Page 27 of The Twins

“You cried?” I instantly ask Grey.

She nods eagerly. “I-I got my period.”

“You did?!” My jaw drops. “That’s… Fifteen months of regular periods?”

Grey nods, giving me life with her kisses. From my eyebrows to my cheeks, the side of my mouth, my nose… I’m delighted.

So much that I forget about the other people at our table until the Queen of Katantia clears her throat.

“Are you okay? She touched you,” I whisper to my sugar puff. She nods, leaning into me to cuddle in front of everyone. I give her that. She’s grown into a woman that loves to cuddle, and I welcome it. Fuck. It’s better than her refusing any type of intimacy because she’s scared of us.

I’d never hurt my sugar puff.

Quite on the contrary.

I risked it all for her.

“Why is Kamila upset?” Grey asks. Kamila and her man exchange a couple of whispers. He touches her, soothes her. She is under duress. He’s a band-aid like we are, trying to keep everything together. Trying to heal the fucking wounds others left on our women.

“You don’t remember?” I counter, addressing Kamila. It would make sense. From her therapy sessions, we understand that some moments with Martí were so traumatic that she has blocked them out entirely.

“Remember what?” Kamila hisses. Behind her and her man, the hostesses gasp. Some of the other staff are visibly alerted. It’s safe to say we won’t be returning to this restaurant.

“Grey is Amira Romero, widow of Máximo Martí,” I reveal. Grey swallows at the mention of her dead ex, but she’s in a place right now where she can endure hearing his name.

“Excuse me?!” Kamila all but shrieks.

Grey flinches at her new bestie’s outburst while safely tucked away in my arms.

“The woman you just shoved? That’s Amira Romero. Remember your baby brother’s college dicksucking graduation party?” I tease her with a sinister gaze.

“No… Shit!” Kamila’s shoulders slump.

“What party?” Grey asks, confusing the fuck out of me, but I don’t blame her.

“Nothing, sugar puff. Don’t worry about it,” I assure my woman, because I don’t want to cause an episode in a restaurant full of people we don’t know.

“I forget as well,” Kamila blurts out. “It happens to me, too. Certain events hurt me so much that I forgot them.”

Over her shoulder, Grey gazes at Kamila. It’s a longing gaze, full of hope. Is my woman jealous or aspiring to be like the Queen of Katantia?

“I don’t know anything about Katantia,” Grey admits, her eyes drifting away from Kamila. But Grey should remember. Seven years ago, she was right there in Katantia by her husband’s side. Her having no recollection at all of the trip doesn’t surprise me.

“When you visited, I gave you and your… Whatever he was, a tour. You… You should remember, but it’s better that you don’t recall,” Kamila says. She was the princess at the time, and she had her own mess to deal with. There’s hurt in Kamila’s eyes. It stings me.

Her man holds her hand. His exterior is fierce, but he’s rattled by what happened today. Public outbursts like this shouldn’t be part of his everyday life. He’s a rich dude, right? Scandals wouldn’t do him any good.

I doubt he’s affected by the scandal of it all.

It’s the woman.

It’s always the woman.

At least, it should be.

“Sugar puff, I’ve been keeping a secret,” I confess. I suppress my guilt, the worry of how she’ll react. If I open my mouth, this can and most likely will go wrong.

“What is it?” Grey asks, but I see that she doesn’t want to know.

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