Total pages in book: 176
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 558(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 558(@300wpm)
Twins.
Ruen had a twin sister.
They were identical and yet like night and day. While Ruen was comfortable showing off her skin, her twin was covered from her neck to her toes in a modest white nightgown.
If it weren’t for the hair, tattoo, and piercings, no one would ever be able to tell them apart.
“H-hey.” I waved awkwardly.
“This is my sister Remedy,” Ruen introduced. And then Ruen began gesturing with her hands again while speaking aloud. “Remedy, Atlas.”
Once again, it took me a second to catch on. Ruen was signing.
My gaze flew to Remedy, who only smiled in greeting and held out the neatly folded clothes in her arms.
I slowly took them and realized they were mine.
She must have washed them for me.
Meeting her patient gaze, I gratefully returned her smile. “Thank you.”
With hands now free, Remedy quickly signed her response, so I looked to Ruen to translate, and she smirked at my helplessness. “She said you’re welcome.”
“I didn’t see you at the party last night,” I said to Remedy.
“That’s because she wasn’t,” Ruen answered while signing something to her sister. “Not her scene.”
“Oh.”
Feeling awkward while they signed back and forth, I quietly excused myself, my brain recalling the tiny en suite where I sought refuge while Ruen filled her sister in.
On the way to the party last night, I’d detoured and stopped at the motel long enough to shower and change into the dress and heels I now quickly threw on.
The room was quiet when I left the bathroom.
Ruen and Remedy were nowhere to be found, but I could hear their voices drifting up from downstairs, so I took the opportunity to look around for my purse and phone.
I eventually found them both hiding underneath the bed. My phone screen lit up, and I blew out a breath at all the notifications waiting for me.
Three of them were missed calls from Pride of Kings, along with a voice message. I skipped listening to the voicemail and glanced at the time instead.
One thirteen in the afternoon.
Shit.
My stomach sank, and the next moment, I sprinted from Ruen’s chaotic bedroom and down the stairs. I made it to the last step before I remembered the shop closed at noon on Saturdays.
“I’d tell you there’s no rush for you to leave, but it looks like you just realized that all on your own.”
I paused my panic to look over and found Ruen standing in the arched doorway that looked like it led into the kitchen. She was now dressed in a graphic tee with Snoop Dogg’s face that reached the top of her brown thighs as she leaned a supple shoulder against the doorjamb and watched me with no expression.
“I missed my shift at work.”
“Then there’s no reason you can’t say for breakfast.” She smirked. “Rem made pancakes.”
Blueberry pancakes from the delightful smell drifting from the kitchen. I loved blueberry pancakes. “I…” I swallowed down what I wanted to say and made the only responsible decision I’d managed in the last twenty-four hours. “I should go.”
Ruen didn’t reply as she pushed away from the wall and slowly crossed the small foyer. My body tensed, thinking she’d ambush me where I stood by the stairs, but at the last minute, she hooked a left and headed for the front door.
I released a breath, but then an image of Rowdy and how he would have tried to bully me into staying flashed before my eyes, and I was left even more confused when my skin flushed.
I followed Ruen to the open door and turned to say goodbye as soon I stepped onto the porch and was caught off guard when her lips crashed into mine, stealing the awkward goodbye I had all queued up.
Ruen’s kiss was confident and demanding yet gentle enough to make it clear I could end it at anytime—not at all aggressive, filthy, or disrespectful like how I imagined Rowdy’s would be.
The most confusing part was when I didn’t want to admit, not even to myself, which method of seduction I preferred.
Ruen’s tongue licked the seam of my lips, and I found myself answering her silent request with a noise I wasn’t ready to define. At the first stroke of her tongue against mine, I fisted the front of her T-shirt to pull her closer. We were almost matched in height, with Ruen a little taller, so our bodies lined up perfectly, allowing me to feel her hardened nipples brushing against my own.
As if she knew I was ready to throw caution to the wind and let her take me back upstairs, Ruen broke the connection, and my eyes slowly drifted open to see her watching me with that cruel, cocky glint in her eye.
“Ummm…”
“Let me know if you’re ever curious to see what else I can do with my mouth.”
I blinked, and a moment later, the bitch stepped back and slammed the door in my face. I was left reeling from more than just that confusing kiss as I stumbled down the street to my car in a daze.