One Shots

The Amari Brothers (MxFxM)

*Twin brothers, BDSM, female guard*

She looked down the hall and found that, once again, she was alone outside of the brothers' offices after Julians' 5:30 appointment left. The doors were side by side meaning everything was flipped: Julian's desk was to the right of his door while Augustus' desk was to the left of his own door.

This made it so that Camilla could stand between the doors to better protect the brothers. She was their bodyguard, had been for almost three years now and she'd already proven her loyalty and defensive skills more than once to the brothers.

The brothers had no doubt they were in capable hands after seeing her hand-to-hand combat and sharpshooting skills. She was their personal assassin and ninja and no one dared come close without her approval.

She was fierce in her job and insisted on being at their side every waking hour. The three shared their meals daily, though she insisted she sat a few tables away so as not to impose. She didn't leave their side until they were tucked away in the safety of their penthouse apartment with a guard at the door. Then, and only then, did she leave for her apartment, which was only five minutes away from the boys' building. The twins never minded the closeness, though.

Camilla was nice to look at and though she was short and barely came up to their chests, she packed a hell of a punch, and no one fucked with her.

"Are you ready, Cami," Julian asked as he came out of his office first.

Every time Camilla had set eyes on the brothers she all but lost every sense in her body. They were gorgeous men of Syrian descent with tanned skin, heads of short luscious black hair, eyes that were the color of Caribbean waters, plump pink lips, small straight noses, and jaws so sharp she swore on more than one occasion they would cut her if she got too close.

She had worked for the brothers for three years as of today and although she was in love with them, she figured it would focus her on the task at hand if it ever arose again. She had killed for the Amari brothers and she would die for the Amari brothers, no doubt in her mind.

"I am. Is Gus ready," she asked as she looked into Julian's teal colored eyes. She was nearly breathless as she tried to peel her eyes away. They were hypnotizing pools of jewels, she affectionately called them and they never ceased to amaze her.

He nodded down at Camilla, "I texted him and told him to hurry up. You know how he is with finishing up his paperwork though," he said with a shrug and a small smile.

She cleared her throat against her balled-up fist, "So, where to tonight, boss?"

He smiled brightly, "That little Italian restaurant on Rachel avenue. You remember the one?"

She nodded with her own smile, "That's where we had my interview. Any particular reason for the nostalgia-inducing return?"

He pulled his plump bottom lip between his teeth to hide his grin, "I think Gus wants to be there when we tell you."

She quirked an eyebrow, "You've got me worried now, Jules. What is it? You know I don't like secrets or surprises," she said sternly with her tiny hands on her hips.

Julian couldn't help but chuckle at the feisty Latina with her long brown hair pulled into a tight bun, her chocolate brown eyes framed with long dark lashes and her full, pouty pink lips. She was wearing a tight black v-neck shirt that showed the tops of her ample cleavage and a pair of tight straight-leg jeans that hugged her plump hips and rounded backside. He couldn't help but also notice the gun in the waistband at the back of her jeans and the thigh strap that held a knife just on the outer right thigh.