All Chapters of Tempting The Twins: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Mila’s POVI wasn’t prepared to move to the other end of town in the middle of the school year to live with my father, his new wife, and my new stepbrothers, but here I was.My chest felt so tight I could barely draw a full breath as the wide porch of my father’s new yard came into view. On the passenger seat, my phone lay dead—a sad reminder of the absolute radio silence from back home.In less than twenty-four hours, my entire life had been violently turned upside down. I’d been forced to leave my childhood friends behind and the comfort of a school where people actually knew me. All because of a toxic, screaming match with my mother.“You’re lying, Mila! How could you accuse your father of that?” my mother’s voice rang in my head, each word dripping with pure venom.I had told her he wasn’t my father and that led to her hitting me across the face.I could still see her face, twisted in ugly defense of her godforsaken new husband, blind to the way his hands had lingered too long or

Mila’s POVThe silence stretched between us for a hot minute. In that minute, everything else was heightened: his breathing, his stare, his scent…"Who do you think?" he asked softly, his eyes flickering from my face to my lips.Before I could even find my voice, he pulled back, the sudden loss of the warmth from his body leaving me cold. He turned on his heel, his sweatpants sweeping against the tile as he walked back to the kitchen island and sat down, pulling the thick textbook back toward him as if nothing had happened. He resumed reading with not a care in the world.I didn't wait for another word. I gripped the glass of milk, turned, and practically bolted up the dark stairs. I didn’t bother to be quiet this time around.Once inside my room, I locked the door with a sharp click and leaned my back against it, my chest heaving. My heart was drumming against my ribs. I crawled into bed and set the glass on the nightstand, but I didn't drink it. For hours, I lay there staring into t

Mila’s POV"Axel! If you are not down these stairs in exactly thirty seconds, I am taking your keys and driving Mila myself!" Carol’s voice rang out that morning. She turned to look at me, a mischievous smile on her face. "The one thing Axel absolutely hates is anyone driving his car," she whispered.I was standing by the passenger side of the black Jeep, gripping my backpack straps while Carol stood by the kitchen door, glaring back toward the house.A moment later, the door banged open. Axel stormed out, his face set in a cold scowl. He didn't look at his mother, and he completely ignored me, shoving past to get behind the wheel. His soft, woodsy scent lingered as he walked past me.Aaron came out right behind him, throwing me a quick, apologetic look before hopping into the front passenger seat."Have a good first day, sweetie!" Carol called out, her face instantly softening as she blew me a kiss."Thanks, Carol," I muttered, quickly climbing into the back before Axel could drive a