Caught Between the twin ceo

Sydney POV

They say that the calmest waters birth the most tretarous storms. We live life blindly and never seem to realize when our worlds will be flipped on their axis and everything changes.

But like every good fantasy, it started with passion. I had passion for dancing but not in the manner I was doing it.

I didn't like being touched when dancing, it was something I detested.

The music washed through me as I kept swinging my body to the beat of it. I ran my hand over my sides feeling every dip and curve as I allowed myself to get lost in the rhythm.

I chose one of the friendly faces in the audience and locked my eyes with him. I did it every night to have someone to focus my attention on.

He was a fine specimen, I could see from the dimmed light that he had brown hair with green eyes, and with the intensity of his gaze I had to admit I felt a warmth come over my body.

He was looking at me like he couldn't keep his eyes off me.

"Look here, pretty lady," I heard Jim, a regular voice I hated, say and I cursed myself internally. Everyone knew he was a pervert.

I hated the sound of his voice, he was always here, it made me angry but I couldn't do anything but listen to voices that I had to grow accustomed to.

"I was blown away by your performance," The manager said to me immediately after I left the stage.

I was tired too to have any chit chat.

I could have conversations with him because he was cool and he had been friendly to her since I started dancing here.

"Thanks, Sir" I would have said his name but I didn't think we had gotten to the stage where we are on a first-name basis.

"Somebody here wants to meet you," He said and left me standing there.

I didn't want to see anybody, just wanted my pay so I could go home and start looking for offers.

"Can I sit with you" The brown-haired man from earlier was here talking to me.

I didn't want to talk to him or was he here because I had been looking at him throughout the performance.

"I was already leaving, look for somewhere to sit" I didn't like encouraging the customers that were in the club.

I wasn't going to be here forever, there was no need to make acquaintances with them.

"I asked your manager if it was okay to talk to you about spending the night with me" He was looking at me.

He was blunt and I like that in a man but I wasn't feeling him and my feet hurt.

I needed to be home if I would be able to dance tomorrow.

"I am not the only stripper here, go away and get you another person that would want to spend the night with you" I wasn't interested in spending the night with anyone but just myself.

He didn't look like she was going to win the battle of chasing him away.

"You need to leave me alone Mister" I didn't want to be attached to anybody.

I was still here because I needed my money.

"Can I stay here with you till you want to leave?" he asked politely

I didn't have anything to lose, he wanted to stay here, and I didn't have any issues with that.

I couldn't look at him because I might want to look at his handsome face but I wasn't ready to make him aware of that.

"What do you want to do while waiting," he asked.

I looked at him, I had this mischievous idea that I had always wanted to share with a stranger, and he was giving me an open invitation to do what I wanted to do.

I would gladly put the idea into the plan.

"I would like to play a game, A game that would involve you and drinking a lot of drink, I hope you can hold your liquor well," I asked looking at him with an encouraging smile on my face.

I wasn't that nice but I would be if he agreed to do this with me.

He looked at me like he might be interested in what I was saying but he was still unsure of how the game was going to be looking like.

"I can hold my liquor, Thank you very much," he said after the thoughts I could see on his face dispelled.

Going home was looking like a faraway plan now because of how he kept on drinking because he chose not to answer the question.

I could do this for more hours.

"Sorry to interrupt, this is your pay for the night," The manager told me, I was concentrating on him that I didn't know the stage performances for the night were over.

This was my cue to go home, there was a part of me that wanted to rush home immediately so I could keep sending emails to companies I saw in the newspaper.

But I wanted to be here because he might look like an angel but I wanted to just be seen with a man who I wouldn't be ordinarily seen with.

I was just enjoying his laughter and how his eyes twitched when he takes another shot, I didn't want him taking tequila but he decided that he could hold his liquor,who was I to object to what he wanted.

He was standing up.

I looked at him, he was struggling, it looked like he was about to fall off his chair, I couldn't help myself when I started laughing.

"I told you could hold your liquor"

"I didn't know you were going to ask me to keep pumping it"

We both started laughing and I reached out to hold him and help him up.

And in that moment as I stared into his eyes I saw a spark, one that told me that the night had just begun and it was one I would definitely not forget.

Sydney POV

"I need to go," He said still trying to get hold of himself.

I couldn't allow him to go anywhere without my help, he might be all macho about not needing help but from the look of it, I had to take him to where he was going.

It was 2 am, and if anything were to happen to him, it would be her fault because she kept on asking him questions that he would be comfortable answering.

"I am so sorry I allowed this go too far," I told him

I might have had a lot of fun playing the game but I didn't think of the repercussions.

"I would take you anywhere you would be willing to go," I told him.

He looked at me and started laughing, which only worried me more as I stared at his unfocused eyes.

"Then take me to my hotel room, That's where I want to be now," He said and allowed himself to relax on my arms

"My GPS will give you the directions to the hotel," He said and relaxed in the car.

I had never been in this type of car before but I could drive because my father made sure that I learned it as a basic skill growing up.

"What direction should we go" "Hey" I touched him gently

He pointed at a door down the hall and I led him in that direction, noticing that he seemed to be leaning on me more and more the further we walked. We got to the door and I looked at him expectantly. "Keycard?"

"In my front pocket." He gave her an interesting look. "Don't suppose I could convince you to reach in and get it for me?"

Good lord, was he flirting with me?? The man must have been truly plastered. "That's very sweet," I told him. "But get your card." "Can't blame a man for trying," he murmured.

"You're drunk," I told him. "You wouldn't hit on me sober."

I didn't know why I said that but that was what I knew

"Just because I'm drunk doesn't mean I don't have taste," he told her. But he fished his keycard out of one pocket, winked at me, and then slid it across the scanner.

The door chimed open and he pulled his arm off my shoulders, leaving me feeling oddly bereft. "Want to come in for a moment?"

I hesitated. going into a strange man's hotel room at three in the morning? Probably a bad idea. "I really shouldn't."

"Just for a bit? I could use the company."

I waited on his doorstep a moment longer. I wasn't thrilled about heading into the dark, late at night by my lonesome, and I had always wanted to see a penthouse. And he looked harmless. he wouldn't attack me. . . no matter how much I might wish it. "Just for a minute," I cautioned him. "And then I should get going."

"You want a drink?" he asked, stepping into the suite. "I'm sure I have a minibar around here somewhere." he looked around the penthouse like he didn't know where things were around here.

I followed him in, closing the door, I tried not to stare at his hotel room.

The beige carpet was thick underneath my shoes and the furniture was shiny and new. Art-real art, not ugly hotel prints hung on the walls, illuminated by their spotlights. A pair of sliding doors led off to another "wing" of his suite, and as I stepped into the living room, I chuckled. "Is that a piano?"

"A baby grand for all of your hotel needs," he agreed, approaching with two small bottles of alcohol in hand. "I have never gotten to a hotel room and thought, damn it, where is a piano when you need one, but someone does." I laughed again and refused the drink he offered me," No thanks."

"You're not driving back," he cajoled. "I insist on a cab this late. And I'd be a sad sack if I was a lonely drunk. With you here, I'm not quite so lonely."

He kept on blabbing but I was interested in the suites, it was very lovely.

I couldn't help myself but keep staring at the paintings on the wall.

His words warmed me a bit, and I took the tiny bottle of Patron from him, twisting the tiny cap off. He did the same and held his bottle out to me in a toast. "Bottoms up," I told him, and then sipped it. The alcohol had a delicious burn to it. I continued to sip it, wandering around the room. "How much does a place like this cost a night?"

I asked because I was always curious about things that I couldn't understand.

"You don't want to know," he told her. "I'm not even sure I know. An assistant handled it for me."

I headed through the living room-his freaking hotel room was a mess of rooms-and peered out to the balcony. "Oh, wow. This is huge."

"Shall we go out?" He opened the door and asked. I didn't know what it was about this man but there was just something about him that brought me a sense of peace. And I didn't want it to go away.

Sydney POV

Even though I was a bit tired and I knew He should head to bed, I went out on the balcony anyhow, because when was I going to ever do this again?

I didn't have the opportunity to always be in places like this.

The balcony had marble tile, and elegantly maintained potted plants dotted along the railing, interspersed with heavy wooden furniture. The city looked vast from here, and she stared at the view in awe. "This is beautiful ."

"Isn't it?" He smiled out at the buildings, his brown hair ruffling in the night breeze. He moved to stand beside me, his presence warm. "I have to admit I asked for this room simply because of the balcony."

"I don't blame you. This place looks big enough for a party."

"Kind of sad that it's just me in the room ." His tone was melancholy, and her heart twinged again.

I lifted the tiny bottle of Patron back to my lips and drained the entire thing in one fell swoop, my head began to buzz.

He gazed out at the night sky for a moment before turning back to look at me.

"None of this was your fault."

I was the one that made him drink so much because of the dare, now he couldn't say anything without her feeling bad that she made him this way.

I knew he was being modest, but I still told him, and crossed my arms under my breasts, tucking them close to stay warm. My thin shirt wasn't exactly made for evenings outside.

I had to change because I couldn't be outside in my stripper cloth, it was part of my life that was shaded from the outside world and I was going to keep it that way.

My hair was blowing into my face, and I impatiently pushed it aside, thinking. What could I possibly say to him that wouldn't sound stupid? Did I notice you all night? Yes but he didn't need to know that.

"It's funny," He said, stepping closer to me. His hair blew in the breeze and for a moment, he looked like a fallen angel in the shadows. "Tonight, when I saw you dancing, I almost called my assistant to tell him how happy I was that he got me the ticket to be there," He said

He was still looking at me like he wanted to say more than this, I was intrigued to know what was going on in his mind but I didn't want to rush him.

My brows drew together. Huh? "I think you're very drunk" He didn't want to say anything but I knew he had many things to say.

Maybe this was going to encourage him.

"I'm drunk," he agreed. "Because I'd never say this otherwise. But you're utterly, insanely sexy and I've been completely attracted to you since the moment I saw you, even when I know I shouldn't be. And here I am, up on the balcony in the middle of the night after what has been a miserable experience, because you kept on asking me questions that I wasn't going to answer and I kept drinking, all I can think is that I'm not all that miserable, because I like watching you."His fingers reached out and brushed a lock of hair off her forehead, tucked it gently behind her ear.

"And it makes me wish I was one of those guys that didn't give a shit about anyone but themselves, because I'd ask you to stay the night with me."

I didn't know how to answer this but he looked really sincere as he was saying all of this to her one thing I had gotten to understand was that words spoken when drunk was all a lie.

My eyes widened.

His fingers traced the curve of my ear, sending shivers down my spine. He wasn't moving away. His speech wasn't slurred. He . . . couldn't be that drunk, could he? To be propositioning? "W-what do you mean, stay the night with you?"

"It's late and you're gorgeous," he said bluntly, cupping her cheek in his hand. "And I'm wondering if we should both live a little. Have an incredibly intense one-night stand and not think about it in the morning. What do you say?"

I didn't know if this was the drink talking or him, he looked like he had a lot of one night stands but for me this was surprisingly new.

I stared up at his handsome face as I contemplated his words. His fingers were warm on my skin, his touch making my every nerve ending sit up and pay attention.

I wanted to say yes. It had been years since I had dated anyone.

The last man I had cared for wasn't worth it, to the point that I hadn't wanted to date again after him.

But tonight . . . wouldn't it be nice to have a torrid fling with a man who wanted me for me, Scratch the itch for sex that desperately needed scratching?

Especially with this handsome browned haired man, who seemed to embody everything I liked in a man?

And maybe in a different world I would have allowed him to bend me over his piano and have his way with me. But unfortunately I wasn't that kind of girl.