[Bianca]
"Fuck, aah, yes," Brianna moaned as I made my way through the one bedroom apartment I shared with my fiancé Jason.
"For fuck's sake, Brianna," I muttered under my breath with a sigh.
Model Brianna Chase was my twin sister. I loved her to death, but she was also a slut. No two ways about it. Her recent rise to B-list model status made the situation worse. Being in her life and looking exactly like her was my curse. Fucking some loser who probably couldn't spell his own name right in my and Jason's bed was a new low, even for her.
"Boundaries, Brianna," I ranted through the door as my hand landed on the doorknob.
"You're a much better fuck than your prude of a sister, you drunk slut," a familiar voice said with a groan.
My heart stopped, then plummeted into my stomach. The breath caught in my throat.
"Yes, Jason, yes. God that's good," Brianna continued to moan as I cracked the door open.
I was a logical person. Becoming a lawyer made it an occupational hazard. My mind would never believe unless I saw. So I made myself peek in through the crack I had created. There my doppelganger was, bouncing and down my fiancé's dick.
My whole fucking life. We shared a face. Even on occasion her career, but that wasn't enough. She had to have everything I did. Including, apparently, my fiancé's dick.
"I always wanted to fuck you both, but she's too stiff to agree to a threesome," Jason mused, slapping Brianna's ass as she went to town on his dick.
She giggled in between pants like riding my fiancé in my bed was the funniest thing in the world. Practical to a fault, I closed the door silently.
"Lazy fucker. You can't even get up and fuck her. How the hell would your dick have handled us both, you fucking loser?" I ranted to no one in particular.
My mind was reeling with options as a slow, sharp pain seeped into my heart. One week away from the wedding. Brianna was my maid of honor. Hell, for all I know he was fucking her left and right instead of going for auditions like he said he was. He was a lousy actor, but love was blind. I supported him and got myself through law school while he 'followed his dream.'
Turned out, the fucker didn't even respect me, much less love me.
She looks exactly like me, you dumb fuck.
What could you possibly gain from this?
Any normal woman would have marched in there and given them both shit. Practical to the end, I stopped to consider my next steps first. Did I call my best friend, Macy?
"Maybe he's right and I really am a bore," I said with a sigh, the sex noises still hitting the back of my ears as I walked back to the front door of the apartment in a daze. "Why else would he cheat? I gave him everything."
I walked smack into Brianna's suitcase as thoughts of how I could have prevented this flooded my mind. That was right. She was taking a short trip to Cupid's Isle. 'Helping' to plan my wedding was so stressful for her she just had to get away.
"Being an accepted guest on billionaire Cole Hunter's island is super rare, BB. You get it, don't you?" she cooed, ooh and aahing about it while essentially dumping everything in my lap at the last second.
Take God I still had Macy. A lone tear fell down my cheek as the sharp pain in my chest intensified.
"Yes, fuck, I'm, I'm coming. So fucking good. Fucking my sister's fiancé is so naughty," Brianna howled, choking on a fresh batch of giggles and pants, like she knew somehow that I was listening.
My hands shook with rage as I dug into my purse and hit number one on my speed dial.
"Hey BB. I know we're meeting about last minute changes to the seating chart. I am on my way. One foot out the door. I just—" Macy scrambled to say, her voice reassuring.
"Brianna's fucking Jason. So no need to worry about it anymore," I said tightly, uttering the words with as much grace as I could muster.
"What the fuck did you just say?" she immediately roared, just as Brianna cried out Jason's name. "Oh damn. BB, don't tell me—"
"She's fucking him right now. In our bed. In my apartment," I whispered into the phone.
"Bitch, why the fuck are you whispering? You pay the rent! Just you.Throw their asses out," an outraged Macy demanded. "You know what? Fuck this. I'm coming over. I'll throw them out for you."
The sound of Macy scrambling to grab her things made me let out a bitter snigger.
"Truth? I'm ashamed. Embarrassed. I ignored all the signs that he wasn't happy. I—" I continued to whisper.
"Shut the fuck up. You are not defending his cheating ass right now," she said, slamming the door of her apartment shut on the other end of the line. "Why is she even there? He's not her usual brand of loser."
"She probably came by to let me know she was leaving on her trip. God Mace, what do I do?" I moped, despondent.
An hour ago, I had my whole life figured out. I just scored an internship at my dream law firm. I was getting married. Everything made sense. Now, nothing did.
"Run," said Macy, an urgency in her voice just as my phone started buzzing.
Instinct told me something was wrong. Something new. Different. Macy didn't run from things. It just wasn't who she was. My phone buzzed again. Then again. I yelped when the buzzing started taking over my phone completely. Notification after notification poured in.
"What the fuck is going on, Mace? Who is blowing up my phone?" I asked with bated breath.
"Listen to me carefully. Do exactly as I say. Did Brianna bring her passport and plane ticket with her?" Macy asked.
I could hear the engine of Macy's car roaring to life in the background. My mouth was dry. Ever a sucker for pain, I just had to look.
At the top of the endless stream of notifications was an email from my new firm. I gulped and clicked on it.
The subject read: Update regarding your internship offer.
My eyes skimmed rapidly, looking for important information.
…due to a change in our program needs…regrettably rescind internship offer…decision was not made lightly…
"I just got fired," I murmured into the phone. "Mace, explain," I insisted, dread and shock taking over my voice.
Breathing became difficult. My heart thudded painfully. My dream and hard work went up in smoke before my eyes.
"Later. No socials, okay? Grab her passport and plane ticket. Use the fire escape and get your ass on that plane. As far as the world is concerned, for the next few days, you're The pro
miscuous princess of fashion. You're Brianna Chase. Do you understand?" Macy spoke firmly.