Chapter Fifteen
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ADRIAN
I sat in my car, parked a few blocks away from Cara’s house. How could I explain that the thought of seeing her already made me feel jittery and nervous?
It had to be that kiss!
Why had I even kissed her?
Damn.
Just one taste of her lips, and now I wanted her like I had never wanted anyone before. Cara was trouble, and if the bile that rose to my throat was anything to go by, I knew I was willing to jump into that trouble head first, and think of the consequences later.
Theo and Leander had had a lot to say to me about my decision to pick Cara as my fake mistress, even if it was all their idea in the first place. They liked her, but Theo was especially worried about the circumstances of which they had met.
Even I had been surprised with myself when I had done it. But there was no going back now, I thought, as I switched on the engine and made my way over to her apartment.
I shook my head as I caught sight of the building, smiling to myself. I had picked my car because I had left the office too early, and had only realized it when I was a few blocks away. Crazy s**t.
Once I was packed appropriately, I came down from the vehicle and headed towards the entrance. I was about to enter when a sound stopped him. If I want mistaken, I was sure what I had heard, sounded like the shutter of a camera.
I turned and looked around, frowning as I checked every corner my vision could reach.
Nothing.
Maybe he was wrong.
I sighed and walked inside. In as much as I wanted to start this charade, I didn’t want the paparazzi to spoil it yet. I had the thing with my family, and then I could think of the media. There was no need to complicate issues with the thing about Mia still on. Theo had succeeded in calling her out on her lies, but it was going to take a lot of time before things relaxed.
I stared at Cara’s door for a full minute before raising my hands to knock.
Gosh, I was a nervous wreck!
The door opened almost immediately to reveal a face identical to Cara, but not Cara's. “Uhmm…hello?” I said, managing a small smile.
The woman who was not Cara, looked at me with narrowed eyes before smiling. A smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “You must be Adrian.” She said, and stepped away from the door, ushering me inside.
“Yes…and you must be Cara’s sister.” I said, feeling a little bit uncomfortable at her scrutiny. The woman could pass as an identical twin to Cara, but there was a huge difference. But I wasn’t sure it was noticeable at first glance.
Only to those who had looked at Cara a lot.
Like me.
She was the same size as Cara, but maybe half an inch taller…and had a sharp edge to her build. Like she visited the gym a lot. And once I laid eyes on the necklace she was wearing, I got my answers.
She was military.
“Yes I_” she started to say, but was interrupted by the clank of a box as Cara stepped into the room.
Once I laid my eyes on her, it felt like every other thought I was having disappeared at that moment, because she was the only thing I could see.
“Cara..” I breathed…taking in her form, in the beautiful sundress she was wearing. She could literally pass for a freaking model.
All those times we spent together, with her in my big clothes, I hadn’t even noticed a lot about her body, except when I had had her in my arms. But now….damn..
“Hi…” it was a whisper. But it felt like she had said it into a microphone, with the speaker, installed in my body, because her voice sounded loud enough, and the whispers settled against my skin…
Oh dear.
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