Chapter 7

*Samson*

How the hell did I make that bloody mistake of sleeping with my fiancée’s sister?

Last night was a blast. I had arrived in the evening for Maya’s birthday. It was fun. I even bought her an expensive Rolex watch for her birthday, as she had asked me to get the latest design for her.

After the party ended late at night, my car developed a fault. And despite being a billionaire, I didn’t have a personal driver and drove around the city by myself.

I had to ask Maya if I could stay the night, and she agreed, telling me her parents wouldn’t mind.

I walked up and explained to Mr. Roland that I couldn’t drive home at that hour. He agreed and said I was welcome anytime.

I hadn’t thought of making this bloody mistake. I had always wondered why the Rolands hid Matilda from the public, even though she was clumsy as they claimed. She was still an identical copy of Maya—same beauty and grace. I couldn’t tell them apart.

Though Maya had a vanilla scent, Matilda smelled of lavender, and it had a cooling effect on me. I should have noticed their differences, but in the midst of my sinful glee I ignored all the signs. I only wanted to make love to Maya.

Now I shut my eyes against the memory of last night. It was different—totally different from my encounters with Maya. They were twins, identical, but they weren’t the same.

Maya’s loud shriek woke me this morning. I was still sleeping, even though I was someone who usually woke on time.

I was still in bed, my hand resting on Matilda’s waist. Her back was turned to my chest, her scent enveloping me like a warm blanket—until Maya’s loud shriek woke me fully.

I quickly pulled away, stunned to find another Maya on the bed, naked, her large breasts exposed before me.

I snapped out of my shock when I saw Maya slapping and hitting her sister as if she were a maid or a thief caught in the act.

“Maya, stop!” I grasped her hand to keep her from hitting her sister.

“Don’t stop me! How could you do this, Sam? Don’t you have any self-control? I caught you with my stupid twin sister and you’re telling me to calm down?!” Maya demanded, shouting and screaming at me. But I held her closer to my chest, my arms keeping her against me.

Thankfully I had pulled on my boxers before getting out of bed to hold her hand away from her sister.

“Why, Samson? You betrayed me. Why her?” Maya continued to sob against my chest, and my heart ached painfully.

I loved Maya. I didn’t mean to hurt her. How do I explain that I didn’t know it wasn’t her? I thought she was hiding in the bed to surprise me.

The door flew open and Maya’s father and brother rushed in, frowning at the scene. Maya’s loud shriek must have alerted them.

“What happened? Matilda!” her father and brother frowned. Then her mother rushed over, dragged Matilda out of the bed, and started hitting her too.

Even though I was furious at Matilda for setting me up—for sneaking into the guest room to have sex with me when she knew she wasn’t Maya—had she come into the room while I was bathing?

“That’s enough!” Mr. Roland stepped forward to stop his wife from hitting his other daughter. I had thought none of them would intervene. I wanted to stop Mrs. Roland myself, but that might have looked as if I had fallen for Matilda, and I didn’t want any misunderstanding.

“Don’t tell me to calm down, Honey. I told you to take Matilda to the countryside to stay with her grandmother, but you refused. Now look at what she has done. She has ruined Maya’s happiness!” Mrs. Roland screamed and dashed out of the room as the atmosphere thickened.

Mr. Roland marched toward the bed and pulled the bedspread over Matilda, who sat naked and sobbing on the floor. He turned to me and demanded, “Samson, explain yourself. How dare you sleep with my two daughters? Are you crazy?”

I lowered my head and apologized. “I am sorry, Chief. I didn’t know she wasn’t Maya. I thought she was my fiancée. I regret my actions and made a terrible mistake. Please forgive me.” My hands tightened on Maya’s shoulders. I knew no amount of pleading would erase what I had done. How was I supposed to sort this out?

Mr. Roland’s jaw tightened as he glared at me. “You cannot marry two of my daughters. Matilda has never been with a man before, and now you have ruined her. What did you think—that you could sleep with my daughter and get away with it?” Rage rolled off him in waves.