MasukERIC:
Lucas had gone back to the house after days of convincing me to return with him, but I didn’t budge. Erica had returned to Leonard’s to make him fall in love with her. And me? I’m still in the hotel bed, breathing…just breathing. It was hard to know what step to take next—whether to call Erica and confess my true feelings or let Leonard go, as I had wanted to do days ago. Last sight or not, farewell kiss or not, if I truly wanted an end, I should be handling Erica’s confession well instead of draining the air out of myself. My life is slipping away with the thought of Erica succeeding in winning Leonard over. It’s easy to imagine. Leonard is straight, and with Erica, a replica of me, he might settle. And with that fire in Erica’s voice and eyes, she’s determined to prove her feelings. She will prevail. I have seen Erica in love before…she could be adorable, fierce, submissive, and sacrificial. There’s nothing left for me here. It’s time I return to Panila. Time to face my life, with or without uncovering the truth about our birth. Time to deal with my emotions. By the way, Erica came back with breaking news. She had met my mother during the trip. What a shocking coincidence. But after she declared ownership over Leonard, I hardly paid attention to the details. All I know is that she and my mother talked, and she got an exciting clue to continue searching into our birth mystery. My mother hadn’t known about us before their fated meeting. It was our agreed decision to tell no one. I hadn’t told my mum. Erica hadn’t told anyone. Before coming to Sierra, I only told my mother I was taking a long trip with Lucas. Since it was with Lucas, she didn’t worry. Anything with him is safe and secure. I knew meeting Erica would be a shock. If my mother hadn’t known about us, she might have collapsed. She must have called me afterwards. But how would I know? I haven’t spoken to her in ages. I’ve been avoiding her calls. All she talks about lately is job vacancies she finds in Sierra, urging me to apply. Or worst option…to go on blind dates she lines up. I haven’t only ignored my mother’s call. I’ve also ignored Lucas, Erica, and even Bernard, who hasn’t stopped calling since our breakup. Well, they’ve done it. They’ve finally pushed me to the limit. I don’t want to ignore their calls anymore, I don’t want to exist in the same city with them. I’m done with this borrowed life. After a week of solitude in the hotel, I went home, packing my things the moment I arrived. “You need to think this through,” Lucas whispered behind me. “Leaving isn’t the best thing to do.” I dropped the last pair of pants into my bag and turned to him. “What’s the best thing, then? To compete with Erica for Leonard? To tell Leonard the woman he might have fallen for is a man? Or to admit Lucia is Eric, the same Eric who countlessly slept with his best friend?” “That's all you should do.” I scoffed. Suddenly weak to the bones. Lucas wasn’t here with me. He either didn’t understand or refused to understand. I was disappointed he thought my situation was so simple and fixable. I zipped my bag. “You coming?” My voice cracked. When I said I didn’t want to exist in the same city with anyone anymore, Lucas wasn’t included. I couldn’t imagine my life without him. However, I knew he’d been hiding a lot from me, things that might keep him from wanting to follow me to Panila. “Lucas?” I asked again when he stayed silent, broken and afraid. “I can’t…go.” “Why? Why do you want to stay?” “It’s…” He swallowed hard, his voice guilty. “I’m not done with the mission.” “The mission can collapse into the abyss for all I care. It’s my life too, but I’m done with it. Don’t you get it? I want it behind me. I want it forgotten. There’s nothing left for me here…for us. We need to go.” “There’s so much for me,” he murmured. “Lucas?” “Eric,” he said flatly. “I still think you should stay. But if you insist on going, you will be doing it without me.” Our eyes locked. His were cold, even as tears burned in mine. I saw his decision. I saw his plans without me. My heart crashed. Yet, I didn’t want to lose my best friend, too. “What’s going on?” I whispered. “A lot,” he affirmed without hesitation. “A lot since you were focused on Leonard and Bernard, leaving me bored and lonely.” “Lucas…” “I found love. I’m in love. And I’m not running away from it like you.” The tears finally fell as I slumped onto the bed. I had been terrible. To everyone. To Lucas. Selfish and inattentive. I was blind to see he was falling in love as well…not just me. Lucas came to Sierra because of me. Here, he did everything for me. He gave me his attention, noticed when my feelings for Leonard grew, when I became confused about Bernard. Without me saying a word, he saw through me because he was focused on me. Quietly, he sat beside me. Silence stretched between us for what felt like forever. “I’m terrible,” I finally said. “You are.” “I’m sorry.” “…” Silence again. Shorter, lighter. “Who?” I asked. He shifted nervously. “No, Lucas. Don’t tell me you’ve fallen in love with me.” “Gross.” He muttered, and I smiled. He smiled too. Lucas would never fall in love with me. Not just because he was bloody straight, but because I don’t know who between us would dominate if we decided. “It’s Erica,” he breathed. But I heard it. I heard him. “Erica?!” “Do you have to scream the absurdity that loud?” “I…I’m shocked.” “I haven’t recovered from mine.” It made sense now. His obsession with watching her wasn’t only an addiction. He was in love. We must both be brave and stupid—to fall for people way out of our league. I fell for a straight man, and he fell for a woman who never looked at nerds twice. Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. “What are you going to do?” I asked. “I don’t know. But I’m not leaving Sierra.” I swallowed my nerves. “Erica is after Leonard.” “Leonard is not after her,” he said firmly, meeting my gaze. “He doesn’t want her. He won’t want her now.” A lump formed in my throat, but Lucas gripped my arm before I could swallow it. “Leonard wants you, Eric,” he said. “You want him, too. I still suggest you stay. If you don’t want to, do it for me. Take back your man and free Erica.” Isn’t my life a sequence? I came to Sierra for Erica, to keep Leonard distracted. And now? I might stay in Sierra for Lucas…to claim Leonard completely.LEONARD: Dropping my jacket on another couch, I sat on the glass table in front of Eric, taking in his radiant face. It was still unbelievable how a man could be so beautiful. With naturally carved-sleek eyebrows, long lashes, full lips, and flawless cheeks…Eric could easily pass a woman. He did, clearly. Even as I had witnessed the thing between his legs, I still swore to myself that he was a woman. When I thought of it, Bernard was the one who had fallen for the wrong gender. He was the gay one, not me. Because all I did was fall for the woman in front of me, while he fell for a woman… claiming she was a man. Okay. I’m also becoming senseless. I lifted my hand to his hair, brushing the fallen strands from his face. Though he kept it short, it was still long enough to give him a feminine edge. He shifted at my touch, stretching and parting his lips slightly. The attraction came at once. The force—that pull to those lips…magnetised my reasoning. Before I could stop myself, I lea
LEONARD: ‘Explain things to Bernard?’ Eric thinks talking to Bernard would be cheap? And what exactly does he intend to say? Ask him to forget all they had because he is in love with his friend? Has Eric always been a dummy, or is he refusing to see the mess he’s made? He’s pulled Bernard and me into a suffocating triangle, forcing us to meet each other with racing hearts for the first time. I arrived at Vinelight first, as I wanted. Ordered food I knew neither Bernard nor I would touch. He wouldn’t have the appetite, and me…I wouldn’t dare fill up the space that was meant for the food waiting for me in the office. Exactly. I would be claiming that lunchbox as soon as I get back. Bernard slid into the chair opposite me, clearly avoiding my eyes. “You don’t look good, man,” I said. He looked worse than Eric. I had never seen him like this—It was disturbing. “And you’re healthy,” he shot back. “I suppose the whole backstab was meant for me.” “Don’t be sassy.” “I look like a w
LEONARD: The instruction was to grant his requests, but not let him leave the hotel. I didn’t want him out, not only to protect him from hungry reporters but to prevent this exact kind of collapse: him pulling me into a whirlpool of anxiety and shock. My hotel management would pay for putting me in this state of helplessness and breathlessness. “Should I let him in?” Tracey asked. He was already inside, slipping his cap from his head. Eric stood behind Tracey, and even as I looked past her, she hadn’t noticed. I couldn’t blame her. Eric looked like a walking ghost. With his dull eyes, pale lips and a too-thin frame, he was hardly visible. He wore a full male outfit—simple, casual—but disarmingly beautiful: a soft linen shirt with sleeves slightly rolled. The fabric clung just enough to hint at his slender body without flaunting it. Nothing about him screamed for attention, yet I found him seductive. Even the slim leather bracelet at his wrist seemed to whisper something persona
LEONARD: Bernard slipped away to his bedroom without us noticing. By the time Jimmy and I finished outlining how the investigation would begin, Bernard was already gone. It was better that way. I still hadn’t decided how to process everything about him and Eric, and I knew he was struggling too. It was best that we take our time in approaching that chapter. Jimmy, on the other hand, provided a perfect lead. He said Erica had met a woman during their trip. Something about the woman seemed off—he couldn’t place it, but with the chaos unravelling now, he believed she was the right place to start. “You should go back to Panila,” I said. The company trip had covered several cities in the country, Panila included. That was where Erica met the woman—and also where I’d taken Eric from. Panila was the hole worth digging. Jimmy drove me home, then went off to prepare for what would be a long investigation. The reporters had finally cleared from my gates. But online clips showed that they
LEONARD: I pulled up to the building, rode the elevator, and knocked as if I’d rented the whole apartment for Eric and his crew. I knew Erica would be inside…she’d have left the office with Jimmy the moment news about our wedding escalated, except she had come straight to this crib. The nerd opened the door and immediately slumped to the floor in shock. This is worse than I thought—he urgently needs rejuvenation. It’s becoming abnormal for a man to be so fragile. I wasn’t wrong. Erica stood behind the couch, taking in the scene with a shaky body. “Eric!” I called into the room, ignoring both of them. “Eric!” A door creaked, and Eric stepped out. He was still in the gown, eyes puffy, skinnier than he had been minutes ago. He looked pale, like he could collapse at any moment. My heart constricted at the sight. Yet, I coldly crossed the room to him. His eyes found mine. He opened his mouth to speak, closed it again. I hesitated, wondering whether to ask if he needed time to grab a
LEONARD: I couldn’t believe I was willing to hear him out. Maybe I needed a conviction. Except I wasn’t sure why. Because no matter what he said, it wouldn’t make him a real woman. I still wouldn’t own him. “Talk then,” I repeated when he said nothing but sob. “I didn’t mean to lie to you. To deceive you. It was a callous thing to do. I’m sorry.” “That’s it?” I asked after a few seconds of silence. “I…” He clasped his fingers together. “I was supposed to disappear before you found out about us. You weren’t meant to know. But the mission kept taking wild turns, forcing me to stay.” “What mission?” “About Erica and me. About our birth history.” “What about it?” “We…are biologically related.” Shit. They’re twins. Identically created. Not that I hadn’t suspected Lucia might be Erica’s sibling…but hearing it confirmed still disappointed me. I truly disliked the Gerux family. And now that I… Wait. What? What the hell was that impossible thought? “Leonard…” “What’s your name?”