SinclairI had just gotten back from work, a single foot inside my apartment when my phone rang. I dug it out the inner pocket of my suit jacket. “Hello.” “Am I speaking to Sinclair Donovan-Wells?”“Yes. Who’s this?” “I’m calling about Miss Albright, she’s been involved in an accident and you are…”The woman’s words trailed off. Blood rushed out of my head and I felt dizzy and unsteady. “Where? Where’s she?” I managed to ask through the lump in my throat. I was already jumping into the elevator and stabbing the button for the ground floor repeatedly by the time the woman began to rattle off the location. “Thanks.” I said and hung up. The drive over was one big blur, I must have run several red lights in my rush to the hospital. All I could think was that London was lying in a bed, hurt and she needed me. She had to be okay. She had to be. I should never have wasted so much time running around my feelings for her. I should never have even let her walk away from me, from us back
One month laterLondon“What if this doesn’t work?” I wrung my hands nervously. Cath rolled her eyes. “You’re the one that came up with this ridiculous plan.” I glared at her. “Hey! You’re the one who started the whole twin switch trend.” “Gabriel thinks this is stupid too.” She pointed out. I huffed. “I can’t believe you even told Gabriel. This was supposed to be between us.” “I’m not going to rub myself over Sinclair without my boyfriend knowing.” She said. “You should just go be Gabriel’s twin then. Ugh, isn’t there like a sacred twin code or something.” She shrugged. “I’m confused about what you’re trying to do here exactly, Lon. Isn’t Sin like so head over heels in love with you that he has a tunnel vision for you.” “Well, but what if?” I whined. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. Sin and I were okay, everything was perfect, and yet… yet I couldn’t shake the feeling that he could just love my sister as easily again. I knew it was just my insecurities rearing their ugl
London "I need you." Three words. Eight letters. Three little words that when uttered by the right person, had the power to drag me across the planet. The right person in this case was my twin sister Cathleen. We had been close once upon a time. Those words had been tossed out at any slight inconvenience. Back then when we were still a unit. I hadn't heard those words from her in years. And why would I? What would successful, beautiful, straight-laced, independent, has-her-shit-together Cathleen Albright ever need me for? "I'm not sure this is a good idea." I sighed into the phone after listening to my sister explain how she had had to make an emergency business trip but also had to be present for an important dinner with some friends. "We haven't done a twin switch in years. Nobody will believe it." I heard her clacking away on her laptop. "We're spitting images of each other. Identical twins. You do remember that, right?" I bit back my retort. I didn't want to fight wit
London"Hello.""Hello to you too, sister." I whisper yelled. "Lon?" "Do you know where I am at the moment, Cath?""You should be in your own bed. Cut the drama. Why are you calling me? I'm busy."I gritted my teeth to keep back the loud tirade that was threatening to burst out. I had told my new fiance that I needed to use the bathroom and had locked myself in here to make this very illicit call to his real fiancee. "Congratulations. You're engaged.""Excuse me.""Congratu-""No I heard you the first time. I'm just wondering what exactly you mean by that.""Being engaged means that-""London. Cut the sarcasm." It was the first time I had heard any form of emotion in my sister's voice in a while and boy, was she pissed. "Anything for you sister dear. I didn't think 'it's simple really, it won't take more than an hour of your night' will involve me walking into a candle lit restaurant and getting proposed to by some guy and then getting guilt tripped and brow beaten into a fucking p
SinclairSomething was wrong.I didn't know exactly what it was but I just knew something was really, really wrong. The feeling had started as soon as Cathleen had said yes to marrying me. I had thought that maybe it was just nerves about taking this big step, but no that wasn't it. I had to wonder if I was making a mistake. Was it too soon? We had been together for over a year and this was the next logical step. Cathleen had never talked about starting a family and maybe that was something I should have brought up before proposing, but I wasn't even sure I wanted to start a family. I didn't know what kind of father I'd make. Mine had been an asshole. I didn't have any blue print on what a good father was supposed to look like. Cathleen and I were perfect in every way. We just seemed to slide together like well lubricated wheels in a machine. She understood me and I got her too. We were both busy and driven people and never made demands on each other's times. It had worked perfectly
I was a fool.A goddamn moron.That was the only reason I would be flirting with my sister's fiance and enjoying the hell out of it. I was naturally flirty, something that had put me in trouble more times than I could remember. It was just rare or more accurately had never happened before, that I got to flirt with someone as hot as Sin -quite literally- and have him flirt back in kind while looking at me like he was two seconds away from tearing my clothes off and taking me on the couch, the bed be damned. I was leading him on and I knew it was wrong. There was no way, no way on planet Earth that I was going to have sex with Sin. One of the unspoken rules of sisterhood was that you do not by any chance, mistake or error sleep with your sister's partner. It didn't even matter that Cath had said it was okay, which up till now still baffled me, I was sure she would eventually come to her senses and then family dinners will get way more rife with tension than they already were or worse
She was already in bed, sheets pulled up to her chin when I walked back into the room. The single bedside lamp at my side of the bed bathed the room in muted golden light. Cathleen's big eyes stared up at me from the bed, wide and curious.I hid my grin. She didn't realize how cute she was and I was sure she'd stab me in the throat if I ever said it.I slipped under the covers beside her, ignoring how she tensed as soon as I was situated beside her. I had no plans of mauling her, not now at least and not without her permission, so she had nothing to be afraid of. She was skittish as hell and I didn't know why.I turned off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness. I heard her suck in a breath."So, uh, goodnight." She whispered.In o
LondonI came awake to the smell of something heavenly. I opened my eyes slowly, startled for a second about my unfamiliar surroundings before I remembered the events of the past day. I sat up and stretched feeling well rested for the first time in a long time. Late shifts at the diner and early mornings walking dogs didn't mix well, throw in an apartment with paper thin walls and neighbors coming in and out at all hours of the day and it made for a lot of nights with barely four hours of sleep. Also, my apartment bed was shit compared to the quality of this one. I refused to admit that I was disappointed about waking up alone. When Sin had practically thrown me on top of him last night, I had been immediately on high alert, wondering how and if I was going to be able to fend off any sexual advances.Turned out, I had had nothing to worry about. He hadn't even tried to resume our kissing session from earlier. And no, I wasn't also disappointed about that. The fact that last night's