Novel & Cerita Bedanya Him Dan His

"This feels like some kind of curse." "It's not a curse, Mrs. Blackwell, it's biology and genetics and timing." Dr. Chen sat down again. "Twins run in families sometimes or it can just happen randomly, but it's not a curse." "It feels like one." "I understand why you'd feel that way given the circumstances but these babies are not Sophia's babies, they're yours and Adrian's." She leaned forward. "These are different, these are hope." I looked at her and something in her words made me sit up straighter because she was right, these weren't Sophia's twins, these were mine and Adrian's and I refused to see them as anything except hope.

He is so tall and wide from his big muscles that he almost didn't fit in my door frame. "Hey, buddy." Tim said in his deep sultry voice. It immediately caused chills to run down my spine. I tried not to blush but it's almost useless to try. Tim is the most popular man on our team. He's tall, muscular, and has a smile that would make you agree to anything! He is also the employee of the month for the past six months. I have yet to confirm if he likes men because he never dates anyone from our firm. He is also a very private man.

We both had a significant height difference. He was almost as tall as Zachariah but a bit shorter. Apollo and Caleb were also equally tall. They had toned muscles with a bit of tattoos lingering on their backs and chest. Apollo had hazel orbs whilst Caleb and Ares had dark green ones. The three were hot. “Hey, stink-face, get your arm off her, you’re dirty and smelly.” Apollo stuck his tongue out him, making a weird gag face which made me cackle. “Shut up, I know you wanted to do that first but see who won the opportunity.” Ares smirked at his friend, while giving him a middle finger.

“I’m sorry, what?” “You heard me the first time,” Santiago sounded indifferent, almost curt. “I know you’re probably wondering how many times I must’ve hit on her, given how lovely she looks and all. But I can categorically state that Isabella Mercedes is officially into women.” Lola shook her head. She had so many questions. “Mercedes?” Santiago nodded, still fixed on his book. “Yup. I don’t know if that’s her real name, and I couldn’t care less.”

Home late, sometimes past ten, sometimes not at all if a deal in another time zone kept him tethered to his phone through the night. We fell into something that almost passed for normal. Breakfast some mornings, when our schedules happened to overlap. A text here and there, mostly logistics, when’s your next appointment, do you need the car, Marta says you didn’t eat again. Small things. Careful things. Neither of us reaching for more than that, not after the kitchen, not after I’d told him I wanted to know the difference between duty and desire and he hadn’t been able to give me an answer.

He was a mystery. I tried to think on anything he had said to me that I might use to learn more. I searched the tag he used on the chat forum but that came up empty, then I thought about it. His tag, a variation on “You’re Mine” which he would say to me often, and he wanted me to call him Sir. I wasn’t so innocent that I didn’t know the term I needed to search was “Dominance”. The information was overwhelming and for hours I absorbed stories of abuse from ‘dominant personalities’ to stories of happy relationships between dominant and submissive. I read of BDSM and spanking, of restraints and whipping, pain and pleasure and so much more my head spun. Is this what he wanted from me?

"Thought you might want to relax a bit." My admiration for him grew even more, and I couldn't help but express it. "You're too kind, Abaddon." His smile deepened, and his eyes sparkled with warmth. "It's my pleasure." When giving me the tour, he informed me that all the bedrooms had ensuite bathrooms. The master bedroom, however, had two. They were classified as his and her bathrooms. They each had closets attached. The “Hers” was gifted with a large jetted soaking tub and a vanity for makeup and hairstyling. Both bathrooms held large walk-in showers and toilets. Before me, the bathroom was untouched, and the closet was completely empty.

He ascended up to the stairs, standing beside me and taking my hands in his. Mr. Hefner's face fell, but he nodded curtly, stepping back with his eyes clouding in disapproval. “You might not see it now son but, you will come to appreciate it”. “The only thing I have come to feel towards you is hatred and shame for ever being your son in the first place”. Lucas shoots back, blazing with fury and squeezing my hands tightly. Both men maintain their glares at each other, seeming to say a lot with their eyes before Mr. Hefner stormed away leaving just Lucas and I to ourselves.

Luckily Mike was facing ahead and did not witness his efforts being dumped like trash. "I think we should talk outside." I close the glass door, blocking Blake. "Stay inside." I mouth to him. "Your husband is friendly."Mike sarcastically says, taking off his coat. Mike is more like Steven. Sophisticated, classy and always dressing up like a gentleman. Basically the opposite of Blake. I had a type, and in my head I was sure I was going to get married to my type of a guy...instead I got the total opposite. "Nice to see you."

"Unlike you, I'm not blessed with great breath in the morning." He chuckled. "There are toothbrushes in the bathroom." I nodded and went into the bathroom. Two toothbrushes rested in a cup in the cupboard above the sink. Both were dark blue and they both looked new. "Which one is yours?" I yelled. "Does it matter?" He replied and I frowned. "Which one did you use?" "Take a guess." I looked at the pair of toothbrushes again. They looked exactly alike and I couldn't tell which one was used. "What if I use yours?"