LOGINFive years ago, a stranger saved Mia Perez from a brutal mugging and vanished. All she had after he disappeared was his face, a small mole on his body she could never forget, and a strong determination to find him. She finds the man with the face and has a one-night stand with him. Or so she thinks. Because the man she spent the night with is not the man who saved her. It’s her savior’s identical twin brother, who approached her only to settle an old score! Now faced with her real knight in shining armor and an identical man who wants her for himself, Mia is trapped between two worlds. Two worlds that hold a secret about that night that Mia was never expecting. When she finds out the truth, who would she choose? The man who she’s looked for for years? Or the man she made a mistake with?
View MoreThe room was quiet except for the sound of our uneven breathing. My mind and body drained from the wave of pleasure and ecstasy I had just come down from. I knew that Kade Carter was an amazing man but I had no idea that he was an amazing lover as well.
"God, you're amazing." The man of my dreams muttered into my messy hair before he pulled away and plopped on the bed next to me, his heavy breathing music to my ears. We stayed like that for what felt like forever before I chuckled and he followed suit. "That was…" "Amazing?" He finished for me, propping up on one arm to look at me. I gazed into his eyes, touching his face, so happy that I was finally with my knight in shining armor. Kade Carter. After five years of looking for this man. Five years of wanting to be by his side after he shielded me from that staged mugging and saved my life, I was finally in his arms. This was truly amazing. Dreams really do come true. "You can take a picture you know." He poked, twirling my hair in his hand before pecking my cheek and getting off the bed. I blushed, realizing that I had been staring while my mind flitted back to the past for a second. "I just might." I teased, my eyes trailing his ass and then his broad back, nasty thoughts plaguing my mind once more but just as my eyes reached the tip of his right shoulder, everything stopped. I blinked. Then I blinked again. The pleasure drained out of me so fast it was almost physical, like someone had pulled a plug and left me hanging on for dear life. The hell? His right shoulder was smooth. There was no mole. I sat up slowly, a pit slowly forming in my chest. "So, maybe I just freshen up and make you some breakfast or maybe I have you for breakfast again and we order in some room service?" He offered, turning to me with a raised brow and lust in his eyes. I said nothing for a second, just stared into space. My Kade had a mole, so distinct that I had memorised it from the one night I had been close enough to see it during the attack. It was the kind of mark you could not miss and this man did not have it. I swallowed hard. This was not Kade Carter. The realisation set in and all I could do was grimace. I had tracked him down. I had found a way into his bed. My mouth had watered at being so close to him last night and now I felt like I had been through a drought for months. How had I not looked sooner? How had I been so stupid? I chuckled nervously and scooted off the bed, trying to keep my face neutral while my insides were doing somersaults. "I don't think I'll stay for breakfast. I have a long day ahead of me and after that amazing sex, it was just the pick-me-up I needed to get through it." I praised him as I picked up my clothes from the floor, rushing to put them on and get out before he could see past the act but he was perceptive enough to stop me, arms wrapping around my waist and pulling me into that strong chest of his. "Hmm, just stay for a little while. I'll handle work for you." He whispered into my ear, his nose rubbing my neck as his now rock hard dick poked the small of my back. Any other day that might have worked. Today it just made my skin crawl with guilt. I quickly pulled away and shot him a smirk, putting on my best seductress act. "Well, maybe you'll end up seeing me again. Who knows?" "Or I could see you again if you just come for dinner? I can cook a mean alfredo pasta." He said, taking a step towards me as I wore my clothes. I gave him a look and plucked my bag from the floor. "We'll see." The mystery man grinned, running his hand through his hair. "We'll see then." I put on my shoes and rushed towards the door to leave when I paused, my hand on the frame. My mind was still running in circles and there was a nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach that I could not shake. This man was not Kade Carter but he looked exactly the same, like a perfect copy that it was unsettling. I had to know who he was. I needed it to make sense. I turned to him, his eyes still on me. "By the way, I never did get your name after…" "After you pulled me away from the hotel bar and fucked my brains out?" He finished for me, making me laugh awkwardly. "Yeah." "I know your name though, miss Mia Perez." "But yours is?" I pressed, holding his gaze. "My name's Killian. Killian Carter." Carter? As in Kade's family name? They were too alike and this was too much of a coincidence to be anything else. Killian had to be Kade's brother, or his cousin, or his twin to have completely fooled me. When I came to, I smiled at him. "I guess I'll see you around Killian Carter." I told him, the lie flowing from my mouth effortlessly. Before Killian could even say another word I was out the door and rushing to my car in the hotel parking lot. As soon as I got in, I gripped the steering wheel with both hands and just sat there for a moment, staring at nothing, the full weight of what I had done pressing down on me. Then I let my forehead drop against the wheel and groaned. "How could you sleep with the wrong guy, Mia? Ugh." I stayed like that for what felt like hours before I pulled out my phone with a sigh and started digging. A few clicks on the right name told me everything. Killian Carter was Kade's twin. I had climbed into bed with Kade Carter's identical twin brother like some kind of spectacular idiot and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it now. Killian had been in the city while Kade had been abroad for months, closing a business deal and there was no news on when he was coming back to New York. I turned off my phone, chucked it in the passenger seat and turned on my car, wanting to leave this place when there was a ring from my phone. I glanced over at the text message from an unknown number. Killian here. I wanted to make sure that you had my number, princess. See you soon. I stared at it for a second too long before turning the phone face down and peeling out of the parking lot. There was only one reasonable thing left to do after a morning like this. Drink and forget that this ever happened.The foundation's third year produced something Kade had hoped for without allowing himself to fully expect it, the specific, quiet evidence that what had been built was working in ways that extended beyond the immediate and the visible.One of the original grant recipients, the community arts organisation run by Theo, had reached the specific milestone that the foundation's model existed to support, the transition from founder-dependent to structurally sustained. Theo had brought in a board, developed a leadership pipeline, and stepped back from day-to-day operations into a strategic advisory role, the organisation continuing to function and grow in the specific, documented ways that indicated genuine institutional health rather than the performance of it.Kade told us about it on a Tuesday evening, with the quiet, particular satisfaction of someone whose carefully considered hypothesis had been confirmed by the evidence."It works," he said, simply."The model works," Killian said, w
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"I do," they said in unison.The sync was creepy. It was that twin thing they did that usually made me want to hide under my duvet, but today I just raised an eyebrow and pointed to the paper."Only one date per weekend," I reminded them."Figure it out. Preferably somewhere that doesn't involve my
The walk to my office felt like a funeral procession with an open casket, like everyone could see me dead and at my worst.The glass walls of the hallway were the windows of an aquarium. I and the Carter twins were on display for the people to watch.The moment the door to my office clicked shut, I
My coffee burned hot as I sat in my seat. The Carter twins had bought my company off the previous day and I had immediately clocked out of work early.Pretending to be sick was easier than staying.I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t have screamed if I had stayed.My desk was full of the unfinished documents
I woke up the next morning to my head splitting in two from a migraine. I groaned and pushed myself off the bed, dreading the work day ahead of me already. After that dinner with Killian and Kade, well, the train wreck I barely survived, I had headed home and forced myself to go to bed. Unfortunate
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