Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
“I apologize if you feel I’ve brought you here under false pretences,” he says, shooting a glance at the make-up kit on the floor. “The fact is that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since we met yesterday. I had to see you again. I hope you can forgive me for the white lie,” he says sincerely.
He wants to see me? Color rushes to my cheeks.
“Of course,” I manage, not recognizing my own voice. “I mean, I-I don’t mind,” comes my ridiculous stammer. I don’t tell him it’s what I’d been hoping this was going to be. But since he’s being honest, I feel like I need to come clean as well. Because my secret’s too important. I can’t have sex with him again without him knowing that I used to date his twin brother! He takes another step forward and takes my hard, sending butterflies erupting in a flutter in my belly.
“Dylan, wait,” I whisper. “I have to tell you something.” He smiles down at me encouragingly, waiting for me to go on. “I - the reason I recognized you yesterday - I mean - the person I thought you were - was your brother, Ricky,” I manage, stumbling over my words.
Oh no, I’ve got his attention now. His smile wavers, and I see a flicker of confusion in the blue of his eyes as he stares down at me. It’s now or never. He needs to know and I take a deep breath before meeting his gaze.
“Ricky and I used to date. For about a month. We only just broke up. In fact, we broke up the day before yesterday. The day before I met you. That’s why I was so startled to see you come into the make-up room - Ricky had mentioned once, in passing, that he had an identical twin brother, but he never told me your name or anything about you.” My words come out choppy and choked, but at least they’re out. They hang in the air between us and I have a momentary panic attack. Oh god. Is he going to throw me out of his office? What if he never wants to see me again? What if he thinks I’m a whore?
But instead, Dylan takes my hand.
“Oh really?” he growls with a wry smile, one eyebrow raised. “So you used to date my twin? Somehow, I’m not surprised.”
What? What does that mean? The CEO’s managed to take me by surprise. But I’m so relieved that the words are out … and the real story can begin.
6
Dylan
The poor girl’s trembling like a leaf, her eyes wide with shock.
“I’m sorry?” she whispers, her voice dry. “You expected this?”
I laugh a little.
“Well, no. I didn’t you expect to date my twin. I’m just surprised he mentioned me at all. Ricky isn’t exactly a family-oriented guy,” I say with a wry smile. “He’s into his own life, and sometimes I think he wishes he weren’t a Masterson.” I turn for a moment to grab something off my desk, and when I turn back, Fiona’s beautiful, innocent face is a mask of worry and sadness. Immediately I regret turning my back on her, and right then and there I vow to never do it again for the rest of my life. Because that’s where I see this goddess - projected into the future, by my side. It’s irrational and whimsical, but anyone who knows me knows that those are not adjectives that suit me. This must be real.
Any feeling of reproach I may have felt towards her melts away. Because yeah, I wish she’d told me before we had sex, but then again, I didn’t exactly give her a chance what with my heavy-handed ways. Plus, it’s less than twenty-four hours later, and the curvy girl is fessing up.
She nods with tears in her eyes.
“I’m so sorry, Dylan, I - I should have told you yesterday,” she says nervously, and I can see how sincere she is. Somehow her flushed cheeks and her trembling hands make her look even more irresistible.
“Naw, it’s my fault,” I growl. “I didn't exactly give you a chance to.” This makes her smile and avert her eyes shyly. Fiona’s huge tits are heaving with emotion, stretching the thin material of her dainty blouse, and I take the rest of her in. The high-waisted skirt she’s wearing is incredibly flattering, hugging her wide hips and pinching in at her soft belly to make her waist look smaller than I recall. I have the sudden urge to fuck her from behind as I hold her down by that small waist, letting my pelvis jiggle her huge ass cheeks as I drill her tight little hole, pushing my cock in and, out over and over again.
My lust must be showing, because Fiona’s eyes go to my crotch and then hurriedly back up at my face - and I can see my own need reflected in her eyes. Without realizing, my cock has grown hard, outlined in the soft material of my suit trousers. I shift it uncomfortably with one hand as I keep my eyes on her, not smiling anymore, but clenching my jaw to hold myself in check. I don’t want to freak her out by listening to the beast within - clearly she's already feeling a little strange from the bizarre situation. After all, who dates one twin one day, and the other twin the next? But so be it. It’s a strange world we live in, and I’ve learned to roll with it.