Twin From Hell

Crazy world

After dazedly making a vague excuse to get the hell out of there, I muddleheadedly found my way back to the bedroom, collapsing like a sack of potatoes on the bed.

My first thought was Shocked! No! I was more than shocked! I was shook-ed!

My second thought was he was hot! Too hot! The hell! How could Reign of terror's husband be so hot!

That was so unfair! I could continue deceiving myself and would like to think he was some brainless asshole, but my brief exchange with him was enough for me to get a read on him.

The guy was top quality, top of the food chain and did I mention drop dead gorgeous. Well he was.

He also looked a bit familiar.

I might have seen him on one of those finance magazines, I just currently don't remember which.

And then another thought, shameful, silent. It crept in, unwelcome but still, it left me feeling guilty. Like I had just been caught with my face buried in someone's cake.

It wouldn't be a total loss sleeping with him.

I couldn't believe the thought that just swept through my mind, and that I was even considering it without feeling disgusted.

No! He was Reign's, no matter how yummy he looked. He was Reign's own piece of cake.

And him being with someone like her spoke volumes about him.

No matter how yummy he looked, that was enough to put me off.

I sighed, turning on my back.

None of my business, anyway it wasn't like I actually intended to follow through with Reign's plan.

I just needed to get some interest before burning this perfect cage to the ground.

I grabbed my phone, unlocked it and began scrolling through it.

Reign's husband looked familiar, I know I had seen him somewhere and I couldn't rest until I got to the bottom of it.

There, I knew I know him from somewhere.

Rhyn Lancaster, the self made multi-billionaire who made his first billion at the age of 26. Rumored to be the next in line to inherit the massive Lancaster empire.

Smart, precise, ruthless. Definitely not someone to be easily manipulated.

So why in God's good name was someone like that married to Reign?

Was there a glitch somewhere in the matrix or had I suddenly gone cuckoo from all the craziness that was my life right now?

"Ugh! What a crazy world." I groaned, once again turning and burying my face in the pillow.

Whatever, it was not my concern. Whoever he is, he better not get in my way or I didn't mind adding his name to my list.

I picked up my phone and started typing out a message. I was running out of time, my plan was pretty simple.

Nothing brilliant in any way, I had initially planned to delay as much as possible while getting enough dirt on Reign to deter her from ever stretching her claws towards me, ever again.

But with Reign's husband back, I was running out of time, I needed to move quick.

'Any new development?' my fingers for flew on the keyboard as I typed out that simple sentence. Then I waited.

No amount of money was worth me losing my virginity to a guy I know nothing about. Not to mention, Reign's guy!

He was hot no doubt, but hot didn't just cut it.

Hey, I could actually just go with the flow, get knocked up by him and run away with the baby since I'd planned to get artificially inseminated when I clocked Thirty anyway, that'd be a win for me if I thought of it that way, getting such high quality sperm for free, but no, I didn't want anything to do with Reign or her messed up world.

Like a virus, she pollutes everything she ever comes in contact with.

My phone vibrated in my hand as I received a cryptic message from an unknown source.

'Everything is progressing smoothly, will report back when I have something concrete." I smiled.

Perfect!

Now, all I need to do is to buy time. What that means is that I have to find a way to deal with Reign and her unsuspecting husband. And while doing that, somehow avoid sleeping with him without raising Reign's suspicion. Easy peasy! Note the sarcasm.

A knock sounded at the door at this precise moment, interrupting my thoughts. I hesitated for a beat but after a thought, I decided to let whoever it was in.

"Come in." To my surprise, a doctor entered the room, wearing glasses and a pristine white coat, embodying the image of an intellectual. Reign's husband must have sent him.

He was more attentive than he looked.

"Good morning, Mrs. Lancaster. I trust you're doing well—aside from the leg, I mean." He said with a gentle smile, setting his stuff down. "Mr. Lancaster sent me to check on your leg, he said you twisted it." He said setting down his bag.

He, with a speed bellying his bearing swiftly moved to the foot of the bed and before I could react. My leg was in his hand.

I took in a sharp intake of breath, though he had been careful, it still hurt.

"What do you think you are doing?" I asked in a miffed tone, he was really forward. Too forward, I didn't like people invading my space.

"Examining you?" His eyes twinkled with a teasing smile.

"I'm not blind." I was annoyed, he was annoying.

"It'd seem not." He responded ofhandedly, focused on his task.

At least he looked competent, although a bit rude.

"Tell me if you feel any pain." he warned, his tone and demeanor now serious. I wordlessly nodded, deciding not to get into a quarreling match with the doctor.

He slightly twisted my foot to the right although it felt a bit sore I wouldn't say I was in pain. After about a minute, he twisted my ankle in a particularly direction which sent pain shooting up my leg.

" Hmmm..." he muttered thoughtfully. "On a scale of 1-10 how would you rate your current pain level." He asked seriously.

"A 4... I guess."

"Not bad, you'll be just fine. But for now