Twin From Hell

The Husband

After my bath, I had taken the liberty of swiping a card of hers I found in one of her cupboards, getting myself a whole wardrobe full of clothes.

This might be shameless on my part, but there was no way in hell I was wearing hers.

True, I had my own money, and I could afford to get a few pieces of clothing for myself, but why should I.

I fully intended on bleeding Reign dry if I could, I wasn't going to spare her any expense.

Anything that caught my eye, I got. I guess I was just being a bit petty but I like it like that.

A week had passed after my little talk with Reign and still no sign of the elusive husband. She had sent me a long list of do's and don'ts which I hadn't actually bothered to read.

I had no intention of pretending to be Reign, if the husband was smart enough he would catch on and this charade would end without anyone getting hurt, if not?

Well I don't mind helping him.

A devious smile crept on my face at the thought, images of a faceless guy cowering as he held his family jewels sent a thrill through me.

However, one thing that threw me off was that in this huge mansion that was supposed to be Reign's home with her husband, there was no trace of their personal touch in their supposed 'home', everything was so detached, the servants were polite but distant. There was not even a portrait of the nominal couple.

I'd feel bad for Reign if she wasn't who she was.

Knowing her, to her this was probably the best arrangement, and you can see it by the way she was so desperately doing all she can to salvage her marriage.

True to the saying, one man's food is another's poison. Who am I to judge?

The cold wind of the early morning air blasted on my face, pulling me back from my reverie, and bringing me back to the present.

The present being me out on jug on the unending driveway as I blasted Bruno Mars Die with a smile on my headphones.

A good run early in the morning was always a nice way to start your day.

I had to give props to Reign, no matter how I disliked the b***h. Her home was amazing. Cold, unwelcoming, distant, but all around amazing.

The sheer size, the design, everything reeked of extravagance.

You can't own a home like this without having at least billions of dollars tucked away somewhere. She married well.

I could understand why she was doing everything in her power to keep him.

As I jugged, I wasn't paying attention to my environment, my thoughts faraway, it wasn't surprising that I failed to discover the speeding car coming in my direction. And even when I did, it was too late to dodge.

Luckily for me, years of training and fighting in the ring had honed my reaction ability to the peak.

Before I could even have time to think, I leaped away to the side, grimacing slightly as I felt my ankle twist. "f**k!"

The car came to a stop instantly, a door opened and an individual who I presumed to be the driver disembarked.

I bit my lip to keep from letting out a series of cusses at the motherfucker.

"So sorry madam, are you injured? I didn't see you!" He bowed apologetically, extinguishing all my anger.

I'd be an asshole if I remained mad when he was already so apologetic, I guess it wasn't all his fault, I did suddenly come from the bend if we were to go by his perspective.

I took in a deep breath, before attempting to rise up, "it's okay." He immediately ran to my side to quickly help me up, pulling me to my feet instantly.

I couldn't make out his face since it was still a bit dark out but I could tell he had some serious muscle.

I felt envious as I peeked a bit at his muscular

physique the suit did nothing to hide. I felt like I was getting soft from these few days of not hitting the gym, running was just not doing it for me.

I needed a few intense drill sections and at least two hours in the ring.

"You can ride back to the mansion with us, if that's okay with you." I was too focused on thoughts of muscles and drill sections that I failed to comprehend what he meant.

He helped me to the back of the vehicle and I obliged, I wasn't going to be stubborn and insist on dragging my injured foot back where I came from, the house was too far out.

I could indeed persist if I needed to but why should I when there was another option, the easier one.

I was ressillient, not stubborn.

He opened the door for me but it was only on entering did I discover that there was someone else in the car.

A man whose presence was as intimidating as his frame, he sat elegantly with his legs crossed like he owned a good portion of the earth.

You know, those kind of people that effortlessly exude confidence and class.

Damn! He was fine!

How could someone be so gorgeous?

I didn't know what was wrong with me, but I subconsciously rearranged my sitting form.

I felt like a preschool kid facing her teacher.

I had dealt with intimidating. This was something else. He was dangerous!

The drive back was silent and unnerving, I was too focused on looking for a place to place my hand that I failed to notice that the driver was driving back in the direction of the mansion without my directive.

The guy sitting beside me made me feel so self conscious that I suddenly didn't know what to do with myself.

I felt like I should break the silence.

It's not like I had never seen or spoken to guys before.

In my line of work, intimidating, handsome guys were aplenty.

Never had they made me tongue tied, this one shouldn't be any different.

"How are you liking your day so far?" an awkward start, but at least it was something.

He shifted slightly, making the already cramped space feel smaller, he felt huge. Just when my ears arched, eagerly waiting for his response, all I got was an "hmmm."

I knew I looked flabbergasted, like what the hell? Who answers a question with one syllable.

I guess I was the one fooling myself. I should just mind my business and stop embarrassing myself.

Just when I had about given up, and was mentally prepping myself for the uncomfortable rest of the ride back to the mansion, he spoke.

And man, did his voice do wonders to my ears, I had to stifle the urge to purr at his simple sentence of: "what about you?" His voice was deliciously rich and commanding, the type of voice that made you want to wordlessly obey him.

"So far so good, thanks for asking." I mechanically responded, my head still replaying his voice.

This was bad, he was exactly to my liking, his voice, his looks, everything.

"Hmmmm." Another disregarding hmmm, but I couldn't for the life of me summon any hint of displeasure.

I guess I was a sucker for good looks, who knew?

Fortunately for me, we wound up the drive just as I was battling to contain myself. Quickly, I forced my attention from him, trying to focus on anything else. "Just right up there, thank you." This I directed at the driver.

If I had been paying attention, I'd have noticed his doubtful look. However, I was focused on not making a spectacle of myself before the hottie.

The car soon slowed to a stop much to my delight, it was torture sitting in the same space as him.

I pushed open the door immediately, almost leaping out as the car came to a stop, totally forgetting my twisted ankle.

Pain shot up my leg, almost making me bite my tongue in surprise. "s**t!" I had totally forgotten.

Hopefully he hadn't seen that?

But of course I was just fooling myself, I felt him step down from the car beside me and before I could react, the guy literally swept me off my feet.

"Wha-" I was interrupted by the butler opening the huge double doors of the mansion, leading all the maids and guards to stand in an over the top straight line.

And believe me, no one was more shocked than me when he addressed him.

"Welcome home, sir."

"Oh, s**t!" Wait, did I just say that out loud?!