Contract Marriage with My Twin Sister's Boyfriend

"W-What— Let me out." Confused I said. I gazed up at him in admiration as he threw his shirt onto the floor. His chest was well-built, with a small spattering of hair, and his six-pack looked like something from a fitness magazine.

"Why?" What?!

"I'm going out. Y-You're blocking the door." I averted my gaze because of the intensity I could see in his eyes. What is he doing? And most of all, what is his intention?! I can't read him, damn it! "Fine! I'll just turn around."

I shuddered to turn away from it. If that's what he's up to, I can't give it up. I don't want him to think he's my weakness. I need to fight my feelings for him. But why is my body screaming differently? He wants me to face Dylan and whatever it wants to happen. I shook my head to clear my mind of its imperfect body.

I stiffened when something warm and soft stuck to my shoulder. I sighed when I felt his breath in my ear. "You're so cold to me."

I dealt with him quickly. "W-What—"

His lips sealed over mine. His mouth covered mine, stopping any more words from getting out. I don’t know who pushed me to turn a blind eye and put both my hands on its shoulders. I had to push him, but I couldn’t. I melt in his arms. His arms wrapped around my waist and pressed even harder on me.

Why is he doing this to me? Is he punishing me?

He pressed me against the wall the closer our bodies were. It lowered the strap of my dress.

Why am I responding to his touch?! God, I'm dying for his touch! I don’t know how many times I thought about when I would handle Dylan like this?

His kiss felt on my neck, I moaned at the bite he made there. I tugged at his hair and it tightened even more as he came down to my collarbone.

He stopped kissing me and then stared me in the eyes. My cheeks get hot. We both gasped. Is this a dream come true? Am I starting to have a space in her heart?

A corner of his lips lifted and looked down at my chest. "That's okay. So, Skyler knows where he's going."

I was confused by what he said. He walked away but he was still staring at me seriously. I looked at myself in the mirror just near the door. My eyes widened when I saw the red hickeys on my neck and chest. I blushed in anger.

"You son of a b*tch!" I would come over here and be slapped if Dylan hadn’t just caught my hand.

"No, Luna. You're the bitch." He said. Even though I was hurt by what he said, I didn't notice. "That's just a sign, even if I don't like you. You're still mine."

"Get your hands off me, Dylan!" I forcefully withdraw my hands.

Dylan let go of my hands but immediately grabbed my arm. "You love me 'don't you? If you love me, you'll follow everything I want!"

How did he find out about how I felt about him?

"You think, I don't know about that? I read the letter Camille left for you." I was shocked at what it said.

"Did you come into my room?"

"That room is part of my house. I'll do everything I want to do with my property."

I was so bitten on my lower lip. "I know you'll never love me back."

"You're right." This promise is weak.

"I'm not forcing myself on you. I've given up on you, Dylan. I'm just waiting for the day when you release the annulment papers so you can leave and find Camille. She's the one you love, I'm just her substitute. " I bent down and said, tears quickly dripping from my eyes. This is the first time Dylan and I have talked in such a long time.

Its grip on my arm gradually loosened. "You're not her substitute. I've never looked at you that way."

I looked up. "Huh?"

"You cry a lot. You're clumsy. You don't know how to stand for yourself. You know how to cook, it was delicious." He ate the food I made for him. "You're a total opposite of her. Which is why I won't fall in love with you."