All Chapters of The Twin Affair : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~Candy~ Irina struts over to her fiancé, my lover, and plants a giant kiss on his cheek. “Morning baby!” she says. Her voice is annoyingly sugary. Her hair is a mess. The sexy kind of mess like she’d just slid out of bed. She smelt of sex, of him. Did he really screw me yesterday afternoon and return at night to fuck his new fiancée? Slowly my anger builds as I watch her continue to kiss him. The worst part? Axel kisses her back. Irina throws her lean hands over his shoulders, deepening the kiss. She is coated in glitter as if they had been frolicking around in it all night long. Her nipples are hard, pointy. Her shirt hangs just above her ass, exposing her red panties. She is literally perfect. Physically. I spend a few minutes trying to find some flaws or an atom of imperfection in her appearance: dry skin, black spots on her face, extra fat on her thighs, but there’s literally nothing. Every inch of her body is perfectly crafted for men’s appreciation and women’s jea

~Candy~"A bookie? You have a fucking bookie? What do you even mean by that?" I question her in a heated tone. Irina rolls her eyes. "You know what it means. I gamble sometimes, okay? There now you know!" My eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. Perfect Irina has a dark secret? I try to imagine her sitting at a table gambling away. Nah, that can't be right. There has to be another explanation. I mean....does Axel know she gambles? "How often exactly do you gamble?" I press her. Sweat beads appears on Irina's forehead. She is sweating, nervous, agitated. She keeps peering at her car to see if the bookie's leaving. He sits there, waiting patiently. It takes a closer look for me to see that he is holding a bat. My heart falls to the pit of my belly. "Irina, how often do you gamble? How much do you owe him?" I dig in. "Okay fine, I might have a little bit of trouble with my gambling impulses. And I might be owing him a little bit of money.""How little?" I ask. Irina groans, gro

CandyAxel takes off on his bike, speeding through the roads like the king of the road. The wind surges past my hair. His scent wafts into my nostrils, teasing my senses.I am alert to his body so close to mine, alert to the fact that he jerks the bike forward unnecessarily so I could fall harder on him, my boobs hitting his back, my hand curling tighter around his waist.The city blurs as we speed through it. I don’t know how he does, but it’s almost as if the traffic bends to Axel’s will. He weaves through the cars expertly, manipulating his bike through tight spaces. My heart thuds quietly with anxiety.He doesn’t stop until we reach an inner-city clinic. He parks the bike near a curb. The rough neighborhood is unfamiliar to me. The people hanging around transfix their eyes on us because we are newcomers. They observe us suspiciously, almost making me feel unsafe.“Where are we?” I ask Axel as he helps me off the bike.“We are just checking on an old friend.”“Why?”He cocks his he

Candy By dawn, I am frigid and nearly catatonic with hypothermia. My scarred body was coated with thick blobs of goosebumps caused by the cold. The torture room is reinforced with thick walls and steel door. There are no windows so I had no way of telling time. All I know is that I laid there for hours and hours shivering through chattering teeth until finally, the door swings open. Bright lights flood the room, momentarily blinding me. It’s morning. I see my husband standing in the doorway. He is dressed for work. He enters the room, working on his sleeves. I didn’t react to his presence. I’d become so used to spending nights in here that it didn’t really matter how long he’d leave me here. Without a word, he unshackles me. I collapse to the floor, near his feet. “Look at you, a fucking mess! Clean up yourself!” he spits out. I can almost taste the vitriol in his voice. He struts off, his boots leaving scuffed marks on the hard floor. I sit on the floor for a few mi

Candy I fluster, my chest tightening at the sound of that. His voice is so attractive, so sexy, it’s pulling me back into his web. “Where have you been? Have you been avoiding me?” he continues. My heart hums a fast-speeding beat. He makes me feel like I’m walking on a tightrope. And if I don’t concentrate with all my might, I might tumble off the rope and crash to my doom. In the afternoon sun, he is glistening. Tiny beads of water sparkle off his body. It takes everything in me not to lick them off him. An image of my long tongue running along his tight abs invade my mind. Shit, I shouldn't let such things in my mind! I shake my head to dispel it. I can’t afford to have dangerous images like that in my head. “Hey, doll? Are you listening to me?” he says, snapping his fingers in the air near my face. “I’ve told you…Stop calling me that. I am not your doll,” I snap at him. He relaxes, smiling. “Ah, there she is, the Candy I remember.” Behind us, Vivi is staring with her mou