The Twin's Forbidden Desire

Chapter 6

Sophie

I sighed and looked out the darkened window of the limousine as she entered the tree-lined avenue that led to the large Victorian-style villa that belonged to my future husband.

I sighed again as the limo turned and stood right in front of the staircase. I was alone, as always in recent times.

I closed my eyes and waited for the car to stop completely and then wait for the driver to come and open my door.

I got out of the limo and looked up at the villa—a huge three-story building. At the entrance were columns and statues, the sun was pointing at the white and immaculate facade, and I wondered what that pomp was for.

"Miss O'Kelly," said one of the maids, turning me away from looking at the villa.

I looked down at the old lady, who smiled at me almost sadly, "Your rooms are ready," said the housekeeper.

I sighed and nodded, then began to climb the marble staircase leading to the front door. I should have worn a dress, as I requested, but I had no desire to.

That morning, at breakfast, I put on a sheath dress and had breakfast with my future husband, deserving a nod of appreciation for my dress, especially when his eyes rested on my body and made me shiver.

As soon as I returned to my room, I got undressed and threw myself in the shower as if I could eliminate lusty eyes from my body.

Now I was wearing comfy jeans and a light t-shirt. I wouldn’t meet Alexander until evening, which would have given me the freedom to wear what I wanted.

I walked into the marble lobby and looked around. Large windows at the entrance fully illuminated the villa, making it bright. In front of me, there were large white marble staircases on the sides of which there were two statues with two vases. To the left was a large hall with another huge window, and to the right was another room, presumably the dining room.

"Your rooms are on the second floor," said the housekeeper, "It’s the only open room on the floor, right down to the left."

I nodded, and then I turned to go up the stairs. With great difficulty, I got to the second floor and looked around. The bedroom doors were locked except for one down the hall on the left. With a sigh, I reached the room and closed the door behind me.

More like an apartment than a bedroom. There was an entrance where on one side, there was a sofa in front of a wall to which a plasma television was attached. On the opposite side, there was the huge four-poster bed in which four people could easily sleep and, in front of the bed, there was a large window with a balcony overlooking the garden of the mansion, I looked out, looking down and saw the pool with the small house next to the pool.

I went back to the room, and I went to the closet, hanging, there were all the clothes I had tried with Sandra, along with shoes and jewelry. My old clothes were at the bottom of the booth, in a box. I got down on my knees, pulled them out, and put them in a drawer. I certainly would have been the perfect wife in front of him, but I wouldn’t have stopped being me when I was alone.

After I finished I went to the bathroom, huge and I washed my hands, and then went back to the room, where my suitcase had appeared, I had not even heard someone enter.

I opened it, and took out the laptop, and then I got on the bed and started researching.

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When I came down for dinner, I was surprised to see that nobody was in the room, I sat in a chair and took my cell phone to call my father, but at that moment, I got a message from Alexander telling me that he had to leave early for his business trip and that we will meet in a week.

I sighed, relieved, and stood up, "Miss, shall I bring you dinner?" a maid asked.

"A sandwich will be fine in the pool, thanks, I would like to go for a night swim," I said, more cheerful.

The maid nodded, and I almost jumped into my room, changed quickly, slipped on a bikini, and took a towel.

When I arrived at the pool, I put myself on a deck chair, sending a message to one of my friends who had sent a photo of his trip to Korea.

I sighed, and a maid came up with my dinner and left me alone again.

I sat there chatting with my friends for what seemed like an eternity, and then, tired, I looked up and turned to the house, noticing that the lights in the kitchen and the room were off.

I put down my cell phone, dived into the water, swam for a few seconds under the surface, and then surfaced. The pool was heated, and the blue lights illuminated my face, giving it an intimate feeling.

I went up to the other side, leaned on the broth, crossed my arms in front of me, and rested my chin, then closed my eyes and let the heat envelop me, letting my head wander so much that I completely forgot what surrounded me it.

"Take advantage of the luxuries?" a voice said behind me, and I winced and then turned to the point where it arrived.

One of the twins, Noah, was standing by the pool wearing jeans and a white shirt. I leaned against the wall, looked at him for a moment, and sighed.

"If you’ve come to torment me, you can leave, you know the way," I said, bending my head to the side.

He bent over, putting himself on his knees and resting his elbows on his knees, looking at me with an almost amused frown.

"Am I bothering you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

I rolled my eyes and sighed, "I was hoping to spend at least one night without any of you, Williams," I said, almost exasperated.

He frowned, "Did you really think you were going to spend the week without anyone?" he asked, frowning.

"I hoped," I said with a sigh.

We stood there for a long moment, I saw how Noah’s eyes inspected me, especially the part of my body that was underwater, then, after a deep breath, he stood up and walked away.

I sighed and turned again, putting my hands on the edge of the pool and remaining silent until a splash in the water made me turn to find the figure of Noah underwater. Sinuously he swam until he arrived next to me, where he climbed up and grabbed his hands at the edge.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, frowning as he passed a hand over his face and wet hair.

"I wanted to see what the water was like," he replied, turning his face to me and smiling at me.

I felt my heart do a somersault in my chest, and I tried to hold back the tremor that was spreading between my thighs. I held my legs together and looked at him, frowning.

"And you couldn’t do it another time?" I asked, frowning.

He smiled wide, and I shook my head, pushed myself with my hands, and walked away, swimming towards the center and to the side where my stuff was, intending to leave.

"Where are you going?" he asked me from behind.

"I’m not in the mood for company, Noah," I said, continuing to swim without looking back.

"Come on, don’t be a child," he scolded me.

"Child?" I said, blocking myself and turning to him, "I am the child? Why don’t I want to hear your insults? Forgive me if I want to preserve myself a little instead of giving you the pleasure of pouring all your frustrations on me!" I snapped at him, and then I turned around and started swimming again.

I felt the water moving behind me, and then I felt myself being grabbed by the hips and turn, slamming against his wet chest.

"I didn’t think you were that touchy," he scowled.

I looked at him for a moment, losing myself in the color of his eyes, then I picked myself up and pushed him away.

"Why don’t you find someone else to torment?" I asked and started swimming again.

"What fun would that be?" he asked behind my back.

I stopped and looked at him, then walked up to him and pushed him again, "Do you think that’s funny? Ruin other people’s lives? Remind them every day of the choices they made? You enjoy seeing others suffer," I said, pushing them every time.

"Well, if it hurts that much, you might as well leave," he said as if nothing had happened.

"Do you think it’s that easy?" I snapped at him, reaching out my hand to slap him, he grabbed my hand, blocking it.

"It’s certainly easier to open your legs on command for a man three times your age," he said, disgusted.

I froze and looked at him for a moment, feeling a knot in his throat. Was that what he thought of me? Was that what everyone thought of me? That I was a f*****g prostitute who spread her legs for such an old man.

I broke out of his grip, pushed him away, and swam quickly toward the edge.

"Come on, don’t run!" he said behind me as he approached.

I got up and went to the deck chair, took the towel, and went straight to the pool house.

"Wait!" he yelled at me.

"Leave me alone!" I said, opening the door and entering like fury.

I didn’t know exactly what I was running from, but I wanted to stay away from that man, away from all the contempt he held for me and what I would see in anyone’s eyes.

I felt the door close behind me, and I turned to look at him, in his glorious beauty, with only his boxers wet and completely dripping.

"I didn’t think you had such a delicate soul," he said, his arms crossed against his chest, his muscles showing off.

"Do you really think," I began to say, approaching me like fury, "What is it that repeating to someone who is a prostitute doesn’t end up hurting them?!" I yelled at him and pushed him against his chest.

He stared, surprised, as I kept pushing him.

"You really think I’m not bad at knowing what everyone thinks of me!" I yelled at him, "Every day, I look in the mirror, and I suck! I don’t need you to keep telling me that repeatedly!" I blurted, "You’re an asshole!" I screamed, and he grabbed my hands and blocked me.

I looked him in the eye, "I’m sorry," he said, and his eyes looked really sorry, which made me stop.

My heart was pounding terribly in my chest, and my breath was gasping, the towel slipped away from my body, falling to the ground while my eyes did not come off his.

Noah watched me carefully, then suddenly pulled me to himself and glued my lips to mine, and the whole universe ceased to exist.