Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25463 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25463 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
In a flash, my dick’s out and I’ve seized the imposter’s shoulders, shaking her back and forth as her head bounces like a rag doll.
“Where’s my girlfriend?” I hiss. “Who the fuck are you?”
She squeals.
“I’m Paisley!” she protests. “Stop shaking me because my veneers are going to get chipped.”
That makes me stop and stare at her.
“Paisley doesn’t have veneers. At least not since last night, when I saw her.”
The blonde shoots me a dirty look.
“What’s your problem? Maybe I got veneers this afternoon because I didn’t want coffee-stained teeth anymore,” she sniffs. “Sheesh, you’re so suspicious!”
But I merely shake my head again, staring daggers at this woman.
“Who. The Fuck. Are you?” I roar. “And where the fuck is Paisley? What have you done with her?”
The blonde woman rolls her eyes before pulling down her skirt and covering that sloppy pussy. It wasn’t sloppy, to be honest, it was just different, and I could feel it with my cock. I know without a doubt that this woman is an imposter, and rage rises in my veins again.
“Where is she?” I almost scream now, spittle flying from my lips. “Tell me, or so help me god, I’m going to strangle you!”
The woman merely sighs while flipping a lock of blonde hair over her shoulder.
“My twin sister is indisposed, okay? She sent me here in her place. I’m Pamela. Nice to meet you.”
I squint at her.
“Are you fucking kidding me? An identical twin? Paisley never said anything about that.”
But now that I stare at Pamela, I can see that this woman is indeed my girlfriend’s identical twin. They’re the same height, with the same features and long blonde hair, although this female has obviously had some nips and tucks done. Her nose is slightly more refined at the tip, and she’s got big, fluttery false eyelashes on. Not only that, but now, the boob job is obvious to me. Paisley’s a gorgeous, natural Double D-cup, whereas this woman is probably an F or an H.
“You’re her twin?” I stammer in a disbelieving voice. “Holy shit.”
The woman nods, not at all embarrassed.
“Listen, Paisley was feeling out of it, so she said I should come instead.”
I snort.
“There’s no way Paisley would do that. Where is she? What have you done with her?”
The woman blows out another exasperated breath.
“Jeez, you’re so suspicious, and we just met too! My sister’s fine, okay? She’s just at her dorm sleeping off a pill I gave her. It’s no big deal. I take that stuff to fall asleep every night. She’ll be okay.”
I seize her shoulders again.
“You drugged my girlfriend?”
The blonde rolls her eyes again.
“It’s not like that,” she pouts. “God, you’re so dramatic! You’re practically twisting my words too. I just slipped a couple of pills into her coffee, and she drank them down. It’s not like I even meant to! She looked tired from school, and hanging out with you, and all the babysitting, so I thought I’d help her sleep using chemicals okay? It’s not a huge deal, so calm down.”
That’s it. I have no more time for this bitch who just drugged my girlfriend using god knows what. Immediately, I turn and practically run from my townhouse.
“Get out!” I thunder as I leave the house. “Don’t ever come back!”
The blonde picks up her purse and swings it over one shoulder as she follows me down the stoop.
“So touchy!” she whines again. “What, my pussy wasn’t tight enough for a big stud like you?”
But her words fall on deaf ears because I don’t care what Pamela wants, or where she’s going. All I know is that my girlfriend has been drugged against her will, and it’s up to me to save her.
CHAPTER 11
Brad
“Paisley! Paisley!” I thunder while banging on her dorm room door. “Open up!”
Unfortunately, there’s no sign of life from inside, and a couple students walking by shoot suspicious glares my way. But I’m not giving up, and I don’t care if I look like a lunatic breaking down my woman’s door.
“Paisley!” I yell again. “Please, sweetheart, wake up!”
Finally, a young girl with pink hair and perfectly circular glasses approaches me.
“Are you that old guy Paisley’s been dating?” the woman asks, squinting up at me. This girl is dressed like a fairy complete with a pair of gossamer wings, but I suppose you can wear anything to class these days.
“Yes, I’m Brad Landry,” I say in a tight voice. “Listen, do you know where maintenance is? I need to get this door open because Paisley’s inside and needs my help. I’m her boyfriend. Or do you have a key?”
The girl lets out an exasperated sigh.
“Of course, I don’t have a key. Only Paisley would have that, duh,” she says. “But I guess I can help you if you really are her boyfriend,” she says in a slow voice.