Page 12 of The Twins

And my style is unique, like my attitude.

It’s one thing that my abilities leave in peace.

I’m a nineties lover. From Spice Girls to Boyz II Men. Even Oasis. Give me all the drama and juice.

“If I didn’t know you, I’d think you were trying to get in my panties with this music,” she says, her fingertips tapping on the window absentmindedly.

“Sugar puff, you don’t wear panties,” I remind her, and she squeezes her delicious thighs together. Since we don’t trust vales in our family, we spend extra time looking for a spot.

We don’t waste much time. I’m the lucky guy in the family, always in the right place at the right time. I check for cameras, suspicious people. I memorize the location, some of the cars that drive by. As soon as you land in an area in LA where the pavement’s all shiny and new, you know that you can lower your guard just a tiny bit.

There are no personal belongings or any clues as to who we are in this car… I reset the Bluetooth settings each time we exit. But having to buy new cars every other month gets tiring.

Grey might be social media famous in Los Angeles, but our family is lowkey. For Tara and Charles’s jobs with the LAPD, it’s a requirement.

I jog over to Grey’s door, and I open it for her, taking in every move she makes as she steps out of the car. Her dress reaches mid-thigh. It’s killing me to have her next to me, swaying on her feet like she does when she’s nervous.

Once I shut the door, she pulls me close, and she joins us in a kiss in the middle of the road. Dangerous, but I love it. My dick’s already hungry for my sugar puff, but I tell him to back the fuck off.

Tonight, while Daddy Charles, my big brother Remo, and Tara are busy with their Pedo Perv Task Force that’s shaking up Hollywood, I take out my sugar puff to romance her. She hates date nights, but I love doting on her and showing her off.

She’ll get used to having a simple night out one day.

That day, she won’t look over her shoulder in fear of being caught by bad people. She won’t tremble in her seat, scared of what I’ll do if she says something wrong.

The truth is my sugar puff can do no wrong.

She could poison me with her lips, send me to an early death.

And I’d take it.

Grey doesn’t have to fear for her life anymore. We take care of that for her.

“Your lips taste so fruity,” I whisper to her, dying to mess up all her lip gloss. Her shy tongue battles mine. She’s determined to shower me with more love. I don’t let her. I scoop her up, and I take us into safety.

When her arms wrap around me, holding on to me like I’m her salvation, it’s like an injection of life. She’s my favorite drug, and I’m needy for her.

“You like it? It’s new in the market. I’ve got a sponsorship—”

“Don’t talk business unless you want to fuck in front of everyone in this car. We’ll get arrested for public indecency, and I won’t care. I’d die for your pussy, sugar puff. You better remember that,” I let her know, and she chuckles into my embrace.

We stroll down the street, taking a couple of turns to reach the restaurant.

There’s no breeze at this time of day, but I don’t mind. Next to my sugar puff, I’m used to the heat.

I love her.

I’m a lovesick fool. I don’t regret a minute of it.

The Japanese restaurant welcomes us into its airconditioned haven, and while we wait for the hostess, I acclimatize myself with my company’s new scent. In case anything should happen, which it won’t, I need to memorize every detail of my sugar puff.

The hostess joins us in a black suit, checking her fancy tablet without greeting us.

“Vegas White,” I say, and the hostess hoists up her jaded gaze.

“I’m sorry, but we’re closed today,” the hostess reveals.

Grey presses my hand, signaling at me. We should leave, she says. Grab a pizza and fuck on the sofa while Charles and Remo are out.

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