“So so…”

“That’s good.” She gave her an overly enthusiastic – but
very forced – smile, and sat down gently on the edge of the bed.

Her mother was already sat up and waiting for breakfast, a
pillow propped behind her back. That was at least a good sign that she felt a
slight improvement. Some mornings she couldn’t do that.

“Do you need some painkillers?”

“Please.”

She cracked open the boiled egg for her. “I made soldiers
for you to dip in. Like you used to do for me when I was a kid.”

“I remember…” She smiled. “You’re a good girl, Alexis.”

“I try my best.”

“Did you go out yesterday?”

She shook her head.

“You should go out today.”

“I will be doing. We need some more food…”

“I didn’t mean to the store…”

“Well I don’t really have anywhere else to go, Mom. Or
anyone to go out
with.
”

“What about your friends from college? You need to stay in
touch with them otherwise they’ll move on with their lives without you…”

They already
have
moved on with their lives, Alexis
felt like saying, but she didn’t want her mother to feel bad, or feel as though
it was her fault in anyway. She couldn’t help being sick. It’s just…since her
health started failing Alexis had lost touch with the people she was friendly
with in college and had become increasingly isolated, staying at home all the
time and only going out to get food for them both.

Still, as she was wandering around Wal-Mart later that
morning, trying to find the best deals possible to save them money where she
could, her mind wandered to what her mother had said and she began to think
about what her old friends were up to these days and considering ringing one of
them up to check in.

She paid for her shopping then drove back home, unloading it
all into the fridge, freezer and cupboards before sitting down and scrolling
through her phone, hesitating over it.

Her closest friend at college had been Chelsea.

She bit her lip slightly as she found her number, then
pressed call and held the phone to her ear.

It had been about six months. That wasn’t
too
long.
Maybe they could meet up and go for a coffee sometime. It wouldn’t take that
long if she went in the afternoon and she could still be back to make her
mother’s dinner. Maybe she
could
fit a social life into her draining
schedule.

“Hello,” the phone was picked up on the other end and she
recognized Chelsea’s cheerful, singsong voice immediately.

“Chelsea, hi…it’s Alexis.”

There was a slight pause as if the name was taking a moment
to register. It wouldn’t really surprise her if Chelsea couldn’t remember her.
They’d been friendly, but never best friends or anything. Alexis hadn’t really
made any best friends.

“Alexis, wow, oh my gosh, I haven’t heard from you in ages.”

“I know, sorry…I’m terrible at keeping in touch.”

“Oh goodness, don’t worry, so am I, I’m awful.”

“Have you kept in touch with anyone from college?”

“Nope. None at all! Have you?”

“No…So uh...what are you up to these days?”

“Oh not much,” she answered casually.

Alexis thought that meant she was potentially available to
meet up, so went straight in with the next question. “Oh me neither…maybe we
could hook up sometime and catch up.”

“Yeah, that’d be nice,” said Chelsea. “When were you
thinking?”

“I don’t know really. I’m basically free most of the time.
In between sort of…9 and 12…then 2 and 5...” That might change of course, if
she got a job, which she was hoping she would do. “How about you?”

“Well, I work six days a week and then I’m pretty busy in
the evenings with my fiancé so it’s difficult…”

Alexis frowned. That didn’t exactly sound like ‘not much’ to
her.

“…We’re planning our wedding,” Chelsea was still talking,
and getting quite excited about it too. It was obviously a subject she was
pretty passionate over. “I was thinking summer but he really wants fall.”

“Wow, I…I didn’t know you were engaged.”

“Yeah, gosh, he’s amazing, I’ll tell you all about him if we
can find a time to meet up. Can I get back to you in about ten days?”

“Uh…yeah, sure…”

“Perfect. I’ll pencil that in the diary so I don’t forget.
One second…”

Alexis heard some shuffling around on the other end of the
phone.

“OK. Done. I’ll call you on the 22
^nd
at about
this same time, okay?”

Alexis felt a tiny pang of jealousy over Chelsea and her
perfect, hectic, busy life, with her diary and her fiancé and her six days a
week job. She probably had a lot more money than Alexis and her mom had.
And
she managed to have a boyfriend and pencil in her old acquaintances for
coffee.

“Yeah, that’s okay,” she mumbled.

“Great, sweetie, I’ve got to dash, got to get back to work.
Have a great day.”

“You too.”

And that was that.

Alexis wondered whether Chelsea actually would ring her in
ten days’ time. She kind of wanted someone to go for coffee with
now
or
at least in the next couple of days, not ages and ages away.

She really hoped she’d have a job by then anyway.

Everyone seemed to be moving on and getting on with their
lives and doing well except for her. She was just…stuck. And broke.

With a heavy sigh, she made some lunch for her mother and
took it up to her, then sat downstairs again and pulled over the laptop,
logging on to check her e-mail.

She was trying her best not to get her hopes up. Although
she really, really wanted a job…
needed
a job, she knew she’d most likely
probably just end up disappointed, so there was no point getting all excited
about it.

After telling herself that and expecting nothing, her heart
skipped a beat and nearly jumped out of her chest when she saw that she had, in
fact, had a reply.

It was only one reply, but it was a reply, and it was from
one of the companies she had her eye on from the start. Briar Finance Inc.

Ran by the handsome billionaire Briar brothers, it was one
of the top companies in NYC and would definitely look good on her resume for
future jobs if she managed to land some kind of placement there. She wasn’t
hoping for much. In fact, it was probably a rejection e-mail, she told herself
as she clicked on it, telling her she was under qualified to work there.

But as she scanned her eyes through the words in disbelief,
she realized it was quite the opposite. They were inviting her for an
interview. An interview!

She gave a squeal of excitement, then dashed upstairs to
tell her mother.

“Mom, Mom, I got an interview!”

She’d told her about the e-mails that morning, so to have
heard back from someone so quickly and to be asked for an interview at that was
really promising.

Her mom was overjoyed and even managed to sit up in bed and
throw her arms around her, hugging her weakly and her eyes welling up a little.

“I knew you would, sweetheart. Such a bright girl…they can’t
resist you.”

“Well, I haven’t got the job yet, mom, let’s not go
celebrating too soon.”

“Oh, don’t talk like that. You go in with confidence and
charm and you’ll get it, don’t you worry.”

But Alexis
was
worried, and it was difficult to keep
her calm as the day of the interview soon approached.