AdaI moan his name as he shifts his attention to the other breast, and my fingers curl in his hair.Max circles his tongue around my nipples before flicking the nub with the tip of his tongue. My nipples have always been sensitive, and desire pools between my legs with every flick of his tongue. He then gently sucks the fleshy part of my breasts into his mouth before sinking his teeth into them. “So perfect,” he murmurs against my skin. He kisses his way down the curve of my belly, taking his time while I squirm under his touch. It feels like my whole body is on fire and by God, I never thought that I would get to this point. That I would feel this way. That being with him so intimately would be the answer to so many of my problems. It’s so freeing. So amazing. I’ve never felt this adored in all my life. When he reaches my center, he places a kiss to my mound before giving me a mischievous look. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of my panties and pulls them down my legs. He t
MaximilianI wake up to the feel of Naomi shifting against me, and my eyes open. The room is dimly lit because of how thick the curtains are, which is the way I’ve always liked it. I hate waking up to the sun on my face. I prefer to be introduced to the day ahead on my own terms. And this right here is a good way.I’m hard. I’m pressed right against her ass and immediately think about doing devious things to her. Last night was…I don’t even have the damn words for it. It was everything I thought it would be. More. Her scent is all around me like a heavenly cloud, and I want to draw it deeply into my lungs and keep it there for the rest of my life. I move my hand to her waist before venturing lower and settling it over her hip. She shifts again, and I know she’s awake. I press her against my length before kissing the back of her neck. Her sweet smell of vanilla clouds my senses. I love how she fucking smells. “Good morning, angel,” I say against her skin, moving my hand to my cock.
AdaThe whole of Sunday is hell for me. I want to tell him. I want to tell him the truth so damn badly. The trip has come to an end and I haven’t uttered a word about it. Max asked me to be his girlfriend. How amazing is that? I never thought he’d ask such a thing. I never planned for things to get this far even though I myself knew I wanted him. That I couldn’t stay away so easily. But now things have gone too far and I’ve missed the chance to make things right without causing any scars. There are times when I find myself thinking that he won’t be upset. He’ll understand. Max loves me, and I love him, and together we can make this work. Isn’t that what he told me? Other times, I’m sure that my confession will ruin what we have, and I’m afraid of that happening. I want so badly to get it done and over with. But with every kiss and every touch, things get more and more complicated. Even now, in the car, I have a perfect chance to tell him. But his hand is resting on my thigh and h
Maximilian I call Rebecca again. She answers on the first ring. "I'm in the city," I inform her. "What was it that you wanted to tell me? What do I need to pick up?""Is she out of the car?"I frown. "What, who?""Naomi.""Uh, yeah, she is...why? Why do you ask?""I need you to come home, Max."I pause. Her tone is solemn and my sister rarely sounds this serious. "Rebecca, what's going on?""Please," she says. "Just come on home. I promise you that I'll explain everything.""Why does it matter if she's in the car or not?"Rebecca sighs. "I just didn't want her to hear this, okay? It's personal.""Okay," I say uncertainly. "I'm on my way."She ends the call. I stare at my phone for a few beats before throwing it on the empty passenger's seat. Strange. I can't say that I'm not curious to find out what the hell she's talking about. I briefly wonder if it has anything to do with the guy she's seeing. Now, I know it isn't good to have opinions about other people's lives. Rebecca is my s
Ada In the morning, I wake up with a horrible feeling in my gut. I won't even begin trying to figure out why that is because there's a reason for it, and I know that. Today is the day. It has arrived. I'm going to tell Max the truth and there's nothing that can stop me. Only myself. And I won't do that because I'm tired of living like this. I'm tired. I get ready and make it to the kitchen to have at least a cup of coffee before I go about my day. I don't want to do this on an empty stomach. When I get to the living room, the horrible feeling stirring in me worsens because I see an envelope on the floor near the door. Another one? I walk toward it slowly, almost like I'm afraid that it'll jump up and hurt me in some way. I pick up the envelope and carry it to the kitchen. I open it and sure enough, there's a note inside. It's similar to the one I got the other night and I just scrunch it up in hand and toss the damned thing in the bin. What the hell is this?Wes has crossed th
Ada“I know it’s hard to believe,” I tell him, “but it’s the truth. I came in this house with a fake identity because I wanted to find evidence against him. To prove what he did to my family.”Max is quiet for the longest time. I guess it’s safe to say that he’s speechless. I try to think of something else to add to this, but so far, he doesn’t look convinced. In fact, he looks angrier than he did a few seconds ago.“This…” he begins before trailing off. He averts his gaze and pinches the bridge of his nose. Then, he goes completely silent. “Say something,” I plead after a minute has passed. I know because I’m counting the seconds before he says something. “Please.”His eyes are hard as they land on me once more. “What could I possibly say to this?”“Tell me you believe me,” I claim. A humorless chuckle leaves his lips and he places his hands on his face. “Believe you? This is your way of trying to reason with me? Making up lies about my terminally ill father to cover up the fact
Ada The feel of my mother’s soothing fingers on my scalp is heavenly. “Shh,” she says, moving them in circular motions. “It’s going to be okay, my love. It’ll be fine.”I sniffle. I’ve lost track of time. I don’t know how long I’ve been crying. My eyes feel heavy and hot. They’re sore from all the crying and my eyelids are swollen. My nose is raw from all the rubbing, but the pain I feel is inconsequential compared to the one breaking me apart from the inside. I’m devastated. “I didn’t know things got to this point, darling,” she says to me. I hear chiding in her tone. “You didn’t tell us a single thing.”I don’t answer her because I’m upset already and if I say something, I’ll just get angrier. I don’t want to argue with the one person who’s offering me comfort right now. It’s not right. It’s not fair. But if she keeps on saying these things, I’ll explode. Because, for starters, what does she mean by ‘us’? Why do I have to tell Harry and Damson every single damn aspect about my
Maximilian I haven't left my office since Naomi—no, that's not her name. That's not her fucking name. I don't know why I keep calling her that in my mind when she lied about her identity. She lied about every single fucking thing and now I don't know what to do with myself. Ada. That's her damn name. Ada. Anyway, I haven't left my office since Ada left it. I don't have the courage or the face to make it downstairs, not when I know that everyone downstairs probably knows about this farce. Shit, this was a woman I introduced to my father. She was someone I planned on making mine. How did things go so gloriously wrong?Life has ups and downs, but this is a down I never thought I'd experience before. What the fuck. I loved that woman and she was just a liar. I never thought that I'd be able to be fooled. I always considered myself an expert at catching gold diggers or reading the intentions behind someone’s actions. I didn’t see this coming. That’s all I can say. Accusing my fa
Ada Seven Years Later The sound of the water in the bathroom running makes me open my eyes suddenly.My vision is blurry at first but I blink a few times and sure enough, see Max standing in the bathroom, getting ready for work. It’s still dark out—he always leaves for work way too early. And because it’s Saturday, this makes even less sense. Normally, I don’t wake up, but for some reason, I did today. Rising from bed, I approach him carefully, making sure to announce my presence so he doesn’t get scared. He’s shaving his face and looks surprised when he sees me. “Morning, babe. What’s wrong? Did I wake you?”“No,” I mumble before taking the razor from him. I like doing his beard whenever I can. “I just figured I’d get up since I woke up.”“Hm,” is all he says. I finish shaving him, and then we both get washed for breakfast. Usually, he makes it, but this time, I decide to prepare it. We head downstairs together, and I ask him what he wants to eat. “Eggs? Bacon? Whatever you wan
MaximilianTheo managed to get out of trouble due to his close association to the government of Argentina. I don’t know what it is he does—I have a feeling it’s an important job but something off the record. He somehow managed to get the blame off his shoulders completely and got away unscathed even with police involvement. I won’t ask too many questions because that directly benefited us. Now, we can live happily, and it’s fucking sad that Theo isn’t experiencing this relief that we are right now. Though he knew about Grayson’s illness, he wasn’t expecting him to die so soon. Neither of us were. It’s honestly a terrible end to this fucked up story, and in all truth, it’s so unfair to me to celebrate when someone so close to us died. He wanted to be cremated and his ashes spread in Argentina. Theo honored this wish. I didn’t see him shed a tear once but the massive change in him is clear for everyone to see. They’ve been together for years—many years—and Grayson was his lifelong c
AdaStaring at his face makes me freeze a little bit—not enough to make me not know how to react because deep down, I expected this and even counted on it—but it’s still a shock. I haven’t seen him in years, too. The last time was at the hospital when he bumped into me. I know now that was on purpose. I didn’t recognize him then but we’d still been close. “Come with me and you won’t have to get hurt,” he claims in that unnatural voice of his. I realize that his hand is right over what I’m assuming is a gun in his pocket. “Why are you doing this?” I ask, stalling for time. We’re away from the entrance of the police station. I could scream but he’d either shoot me and get away, or get away. Either way, the police wouldn’t be able to catch him on time. I have to be smart about all this. “Aren’t you satisfied?” I continue. “You always took her from me for so long. She won’t even look at my face and refuses to call me her mother. Why don’t you just let me be happy?”“If you even think
Ada I can hardly believe that I’m walking into the prison and that in a few minutes, I’m going to be face to face with my mother. I haven’t seen her in seven years—we haven’t exchanged a single word since then. Now, we’ll have a chance to talk. Half an hour, I think. Am I ready? I’m not sure. Max stays outside. This is also part of the plan. The point is that he needs to seem distracted or on the phone so that when I step out, Damson will think that he’ll have the perfect opportunity to approach me, or maybe even capture me. And that’s where Theo and Grayson come in. But for now, I’m safe inside the station, and I’m going to be talking to my mother now. I wouldn’t be here unless it was completely necessary. I’m not looking forward to talking to her at all. An officer waves me over, gives me all the rules and instructions along with warnings, and then I’m put in a room with her. We’ll be sitting right across from each other. The door is opened for me and I step inside the gra
Ada In the morning, I can hardly believe that I’m leaving this cabin. It’s all happening so quickly and honestly, it’s so surreal. I don’t have time to say goodbye to Abby because she’s asleep but I do say bye to Rebecca and Samantha. Then, when we’re alone, I tell Rebecca what happened last night and she seems so happy that she’s practically bursting at the seams. “That’s so amazing, Ada!” she exclaims. “Oh my God. I wish I was there to see it.”Words can’t describe how it felt to hold her. I imagine mothers of newborns feel the same way when they finally hold them in their arms. That new feeling—this certainty that you would do anything for that child. That’s what I felt yesterday. Seven years after her birth. “There’ll be a lot more to come,” Rebecca assures me. “Soon there will be a time when we’ll forget all about this difficult beginning, you’ll see.”I exhale and clasp my hands together. “I hope so.”But it’s time for me to go. I sit in the backseat of the car and just h
Ada “No,” Max says. “That’s a crazy plan, Ada. Are you kidding me? Do you really think that I’m going to let you put yourself in danger like this?”I sigh, exasperated. “You told me yourself that he’s toying with you and I agree. He’s watching you and isn’t an idiot—as soon as he has the chance, he’ll kill you, and then what will we have accomplished? No, Max. This is what we’re going to do.”“But Ada—”“No buts,” I claim. “This is decided.”It’s easy for me to tell why Max doesn’t like my plan—in fact, it makes all the sense in the world, to be honest. I’ll be making myself a target so that we can better follow Damson’s moves. Everything else didn’t work. Waiting for him at both apartments was a pointless plan for so many days and in the end, he managed to plant a bomb in their car. I can’t stand by and let that happen—we have to do something to stop him while we’re all still alive. What if one of them died? How would we keep fighting, then?“I don’t want you to get ahead of yours
MaximilianI run a hand down my face in frustration. Gone again. The detective stares back at us, his expression of exhaustion mirroring ours for a second before he changes it and looks optimistic again. "Our guys are working on finding him and I'm sure we will very soon. You have nothing to worry about."Theo frowns and inches forward. "I don't think that's true, detective. You said that before and my niece was never found. I don't understand why there aren't more people after this guy. He's crazy and a danger to society. A lot of people could've been hurt today!" "I assure you that we're doing all we can," he claims, but even that is something he says to everyone, I'm sure. I've heard him a million times. I look over at Theo and he stares at me at the same time. The look written all over our faces is the same—we're wasting time here and if we don't get out of here soon, we'll waste even more time. Theo extends his hand to the detective. "Thank you for your time."We head out,
Maximilian When I woke up earlier today, I thought that it would be the same day as all the others. I was wrong. Because Damson chose to make an appearance in the most unexpected of ways and because our guard was down—courtesy of spending fruitless days looking for him—he managed to succeed. A stroke of luck saved us, because we should’ve all been dead by now. But I should start at the beginning. Grayson and Theo are taking turns watching Ada’s apartment. They slip in and out, which would make it difficult for him to watch them and know when they’re in and when they’re not. He can’t be watching us 24/7, or so we thought. It seems Damson is more sneaky than I have him credit for initially. I usually buy us breakfast. It’s hard to shop all the time and anyway, nobody has the patience to cook anything. So, I get fresh bread, butter sometimes, and cheese along with all other sorts of pastry that we can eat. I’ve learned that Grayson decided not to do chemo, which means that his da
Ada Abby has surprised us once more, and we’re beyond happy. Especially Rebecca and me, who are here all the time, waiting for every moment when we’ll be a perfect family and we’ll embrace each other as we should. But deep down, I’m no longer able to celebrate as much as I want to because I’m so afraid of what Damson has in store for us. I’m sure it’s all paranoia because he hasn’t given any sign of life—for all we know, he’s hanging by the neck in a motel room somewhere now that he knows he’s lost and that we’re after him along with the police. But I doubt that. The new Damson has proven to be someone very evil with plans and backup plans and the whole lot of it. He doesn’t have any empathy, and he’s just cruel and mean. I know that our happiness is bothering him. Just the thought of him makes him want to reveal himself so he can take one of us out. Lately, I’ve been trying to feel what he feels. As twins, one would expect us to have that kind of connection. But no. I’m just