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SIENNA
Throughout breakfast I didn't stop sweating profusely and when my eyes met with Soren's, he smirked.
My grip on the fork tightened, my jaws clenched together. My eyes were fixed on him, glowing with hatred and any time from now, I could strangle him to death.
The stunt he pulled earlier was funny. The fucking bastard almost got me into trouble but luckily mom got a call from the hospital where she worked and turned back immediately since there was an emergency.
Now dad wasn't around as he went for some personal business meeting and Simon wasn't even giving me any attention.
We were supposed to be having breakfast but he had his eyes on his phone all the time, as if waiting for a message to pop out from nowhere.
"Umm, Simon." I called but he was so lost in his own world, so engrossed in his phone.
Did something happen? Did that badass girlfriend of his break his heart?
I tapped his arm and he jolted, grabbing his chest like he had just seen a monster.
"What's up with you? You have been so engrossed in your phone like forever." I said and he paused for a while before nodding quickly.
"Yeah." He replied casually and that just told me that all wasn't well.
"Seems someone is heartbroken." Soren chirped in, his fork dangling in his hand.
He and Simon didn't share a so good relationship but they always made sure to paint it so excellent in front of others since mom always complained about them always being at eachother's neck.
Simon snapped his gaze towards Soren and grinned, simply.
"Do I really look like it?" Simon's voice wasn't the same vibrant one I knew and my heart prickled when he wiped a tear off the corner of his eyes.
The bastard was really correct, Simon was having relationship issues.
"Your eyes tell the whole message." Soren's voice was cold as he spoke, his blue orbs fixed on his plate all along, "it sucks a lot that you're my twin, Simon. What if people mistake you for me? Ai, they might think I'm just so pathetic and can't help it when I'm heartbroken."
Simon struggled to keep the smile on his face though I could see the hurt glimmering beneath his facade.
"I understand that you have no emotions, twin bro." Simon sighed, a long painful sigh and shook his head. "What do I expect from a chronic Dom who does nothing but punish submissives with torture objects?"
Soren gaze was hard, his forehead wrinkled, "you have no idea how the basics of BDSM works, brother. It isn't called punishment but pleasure, one that takes them to a cloud where you've never been with your gold-digger girlfriend."
Simon raised a fist to punch him but I was quick to stop him. He retreated, his chest heaving with provocation but all Soren did was stare at him with a smirk.
"Fiona isn't a gold-digger! She loves me and I love her too. We do love eachother." Simon bellowed, his voice sharp.
"Hmm so what do you say about this picture?"
My brow widened when the pictures were displayed on Soren's phone. There were two naked bodies, one which belonged to Simon's girlfriend and another which I couldn't quite figure out.
I looked at Simon who had a stunned expression on. His lips shook as he tried to speak, his hand gripping the chair for support as the heartbreak hit him like a mighty wave.
"Why would you show him something like this, Soren?" He only shrugged at my blame and chugged down some milk from his mug.
"It was the best thing I could do for my twin brother, how can I possibly sit and watch like I know nothing?" He shrugged indifferently, his eyes cold.
"This isn't true." Simon fought back, "Fiona wouldn't do something like this to me. The pictures were clearly photoshopped."
"I'll take my leave now, you figure it out with your nerd stepsister." Soren flashed a knowing look at me and I cringed at the sight.
He had barely stepped out when I saw his message.
~Simon would need someone by his side tonight. You'll be all mine on Christmas. Remember I still have your pantie with me and one snitch, mom is just one call away.~
My heart dropped as I read, what had I gotten myself into?
My eyes turned to Simon, my hands slipping around his shoulders.
"You don't have to sulk about it." I said, pulling him into a hug and I felt his hot tears on my shoulder.
"This can't be true, can it?" He asked, his voice croaky with tears and I beamed inwardly, finally he and the bitch would break apart.
But my joy soon drowned when realisation hit me.
Even if he breaks up with his girlfriend, I wouldn't be mine either.
******
8PM, same day
I pulled over when we arrived at the clubhouse. Simon was at the backseat, drowned in his own tears.
Coming here wasn't my idea but Simon's.
He insisted on confronting Fiona about the pictures but all of a sudden, Simon fixed up a romantic date with her, showing up with flowers and love cards.
I had waited in the car for him while he fixed things up with his goddamn girlfriend but it didn't take long before Fiona walked out and Simon next, his eyes red.
She had stabbed him with her harsh words, rubbing the rejection right on his face.
Worse, she didn't deny having an affair outside their relationship. She gave him an invitation card in exchange for his rose flowers and love cards, leaving him broken and shattered.
"Are you sure about this, Simon?" I asked, staring at him through the rearview mirror. My heart shattered slowly when I saw the pained expression on his face.
A bitter smile spread across his face and he chuckled before speaking.
"I thought she was joking about it when I got that text last night." He sniffed, running his hands through his messy hair and fuck! This wasn't the man who had always pulled off my pantie, looking so sexy and smoking hot.
He was now a shadow of himself, his brown hair like a bird's nest, his once bright blue eyes, now shadowed with pain, dark circles leaving a dark glint below.
"And you think the best way is to get wasted at the bar like an abandoned duck?" I gritted my teeth, my grip firm on the steering wheel. "She isn't worth the tears, j...just move on. You'd find someone better."
Someone better who was definitely not me. Definitely.
Simon would never see me beyond his stepsister.
He didn't reply and stepped down the car, the gentle breeze blowing his hair sideways and fuck! I just wanted to pin him to the car and kiss him real good.
He turned to me and now he didn't look like that rich handsome Male Lead from the Erotica story I've always imagined him to be but a pathetic soul that just attacked by a lion.
"If this doesn't end well, don't blame me." I warned him as we walked in and he just replied a boring 'yeah', tugging at my sleeve.
The loud book of music hit my ears and I frowned as we moved past half naked sweaty bodies, dancing so crazily to the music.
Oh fuck, how did Simon know a clubhouse like this! This wasn't just a simple clubhouse??
We sat and I ordered a drink for us but Simon chirped in and asked for three shots instead.
"Are you crazy?" I screamed at him and he nodded gravely.
"Yeah…I am."
"No, you're not." I shook my head and he chuckled.
"How am I supposed to forget the heartbreak if I don't get drunk? At least you're here to drive me back home, I have a shoulder to fall back on." He snuggled closer, leaning on my shoulder.
Oh lord, help me. Please help me. Why did I feel so electrocuted by his body contact?
"Simon!" A voice called out loud and before I could process what direction it came from, I catch the sight of a strange girl pulling Simon away from me and hugging him so tight.
What the…..what the actual hell??
As I watched the two souls make out, my stomach churned with hatred and swiftly, the night closed in on me, long and bad.