All Chapters of Tempting The Twins: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Tiffany's POVI had spent the last period before lunch fixing my hair and lip gloss, so eager to see Axel. It seemed like in the last few days we had seen less and less of each other. So watching Axel walk into the cafeteria, walk right past my table without even a small glance in my direction, and go sit down next to her felt like a slap straight across the face.Chloe leaned in across the cafeteria table, her eyes wide. "Is he seriously sitting with her?""They're step-siblings, Chloe. Keep your voice down," I snapped, keeping my face completely blank as I stabbed a piece of lettuce with my fork."Yeah, but look at him," Chloe whispered, nodding toward their table. "He's feeding her a fry. Since when does Axel feed anyone?" Her nose scrunched in disgust. "He doesn’t even feed you."I ground my teeth, clenching my jaw hard. I didn't answer. I just stared at the side of Mila’s head, my chest tightening with the rage I was feeling inside.

Mila’s PovAs soon as I unlocked the front door and stepped inside, Aaron was standing right there waiting for me.His eyes locked onto my face, his brows furrowing. "Have you been crying?"I shook my head, keeping my eyes glued to the floor as I tried to brush past him. "No.""So yes!""Aaron, I’m not in the mood..." I muttered, walking toward the stairs."Yeah, just like you weren’t in the mood at lunchtime when you stood me up to have lunch with Axel," he snapped, trailing right behind me.I stopped, rubbing my aching temples. "I didn’t stand you up. I was just—you know what, Aaron? Not today."He shook his head, stepping in front of me on the third step to cut me off. "I’m not changing the topic again. What happened? Why are you crying?"I squeezed past him, picking up my pace as I went up the stairs. "I have three hours until Paris and Princess arrive for the sleepover I’m hosting. In those three hours, I have to feel good and I have to get everything set up.""Yeah, and the firs

Mila’s POV"I'm coming back to help you," Axel said, jumping to his feet and following right behind me before I could even make it to the kitchen.My heart was hammering against my ribs as I stepped into the kitchen. The moment we were in the kitchen and out of sight, I turned around and glared at him, keeping my voice down to a hushed whisper so Paris and Princess wouldn't hear a thing."Axel, what is wrong with you?"He just shrugged nonchalantly, leaning back against the counter. "Nothing."He stood there gawking at me with that infuriating smirk on his lips. He stepped closer, his dark green eyes scanning my face. "But you liked it."Before I could even think of a comeback, he closed the distance between us, trapping me completely between his naked upper body and the kitchen counter."I don't," I muttered, but the words sounded weak and unconvincing even to my own ears.His eyes dropped, traveling slowly dow

Aaron’s POVThe drive to school sucked. I drove my own car, leaving the rest of them behind. It was when I got to school I realized I had driven there in silence, with no music playing from the stereo. Seeing Axel's hand on Mila's shoulder this morning the memory of his hands wrapped around her while he kissed her in the kitchen last night made my blood boil. Punching him in front of Mother would complicate things further, and that’s the last thing I needed.By second period, I was walking past the locker room when I saw Princess standing outside a classroom. I took a deep breath and walked up to her."Aaron?" Princess blinked, clutching her books to her chest. Her eyes darted around the crowded hallway in confusion. "Are you... looking for Mila? Her and Paris had to go… I could call her for you…”"No," I said, keeping my voice barely above a whisper. "Actually, I am here for you."Her jaw practically dropped. "Me?" She peered around, still in disbelief."Yeah." I gestured toward the

Mila’s POVThe atmosphere for the regionals was supercharged. Our high school football team was the pride of the entire town, and tonight the energy in the stadium was off the roof. The stands were packed to capacity; one side was wearing our school colors, while the other side was wearing our rival's colors. There was loud chanting and stomping from the fans. The flags and banners of both teams were waving in the air.I’d actually put effort into getting dressed for once. I wore high-waisted dark denim jeans, a cropped white tee, and white sneakers, keeping my long dark hair styled in loose waves. Standing next to Paris and Princess in the front section of the bleachers reserved for students, we had a good view of the field.“Oh my god," Paris gasped, adjusting his sunglasses even though the sun had already set. He leaned so far over the railing I thought he might fall off. "Look at number eighty-eight on the opposing team. Who is that? Is that Xander?” He craned his neck to look at