“Do you think we could go inside and talk?” the one in the white shirt says, and I assume that’s Ben?
“We’d really like to sit down and explain everything,” blue shirt chimes in.
I glance between the two of them. They’re identical in nearly every way, minus the one that’s injured. What could they possibly both want to talk about?
It takes my drunken mind a few moments to piece it all together. They’re both talking to me like they know me. They both want to sit down and talk. There would be no reason for that, seeing as I was under the impression I only knew one of them.
How many times did I wonder why each time with him felt different? How fascinating it was that a man could switch from being a Dom to being so beautifully submissive, so effortlessly.
The first night at the club, he didn’t seem to recognize me…
It hits me like a slap in the face.
The dream man who’s been checking off my erotic bucket list isn’t a man at all. It’s this set of twins.
These lying, handsome ass motherfuckers have been toying with me. I take a few steps backward and one of them reaches out for me.
“Kate, please let us explain.”
“Explain what?” I snap, feeling a deep simmering anger build up in my throat. It’s either anger or vomit, and the last thing I need is to toss my cookies on the front step of their bar, even if they deserve it.
“Can we just go up to the office and talk this through?” the injured one asks.
“Were you the one who fucked me over the desk, or was it you?” I point at blue shirt, who looks like he might throw up too.
“That was me,” blue shirt admits. “Gavin,” he says.
“So you’re the one responsible for the faded bruise on my ass, and you?” I cross my arms, staring up at the other twin. “I’m guessing we got breakfast and you got off on me telling you what a fucking good boy you are? Well, I take it back!” I nearly shout.
I turn on my heel, stomping on the pavement. My heel hits a divot and I go tumbling down in what feels like slow motion. The palms of my hands and knees eating concrete as I hit the hard surface and wince.
“Ouch. Fuck,” I hiss, turning to sit on my ass.
I look up at the sun and curse every man who’s ever breathed near me as two identical faces block the fierce light.
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” Gavin says and I glare at him, pulling my arm back.
“Fuck you. You two rats in a trench coat sex club parent-trapped me. Do you know how fucked up that is?”
Ben winces and goes to hold out his arm again. “Kate, your knees are bleeding. You’ve clearly been drinking. Let us get you cleaned up and home safely.”
“Oh, I’ve clearly been drinking, huh? Don’t touch me,” I snap as he goes to grab my arm.
“Do you have someone that you can call to come and pick you up?” Gavin asks, his tone irritated.
Oh, he’s irritated? The man who lied to me? I understand we weren’t in a relationship, but trust and honesty are huge pillars of kink. What is it about me that’s a magnet for liars?
God, I’m tired, my knee stings, and so do my palms. And maybe tears are welling in my eyes and there’s nothing I can do about it. Except to set the record straight.
“I’m not crying because you’re assholes who tricked me. I’m crying because my knees and hands hurt, just so you know,” I say, even though nobody asks.
“Alright, fuck,” Gavin says, scooping me up over his shoulder like a limp doll.
“Put me down,” I say weakly, my head feeling fuzzy.
Deep, vast regret over the amount I’ve drunk today hits me as my stomach sloshes and my head pounds.
There’s a chirp of a car lock as I’m laid down in the backseat. I don’t know which twin drives and the other sits in the passenger’s seat. I just know they ask for my address and I stupidly give it.
