TWINSIN(LOVINGTHEWRONGTWIN)

Samantha's pov

I jerked awake at the sound of the alarm, I groaned as I stretched to turn it off, it was time for yoga exercise. I glanced at the clock and gasped at the time but the coldness in the house showed Rob wasn't home yet.

My mind went back to that dream. I had seen him again. He claimed me, pinning me to the wall, holding my legs high till I reached an orgasm, I quickly smacked my forehead to forget about it — he was my brother's twin brother and he was definitely off limits.

Being sex starved and being a stay at home wife wasn't part of my marriage plan but Rob always somehow had something to do at the last minute leaving me alone, the phone rang — I sighed it was Rob, of course he always called to make excuses.I picked to listen to his usual excuse.

“I'll be working late today, I love you” he said and hung up before I could say anything.

“At least he's working” I muttered, grabbing a glass of water beside me and drowning it in one go. I always made excuses for him in my head each day each time — I couldn't quit. I loved Rob more than anything.

My mind went back to my husband's twin.

“Diego” I muttered, my hands already going down — I forced myself to stay calm, Robert wasn't cheating and here I was about to cheat on him emotionally.

What kind of wife are you? I reprimanded myself, to stop myself actually doing what I had in mind, I quickly started practicing yoga, while facing the city house.

My phone rang before I could finish, I sighed an unknown number — I ignored it but it rang a second time making it hard to ignore.

“Ma'am” a voice whispered “your husband is here at a hotel”.

“Yeah he's working” I answered uninterested.

The voice turned cold “Eko hotels… be here if you want to know the truth” the person hung up.

I sighed and tossed the phone aside and continued with yoga but something just didn't feel right — and I couldn't shake that feeling off.

“Trust your husband”

I sighed and continued with yoga, my ankle suddenly snapped as I tried to steady my feets, I groaned in pain as I fell back.

“Arghhhh that hurts” I mummured and tended to it, blowing softly — my eyes watered at the thought of actually not having my husband.

“Fuck”

I got a wipe nearby and cleaned my tears, I wasn't going to cry no Rob is busy at his office and…God why am I even thinking about this.

My phone buzzed nearby, I sighed frustrated and turned to smash it… seeing the caller ID I relaxed — it was Tiffany but what is she doing here I thought she was chilling in Maldives.

“Girl what's up”

“Where the hell are you at ..been ringing the doorbell and where is your staff?”she ranted.

I robbed my forehead trying not to sound rude “sorry about that I'll be down in a sec”

Standing up became a problem, I had to drag my feet to the elevator and down to the door, immediately the door lock clicked, Tiff burst-in almost sending me flying.

“Seriously girl you almost killed me!”

“Serves you right” she snorts and closed it with a soft click.

“Oh my gosh” she exclaimed, touching my forehead.

“What…what?” I asked startled eyes popped out.

“Well looks like you're burning up, don't worry I got you girl— let me show you exactly what you look like”.

She pulled out a mirror from her bag and shot it in my face, making me startled.

“Girl seriously…can you take it easy” I pause, my face looks pale and my lips look too patched.

“Has he been beating?” tiff suddenly asks.

I don't let her complete it “No…girl no you know he can't do that”.

“So why the hell in God's fucking name are you looking like a plup, you better have a good explanation”.

“Calm down, let's sit”.

She pulls me to a seat, excited.

“Thought you said you were going to have the time of your life after your divorce why are you back in New York”.

“Girll you know that's not the question here” she heaves “s God help me if you don't tell me what's going on I'm going to find Rob and teach him a really good lesson”.

I raise my hand in surrender”okay fine I…” my phone rings interrupting me, I hesitate seeing it's that strange number again.

Before I can hang up, tiff grabs the phone and picks — then puts it on loudspeaker.

“Imma tell you” her words stop as the sounds from the phone fill the room.

I can hear it loud and clear a woman mourning Rob's name, his silent grunt…I can hear the sound of their flesh meeting in pleasure. Tiff's mouth hangs open mine clasped with my hand in shock. The call drops, no one says anything.

“Girl don't tell me that's” tiff breaks the silence.

“It is”

I stand and grab the car keys from near the fireplace and exit the house…tiff runs after me holding on to her precious jacket as we hop into the car, I quickly slam on the engines and speed off.

“Can you calm down, you're really speeding up? I know I like speed but this is”.

“Tiff not now” I interrupt.

“Okay” she says using her hands to pin her mouth, but she doesn't stay silent for too long “okay am sorry the last question where are we going to”.

“The hotel” I replied.

“You knew about this?”.

“No..I mean yes..no, okay someone called me and talked about Rob being in a hotel and even tipped off the address…I I thought it was just a prank or something but I can't focus Tiff I need to see it I need evidence”.

“Am right by your side” she assures.

We pull over in front of the hotel, I practically jump out the car — tiff quickly opens up her phone and prepares to go live.

Today I was going to show the world what Rob has been hiding. I was poor. Yes, he picked me up from the gutters. Yes, that was his constant reminder but Momma taught me to bite back when bitten and Rob Blackwell had just bitten me.

“The room number please” the receptionist asked.

I pull out my sunglasses and give her an intimidating stare “I'm sure you know where he is… either you spill it or” I let my words dangle just enough to send fear into her.

“Of course.. I'm sorry Mrs blackwell” she apologizes and hands me the room card.

I smirk and take it dangling like a weapon as we approach the room. Tiffany goes live, I take in deep breaths ready for the outcome.

“I am strong”

“I am brave”

“Girl seriously” tiff interrupts me “ I'm live here”

I mouth an oh “but momma taught me..”

“Can you just open the damn door we can't have her hiding before we get the clip” she cuts in eagerly.

I roll my eyes and swipe the keypad, the door flies open before I even touch it.

Automatic I guess

“Holy Molly” Tiff screams.

Rob is holding her up while pounding, I watch their position and can't help but give out a bitter laugh..he hadn't touched me in a year nothing and now he was with another woman trying the same position I had begged and pleaded for.

Tiff rushed over zooming in for her live viewers..by now I was sure half the city was watching.

They both stood shocked, Rob stammered trying to get his words and the so called girl his secretary she gave a sly smile trying to pound on him, but he threw her on the bed trying to rush over.

Tiffany stood in front of him, her camera pointed, giving him no chance to come near. He quickly grabbed a pillow and covered his dick, his expression cold — it wasn't shame, it was anger. I could see it clearly.

I smiled, walked over “pathetic” I whispered then turned and walked off with tiff giggling beside me.