There's A Twins Between Us, Mr. Billionaire

I was sitting on the toilet lid, in the far end cubicle of one of the busy Los Angeles airport toilets, with a one-way ticket to Italy and a test pack that showed two very bright red lines.

"D*mn," I moaned weakly.

I've done nothing since I walked into this cubicle half an hour ago, other than cry and cry, as if my eyes were a leaking dam.  So that no one would hear my crying, I stuffed the handkerchief into my mouth and bit it.

I'm trying to strengthen myself to continue, after what I've experienced these last two tumultuous months.

=Flashback, five weeks ago=

"Mom, have you seen Jared?"

"I saw him leaving with your father earlier," answered my mother, waving her hand outside.  "I think your father felt the need to give advice to his future son-in-law before the event started. You know how possessive he is of you, right?"

I just laughed and continued walking towards the park.  I feel happiness and enthusiasm make my steps light.

In an hour, my engagement ceremony with Jared will begin.  My boyfriend since high school and I will soon exchange rings and take our relationship to the next level.

The garden looks quiet, as does the gazebo.  My forehead furrowed, wondering where a father would take his only daughter's prospective fiancé to have a serious talk.

Then, I saw a light coming from the direction of the stable.  I walked that way, sneaking around so that the two men I loved in the stables couldn't hear me coming.

Jared and my family have a very good relationship.  Especially with my father, they are quite close and coincidentally they also have the same hobby, namely sea fishing.

However, this time, I wanted to know what the two of them would discuss.  What is clear, I'm sure, is that the topic is not about fishing.  In fact I was almost certain that they were talking about me.

I stood behind the stable door and listened, my heart pounding.

"Aah... Alex, please. I can't take it anymore. Please, give me that, Daddy."

"Oh my God, Jared, you're driving me crazy! We shouldn't be doing this here, at a time like this. Soon you'll be engaged to my daughter!"

"You know I only love you, Daddy. Please, touch me now, I can't take it anymore! I want you in my body. Fill me, Daddy."

"Ugh, you are my slutty sexy boy, spread your legs, Baby, I need to prepare you a little. Ah, you are so sexy in this suit!"

I was stunned.  Slowly, I stepped and entered the stables.  Under the dim light, I saw them.  My father and my fiancé.

They didn't notice my presence, too engrossed in the disgusting deed they were doing while standing, their backs to me.  Both of their pants dropped to their knees, and the sound of kisses and moans mixed together, as the intense aroma of s*x lingered in the air.

I backed away slowly, then ran as fast as I could after exiting through the stable door.  I still heard someone's voice inside, gasping.  Maybe my father.

My feet seemed to be moving on their own, running very fast, until then I almost fell because one of the soles of my shoes broke.

I stopped and took off my shoes, lifted my dress high and ran towards the garage.

Mr  Dani looked surprised to see me.  "Miss, why are you--"

I got behind the wheel of my mother's Bentley, which the door was wide open because it looked like it was being cleaned by Mr.  Dani, my family's driver, then slammed the door and started the car with the keys hanging, then stepped on the gas and drove quickly out of Hart villa, my residence.

My run ended in front of the Destiny Club at the Destiny Blue hotel.  I got out of the Bentley and entered the club, just giving a nod to the club door security who definitely recognized me.

"Ms. Loreine," said Jack, my favorite bartender.  "Oh, you look... different."

"Give me your strongest drink, Jack. I need to get drunk tonight," I said in a cold tone.

Jack smiled sweetly and made me a bright blue drink.  He pointed to a corner and I saw someone sitting on a chair in that corner, daydreaming while playing with cigarette smoke.

"Mr. David is there," said Jack.  "It seems like he's not doing well either. Maybe, you and him can talk to each other."

My eyes followed Jack's fingers, and I saw a broad back on the vvip booth. His expression was shrouded in thick smoke, making it difficult for me to see his mood at this time. But the outline of his sharp side face, his high nose, and the clear muscle lines when he picked up the wine glass would make every woman who came to the bar open her legs.

My steps began to move, and David looked at me in surprise when he saw me approaching his seat.

"Lou? Why are you here? Shouldn't you--"

"Shh... don't say anything." I sat down and immediately put my finger on his sexy lips, and the heat of his breath made me want to kiss him immediately.

Yes, and I did too. The pain and alcohol made me forget all my reserve, and I immediately straddled his lap.

"Loreine... you..." Dave gasped and pulled my face away, forcing me to face him.

"Dave, please..." My tears flowed and I said in pain, "Please, don't ask anything, don't say anything. Now, I just want you to fill me with your dick."

"Ah!" The next moment, I felt like I was being lifted up, and I was held in his arms. Maybe he was the vvip of the bar, so after he snapped his fingers, a waiter came and took us into a luxurious room.

When the door was closed, I was immediately thrown onto the bed by him, and the next second, his strong body pressed me up. "Lou... If this can make you forget the pain, I will do my best." He whispered in my ear in a low and sexy voice.

"Yes, shred me, next." I held his head tight, licked his ear with my tongue, and mumbled.

He let go of me, and I looked at him with displeasure, but then his behavior made my eyes widen. He pushed my skirt down on my waist, and then bent my thighs. He winked at me and immediately buried it towards my core.

Immediately my happy moans rang out in the room.

I am horny. I think David, too, dragged my tired body back to hart manor in the wee hours of the morning while dave was still asleep.

===

I am Loreine Aileen Hart, the only daughter of the Hart family, which is part of the famous Golden Triangle Family, rulers of the business world in almost all of America and Southeast Asia.

My family, Jared's family and David's family, have been friends and collaborate since the time of our ancestors.  The kinship and friendship ties of these three families are marked by many of the members of these three families marrying each other.

Right now, in front of my grandfather, the supreme leader of The Golden Triangle, my parents, my two older brothers, Jared and his parents--Dean and Alma Reiner, I am a  criminal who is receiving judgment.

The crime I have committed is, leaving my own engagement ceremony, disappearing overnight, giving rise to rumors and speculation among bloodthirsty news seekers and this afternoon I returned with a neck full of hickey marks and lips swollen from non-stop kisses while David made me soar high into the clouds, in a wild and enjoyment all night, last night.

"I'm waiting for your explanation, Loreine Aileen Hart. What you did and why you did it."

The voice of my grandfather, Jameson Hart was harsh and loud, made me think that my heart will drop to my knees.

I turned to my father, who looked straight-faced, but I could see the corners of his eyes twitching.

Then my gaze turned to Jared, who was sitting between his parents.  He looked pale and didn't seem to have slept enough.  He has panda eyes.

"I called off my engagement and I no longer want to be married to Jared."

My voice was hoarse but loud, making everyone present in the room gasp.

"Loreine, what did you say?"

My mother screamed in panic, but my father grabbed her shoulders and squeezed gently as if trying to reassure her.  I looked at the man I previously adored so much with disgust.

Jared stood up and approached me.  His face was sad and his eyes were teary.  F*ck!  He is a great actor.  He took my hand and held it tightly.

"No, Loreine! I still want to marry you. We have to get married, because I don't want to be the cause of our extended family being involved in an embarrassing scandal," said Jared firmly.  "I don't care what you did last night or who you were with, I'm still going to marry you, Baby. I want to marry you."

I jerked his hand away feeling nauseous, because the scene I saw in the stable suddenly flashed back into my eyes.  I leaned closer and whispered into his ear.

"Why? Do you know what I saw last night and why I ran away?"  I hissed.  "You want to marry me to cover up what you have done all this time and will probably continue to do?"

"LOREINE! STOP BEING SHAMEFUL AND FOLLOW MY ORDERS!"

Grandpa Jameson's voice boomed.  He pointed at me with a sharp gaze.  "You can't act as you please. You are an honorable heiress of Hart and I wouldn't want you involving yourself in a scandal that would bring down this family's reputation!"

"But I don't want to marry Jared! I don't want to be--"

"Don't be stubborn, Baby," said Jared, cutting me off.  "We will still get married and I ask that the day be hastened, before something else happens."

Grandpa Jameson, who was previously very angry, now looked a little calmer.  "Jared, you are a very honorable man. If you still want to continue with this marriage, then we will arrange everything quickly."

Then, everything happened quickly.  My mother locked me in my room while they prepared for my wedding to Jared.  They're worried that I'll run away again.

"Honey, you have to know that we are doing this for your good," persuaded my mother, on the day I had to have my wedding dress fitting.  "Come on, darling, let's go try on your wedding dress."

At the number one boutique in Los Angeles, I saw several travel brochures to various countries and who knows what moved my hand, I took all the brochures and stuffed them in my bag.

===

I put the test pack in my hand into the backpack I placed near my feet and took two or three deep breaths before standing up and looking down at my flat stomach.

"Let's go, baby," I whispered.  I stroked my stomach.  "You may only be the size of a peanut in my womb now, but I will look after and protect you. I need a friend and we will get through this all together."

The sound of calls for passengers on the plane to Italy could be heard clearly when I came out of the toilet.

I took two or three deep breaths in long inhales and exhales, then took big steps towards my new life and left my broken heart here.

I will never go back.