MARKED BY MY TWINS

Chapter 3

A NIGHTSTAND LED TO A COSTLY MISTAKE AND MY SECOND CHANCE MATES.

EVE'S POV CONTINUES.

As I entered the club, I noticed it pulsed with electric energy; the crowd's excitement was palpable as they all danced to the beat of the song blaring from the loudspeaker.

The stroking lights illuminated the crowded dance floor, the thumping bass vibrating through the air. As I walked closer to the bar, the sweet smell of champagne, mixed with the hot smell of alcoholic drinks, wafted through the room.

"A vodka, please," I told the bartender, who looked at me for a while, probably assessing that I was not fit enough to be there, but I didn't give a damn; he should just bring me my order.

"Having a rough day?" He tried starting a conversation instead, but I silenced him with a glare before growling, my eyes bloodshot.

"My drink now.".

He raised his hands in surrender, a sly grin at the corner of his lips before he went to get what I asked. As he brought my drink to me, I gulped them down one after the other before requesting more, and he was smart enough not to ask any questions.

I got up and staggered to the dance floor, deciding to dance my sorrows away. I didn't even know what I was doing; all I knew was I moved my body to the music, swaying along with the beat.

Suddenly, my waist was grabbed by someone, and I turned around angrily to face who the intruder was and probably told him off when I came face to face with the most handsome person I had ever seen.

Chocolate, brown hair, gray orbs, a straight jawline, seductive, glossy pink lips like that of a girl. I felt the urge to bite it but controlled myself and gulped down the saliva gathering in my mouth.

"Mind if I join you?" He asked, his gaze ice-cold. He didn't look like one of those Playboy kids who just wanted to f**k; he looked mature and domineering instead.

"Oh! Come on, brother, shouldn't it be us instead of me?" A deep, masculine voice inquired from behind me. I saw the chocolate-haired guy holding my waist and eyebrows furrowed, so I got curious and turned around, only to let out a gasp at what I saw.

His exact carbon copy. The only difference was that this guy had black hair and sparkling blue eyes that made him look damn attractive.

'Were they twins?' I pondered and decided to ask.

"Are you twins?".

"Sadly, yes." The guy holding my waist replied, and I mouthed an Oh.

"Come on, brother, don't sound so disappointed." I watched both of them as they stared at one another. The dark-haired one had his lips curved up, mischievous glee in his orbs, while his twin brother just glared at him, fury obvious in his irises.

"So may we join you?" The dark-haired guy inquired, but I just stood still, my lips not able to form any words.

"And also, please pardon my manners. He is Damien, and I am Damon." He introduced

I forced out a smile before disengaging myself from Damien and making my way to the bar to get another shot, not knowing the twins followed behind me.

"You look depressed," Damien commented before popping himself down on the stool beside me; Damon did the same opposite me.

"Oh! I am," I admitted, and Damien looked taken aback; he probably expected me to deny it; too bad he was in for a shock. I don't deny things, nor do I lie about how I feel.

"I am guessing that is the reason you are here, drunk." Damon chirped in, but I just ignored him and continued drinking. Then he leaned in, his mouth to my ear.

"If you want, my brother and I can make you forget everything in just one night," he whispered against my earlobe before biting it gently, his teeth gazing at my ear.

The circuit ran through me, and my hand, which was holding the glass cup, trembled, so I hastily let it down so I wouldn't drop it by mistake and shatter the cup.

"I don't know," I stuttered, suddenly feeling hot as Damien touched my knees and started trailing his fingers upwards, almost touching my inner thighs.

I felt a lump in my throat and swallowed, suddenly feeling nervous as my heart beat loudly against my chest. Damon left my ear and trailed kisses from my cheek to my neck, sucking on the skin, while Damien's hand touched my p***y through my pants.

I arched my back and let out a low moan, feeling myself growing wet. Damien suddenly withdrew his hand, and Damon started kissing my neck.

I was surprised to find that I was annoyed at this and turned to glance at both of them in between, like I was demanding an explanation.

"This is a private place; if you want more, let's get out of here," Damien said, and I was brought back to reality. Me leaving with them would mean I was going to have a threesome.

Was I ready for that?

"Don't hesitate, sweetheart; we promise to give you a night of pleasure," Damon assured me as he moved his hand to my hair and started playing with it.

I should have said no; I should have flung his hand away, got up, and gone back home, but my heart bleeds like an open wound; I had no one again.

Perhaps the little moment I would have with them would help me feel less lonely, so I nodded. Damien smirked before they both led me out of the club towards a hotel.

We booked a room, and I noticed how everyone was bowing here and there to them. Were they some kind of big shot?

I was led into the room and was barely allowed to breathe before they began touching me all around. The night was long, but it made everything memorable and pleasurable for me, momentarily making me forget all my sorrows.

The sharp, blinding light coming from the window outside reflected in my face, and I groaned before flipping both of my eyes open weakly.

Immediately, I did that and tried to sit up; I almost screamed; my head hurt, and it felt like a hammer was being hit against it. My thighs felt sore and hot like something sliced me.

I was not conscious of my surroundings yet; I was still trying to balance myself and this pain.

But then I noticed this room looked different and extravagant. My eyes widened before drafting around the room curiously, millions of thoughts running through my head.

' Where was I? Did I rent a fancy hotel room? I don't even have the money for that; what was going on?'.

I tried taking in a deep breath and found it difficult to do so, my breath coming out shallow and ragged. My heart is pounding against my chest.

To make matters worse, I heard a very loud groan from beside me, to my right, and I froze, my eyes staring into space, unblinking as I tried to register what I had just heard.

Wasn't that a man's sound? I prayed within me that I must have imagined it when the groan came again, from my left, and this time, I shivered, deciding to look.

I gasped but quickly covered my mouth as I saw a man with chocolate brown hair and glossy pink lips lying down. His eyes were tightly closed, and his breathing was sound and heavy.

I turned sharply to my right and saw an exact carbon copy but with dark hair and a playful face. My heart was running a heavy race as realization hit me, especially when I saw our clothes scattered on the ground and I realized I was naked.

I had a one-night stand with two unknown men, not only that. They were my mates and the reasons why I was feeling so hot and wanting last night.

What was I thinking? I screamed in my head, wanting to burst into tears at that moment, but first I had to get out of there.

'How?' my subconscious whispered, and I stopped short, remembering these two jerks were tightening me into their midst.

It was not easy, but I just found ways to squeeze myself despite my thighs stinging away from them. I hurriedly got dressed and dashed out of the hotel room, wondering how on earth I could have ended up in bed with two men.

I didn't give a damn whether they were my mates or not. To think I was given a second chance, mate, not one but two. Good thing I left, or they would have rejected me as soon as they realized I was an omega.

As I charted a taxi back to my house, praying within to the moon goddess that no one should see me, memories of the night before hit my head, and I slapped my palm on my forehead at how stupid I was.

I just let them treat me as a tramp, but I also remember what led me to get drunk. Losing my best friend and my mate rejected me for her.

The pain shot through me once again, as it felt like my heart was being ripped apart. I bit my bottom lip tightly, making it bruised while trying to hold back my tears.

'Why me?' was the question that ran through my head till I got to my apartment and tried sneaking in, when I suddenly stopped dead in my tracks, my purse with me falling to the floor, who I saw when I opened my door.