My Husband’s Twin
As he moved tirelessly, he kissed my ear and whispered, "Maia, does this feel good? Are my skills better than Neal's?"
A chill ran down my spine as my eyes widened.
This man wasn't Neal. It was Daley, his twin brother.
He had disguised himself again, and I hadn't noticed until it was too late.
It all made sense now—why Neal would bring me to such a place, why his movements had suddenly become so skilled, and why he came home early from work.
I felt like the ground had crumbled beneath me. But even as my mind screamed to push him away, my body refused. I was ensnared by Daley's allure, unable to resist him. I gave in and allowed him to do whatever he wanted with me.