Todos los capítulos de HARDER JEREMY!!..Seducing my Identical Twin Sister Boyfriend: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Anna’s POV"Are you sure we aren't breaking some kind of state law right now?" I asked, looking over at Jeremy as the sports car zoomed down the open highway.My graduation cap was sitting on the back seat, and my gold honor cords were tossed over the gear shift. Oakridge was forty miles behind us, fading into a distant memory under the afternoon sun.Jeremy didn't even take his eyes off the road. He just grinned, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. "Which law, Spears? The one about driving away from your high school at ninety miles an hour, or the one about being too happy?""The one where we're moving into a college town in the middle of June!" I laughed, kicking off my black high heels and propping my feet up on the dashboard. "Normal people wait until August when Admission lists are out, Jeremy. Normal people spend their summer going to beach parties or packing up their childhood bedrooms.""Good thing nobody ever accused us of being normal," Jeremy smirked. "Look ahead. Din

Anna’s POV"The landlord?" I squeaked, my voice dropping an octave as pure, unadulterated panic shot through my veins."The landlord," Jeremy repeated, his dark eyes wide as saucers.A heavy knock rattled the wooden front door. "Jeremy? It's Mrs. Gable! I saw a sports car in the driveway and the living room light on. I brought the spare garage opener!""Oh my God," I hissed, scrambling backward off him so fast I nearly tripped over the edge of the sectional. "Jeremy, we're completely naked!""I know! I know!" he whispered frantically, diving off the couch like a navy seal taking cover. He started grabbing whatever clothes were scattered across the hardwood floor. "Put something on! Quick!""Where are my panties?!" I cried in a harsh whisper, running around the coffee table while trying to pull my white sundress over my head."I don't know! Under the armchair!" Jeremy grunted, desperately trying to yank his dark jeans up his legs while standing on one foot. His zipper jammed halfway up

Anna’s POVThe next Thursday…."Watch the doorway! Watch the doorway, Jeremy!" I yelled, guiding the back end of a massive, compressed king-sized mattress through the bedroom door."I am watching the doorway!" Jeremy grunted, his biceps bulging under his grey t-shirt as he hauled ninety pounds of memory foam up the stairs. "Who engineered this thing? It feels like carrying a dead body!""It’s memory foam, Harden! It’s supposed to be dense!" I laughed, taking a step backward into the empty master bedroom. "Okay, drop it right there on the frame!"With a heavy, synchronized thud, the mattress slammed onto the dark wood bed frame we’d spent the last hour assembling. Jeremy let out a loud groan, collapsing backward onto the bare white foam with his arms spread wide."We did it," he wheezed, staring up at the vaulted ceiling. "Call off the search parties. We officially own a bed.""We aren't done yet," I smirked, tossing a crisp set of dark grey sheets at his chest. "Put some muscle into i

Anna’s POVI didn’t sleep another wink.The dark room felt suffocating, and by six in the morning, the summer sun was barely peeking through the living room blinds. I slid out of our warm bed, leaving Jeremy sleeping peacefully, and walked downstairs to the front porch with my phone clutched in my cold palm.I paced back and forth on the wooden planks, my chest tight, before finally tapping my dad’s contact card and hitting call.He answered on the second ring, his voice gruff with morning coffee. "Anna? Honey, it’s six in the morning. Did you get your mother’s text?""Dad, I'm calling about the text," I said, my voice shaking despite my best efforts to keep it steady. "I can't do it. I can't live with Brenna.""Anna, come on—""No, Dad, listen to me!" I cut in, clutching the porch railing. "You know how toxic things got between us in Oakridge! You know how she treated me, how she tried to destroy my life with Jeremy! I just got my fresh start. I've been here for three days, Dad. I'm

Anna’s POVThe heavy silence inside the low cabin of my sports car lasted until we pulled off Interstate 95 and coasted into a brightly lit, nearly deserted highway rest area.Jeremy threw the car into park, killed the throbbing engine, and let his head drop back against the leather bucket seat with a deep, shuddering exhale. Outside, the cool night air rustled through the tall pine trees, but inside the tight space of my sports car, the quiet was absolute.Jeremy sat in the driver's seat, his hands resting loosely on the custom leather-wrapped steering wheel, staring at the glowing digital dashboard. It was barely eight o'clock. An hour ago, we were sitting at my parents' dining room table, watching the world burn around us.I looked at Jeremy from the passenger seat where I was sitting, my hands still gripped tightly around my knees, my chest rising and falling in heavy, deliberate breaths.A tiny bubble of air caught in my throat. I pressed my palm over my mouth, trying to hold it