Twin
I sat there in total desperation as my father yelled on the phone in clear frustration with my sister over the phone.
"What the fuck do you mean you aren't doing this? You are already married to him. Stop fucking around. Emily, I swear to God that I will find you and drop you off at his doorstep. We made a deal, Emily, for our family; he had to marry one of you. You were the one who wanted the money and seemed the most interested in him. Whatever, enjoy your freedom before I get you. Your sister will be staying in your place as well until I find you. They don't even know of her existence. We can't let them know we broke the contract; we will be ruined."
Me? Why me?! I don't want a husband. I've never even kissed someone before. I'd rather be reading than dealing with boys. I hope he finds her soon.
I sigh deeply, looking at the fabric that lies beneath my feet.
We were driving to his house. The engine was making a low rumble as we approached.
They think she's doing some work out of town and not fucking around with other people. Saying she isn't going back to him.
We pull up to a massive house. The dude is overcompensating. I open my door when a massive dog runs up to me. Licking me profusely. "Haha haha. Who's a good boy?"As I petted him, Haha, take me on a date first, haha. "Haha, come on, big boy, it's hot outside," I say, lightly pushing him, petting his head one more time as I kneel. Floppy his ears. Checking his tag, Atlas is engraved. Before getting up, I look up and catch a confident, handsome man looking confused.
He was squinting his eyes as if to focus on me. Very few people could tell my sister and me apart; my face and body are slightly slimmer than hers. Other than that, it's copy and paste. I do have a few scars that she doesn't. I played a lot more rough than my prissy, snobby sister.
"How was your trip, Emily?" He asked me well, my sister. (My name is Scarlet)
"It was wonderful. Thanks for asking." I smile at him, having no earthly idea who the fuck he is.
My father says, "Alexander, did you miss your wife?"
He gives me clues nonchalantly.
The man in front of me screams danger. Run the other way! He is my pretend husband.
"Indeed." He still has his eyes and brows showing confusion.
"Well, if you want to, once I get inside, if you are hungry, I can make you some lunch," I said, looking at my watch.
I was not looking up at him, waiting for his reply.
"If you don't mind cooking for a couple of friends that are over?" He asked me again with a question.
I try not to read into his seemingly confused written face.
"Absolutely no problem! I'll just set my bags inside."
I say it with a big smile and start rolling my suitcase. To what feels like my impending doom.
"Bye, Dad, I love you," I try to say as convincingly as possible.
I haven't seen my sister in years. What is she even like? How do I know if I'm acting like her? Whatever, I won't have to wait long enough for them to even notice I'm not her. My dad drives off as I stroll into the house.
Wow. Breathtaking.
A maid comes by and says, "Miss, let me take your bags up to y'all's room."
I can't help but hear y'all of fucking course they share a fucking room they are married. What was I thinking?!
"Oh, thank you so much! I like your braid." I point to her braid.
She gives me a shocked expression before staring at me once more and taking the bag from my hand.
"Come on. My coworkers are waiting in the living room." He says this as I stand there. I didn't even know where the kitchen was to make food.
I followed behind his quick gate. His strides are long.
I stop at the kitchen, glancing to the side at the big men who sit around the table looking at paperwork. He walks in and closes the glass door.
He speaks to them and quickly glances at me. I wash my hands.
Hmm, I didn't ask if they wanted any specifics or had allergies.
I walk slowly to the glass door. Feeling multiple gazes on me and once again confused faces.
I knock once softly and say, "Come in."
"I'm super sorry about interrupting. I was wondering if anyone had any food allergies or anything before I made lunch for everyone." I ask, looking at them and waiting for their response.
"Just me, I have a shellfish allergy," a guy says.
"Okay, no worries. Thanks. Sorry again." I said, closing the door behind me and hearing muffled voices.
"Ti sto dicendo che non è mia moglie. Ho bisogno che tutti soprano cosa sta succedendo."
{I'm telling you that is not my wife. I need everyone to find out what's going on. }
"Sono d'accordo che tua moglie non cucinerebbe in questo momento. Odiava anche Atlas"
{i agree your wife not be would be cooking right now. She also hated Atlas}
"Non preoccuparti capo, scopriremo cosa sta succedendo," I hear another voice say as I cook.
{no worries, boss, we will find out what's going on}
I continued cooking, and the heavenly smell quickly filled the air.
My timer is beeping. I pulled the food out of the oven. Setting it on the stone and turning it off. I know the voices are Italian or Spanish, maybe. I am unsure of what they are even saying.
I grab myself a small plate and set it on the island. Knocking softly on the glass door once again.
They all look at me.
"Come in," he says, staring at me intently.
I open the door.
"Whenever you guys are ready, the food is ready," I say with a small smile that I am about to close the door.
"Don't close the door; we are right behind you," Alexander says.
I keep the door open, grab my small plate of food, and sit at the bar.
All the men stroll in to get their plates.
Alexander looks at my plate and looks even more iterated, taking my plate from in front of me. Adding more food and setting it back down without saying a word to me.
What the heck?
"You've lost weight on your little trip. You need to eat more. Is that how you have been eating since you were gone? If so, that's definitely why." He softly whispers to me.
"Oh no, I've just been homesick," I say as confidently as possible.
He takes a bite of food, moaning slightly.
"Dang, that's fucking good," he says, shoving his mouth with food.
He eventually gets up to go to the bathroom.
I turn to a random guy.
"Do you happen to have a phone I could please borrow? I promised my grandmother I would call her."
He looked appalled and confused before he handed me his phone.
"Thank you!" I said, hugging him quickly and calling my grandmother.
"Hey, grams it's me. How are you feeling?" I ask carefully, choosing my words.
"Not that good, sugar. The insurance isn't paying for my prescription anymore, so I'm in quite a bit of pain." My grandmother said it painfully.
"I'm sorry, grams. I should be able to help tomorrow use my card."
"Oh, honey, I know you don't get paid much as is. You don't have to do that." My grandmother said it pridefully.
"I insist on using my card in your wallet. Grams, I gotta go. I love you to the moon and beyond." I said quickly, seeing Alexander.
I handed the phone back.
I delete the phone call and hand the phone back.
"Thank you again," I say before getting up, scraping my food in the trash, and turning the water on to wash my plate.
"All'inizio non ero convinto, ma tua moglie, che mi odia, mi ha semplicemente ringraziato due volte e mi ha abbracciato."
I hear the guy I asked for his phone.
{I was unconvinced at first, but your wife, who hates me, just thanked me twice and hugged me.}
Alexander cleared his throat. "What are you doing?" His voice startled me, causing me to jump.
"Just wishing the dishes ?" I said I was not looking at him.
"I miei contatti mi hanno appena inviato alcune informazioni interessanti. La nostra ipotesi che non sia tua moglie potrebbe essere giusta. Sembra che tua moglie abbia una gemella."
{My contacts just sent over some intriguing information. Our hypothesis that she isn't your wife might be just right. It seems as though your wife has a twin. } The other voice said
The fact that all these men spoke English and were blatantly using a language I didn't understand bothered me.
He simply nods at his statement.
"Well. I understand you want to wash dishes, but the problem I have with you right now is that you threw all your food away." He says to me
"Well, you added more than I wanted," I say, still washing the dishes.
"But you didn't even eat half the amount you had on your plate initially." He says he is looking at me with his arms crossed.
My stomach was in knots; there wasn't any way my anxiety was crippling.
"I am just not hungry. I'm just feeling a bit under the weather." I was thinking of something that would explain the lack of intimacy as well.
"Humm," he says, walking over to me and placing his palm on my forehead. I move my head away. Frightened.
"You don't feel warm. Why don't you lay down?" He says
"I will once I'm done with these dishes." I am continually washing the dishes.
Before the water was shut off.
"Let me rephrase. Go lay down." He says he is crossing his arms.
I scoffed and turned the water back on.
"I said I would once I was done with these dishes."
"Oh, mia parola, ti ha davvero sfidato? Nonho mai visto nessuno farlo prima, one of the guys says.
{Oh my word, did she just defy you? I've never seen anyone do that before}
He turns off the water again before whispering in my ear.
"Go lay down. I'll have the maids finish the dishes. If I have to ask you again, I'll bend you over my knee, Emily." I drop the dish as I scurry off before my shoulder is grabbed.
"Kiss me, Emily," he smirked.
I don't want to kiss him. Certainly not after he just threatened me.
"As I already mentioned, I don't feel good," I say, trying to pull away.
"Yeah, Alexander, she doesn't feel good," the guy whose phone I borrowed said.
"Butt out of it, Tony. Before you say anything, Harry, that goes for you too."
Now that I know the other two men's names, it helps preserve my fake identity.
"Kiss me, Emily." He says it again.
I make no move to kiss him. He leans in, and I turn my head. He places a kiss on my cheek.
I hear a chuckle.
Tony says, "Sì, sicuramente non è tua moglie. Nonho mai visto nessuno evitare di toccarti come se avessi la peste."
{yeah, that's not your wife. I have never seen anyone avoid touching you like you have the plague}
Before I could make a move to get away, he grabbed my chin roughly and placed his lips hungrily upon mine.
I push him away. Before running away.
What the hell just happened? My sister's husband just fucking kissed me. I walked around looking for the room that had my bags. Finally finding it, I open my bag and get my book out. Closing the bag. I walk around until I see a patio outside. I walk outside and sit on the patio furniture as I open one of my books.
"I thought I told you to go lay down." Alexander is looking at me with crossed arms.
"I will once I'm done with this chapter," I said, looking back down at my book quickly.
I hear his feet shuffling before he takes the book from my hands and my bookmark, placing it inside the book where I was.
"No, I asked you to lay down, and if you don't feel good, you don't need to be outside in the cold."
He is practically dragging me inside with my hand.
Taking me up to the room, "our room,"
Here, I'll put your clothes up so you can lie down.
He says he is handing me the book again, gesturing to the bed.
He opens up my bag.
"Honey, did you grab someone else's clothes or go to the thrift store or something?"He asks me as he looks at my worn clothes.
I gulp. "Yeah, I went to the thrift store," I try to say convincingly.
"Well, I'll take you shopping for some new clothes tomorrow."
He says this as he shoves my clothes into the drawer.
"That's not necessarily true; I have clothes. Thanks though."I say it with a small smile.
"I wasn't asking; I was telling you. We are going to get you more clothes." He says, looking at me.
"Well, I won't wear them, so don't bother," I say, snapping; he's not getting the hint.
"Well, I guess I'll just have to throw away your old clothes you brought then, huh?" He says it angrily before walking out the door and slamming it shut.
