TWINSIN(LOVINGTHEWRONGTWIN)

Samantha's pov

Arghh my head hurts, I still feel like I am dreaming and ouch I feel like shit, groaning. I gradually open my eyes to take in my surroundings — the memories from last night start rushing in. Rob's affair, the bar, and Diego my eyes popped out jeez.

My hands feel around the bed and sure he's on the other side.

“Arghhhh” I shriek, kicking him off the bed, he lands on the floor with a loud thud and groans.

“Is that what I get as a thank you”.

I ignore him and look to check if my clothes are still intact, but instead am left with tithes and ohh my gosh.

“Did we do it?” I ask, glancing at my clothes on the floor.

“Do what?” He smirks clearly enjoying this.

“Sex sexxxxxxxxx did we?”

“Am anything but a snatcher, I might hate Rob's guts but touching what he's touched nahh”.

I rolled my eyes noting the disgust in his voice “ you didn't have to say that”.

“You sounded so sure,” he shrugged, standing to pack up.

“So why are you here?”.

“You clearly don't remember do you” he squints his eyes

“Remember what?”

“Last night” he pauses then mimicks “don't leave me if you do am going to kill myself”.

I hid my face in embarrassment “did I really say that?”

“Wait that's not the best part” he chuckles then continues “you know fuck me, fuck my brains…”

“Stop” I cut in embarrassed “now can you turn around I need to change”.

“You were comfortable doing that yesterday,” he smirks.

“You..aughhh”

Suddenly the door burst open and tiff hurried in, her hair disheveled, her clothes barely fixed and one of her lashes almost falling off.

“Girllll I thought something happened to you”. She said hurrying over to pull me into a hug.

She smelt like strawberry mixed with alcohol and nausea with sperm jeez.

“Good morning tiff” I managed to say, from her chokeholding hug. “If you don't mind, can you let go, ermm , you're choking me”.

“Oh sorry” she said, releasing me “I was worried about you”.

“First of all thank you for worrying about me… and second girl you smell like sex”.

“Huh huh” she chuckled, turning around “ I met a lion yesterday grhhh” she imitated with her hands, then plunged on the bed — her eyes made contact with Diego.

“Oh you mother fucking cheat” she screamed and rushed towards him.

“No no no tiff” I screamed but she was already on the run. I could only watch hoping she wouldn't hit him, fortunately Diego caught her in time.

“Let go of me” she protested, trying to wiggle out.

“Tiff he's Diego not Rob jeez” I smacked my forehead.

He released her and she swayed almost hitting the ground, great she was still drunk.

“Tiff, you're still drunk” I sighed.

“ Y'all should get your fucking names tattooed on your forehead”.

Diego gave a cold glance and walked out obviously not wanting any part in our drama.

“Girl did you do it” tiff squealed blushing.

“Do what?”

“Have sex dummy”.

“Does it look like it?”.

She took a look at me, calculating her hands on her chin.

“Now what are you doing?” I groaned.

“Checking to see like you said”.

“Aughhh fineee we didn't do anything besides he thinks am too disgusting because I'm Rob's wife”

“What..he said that”.

“No he acted that way”

Tiff's mouth formed an oh, then she brushed it off — I quickly packed my clothes and fixed them, got a pair of sunglasses on the shelf and hurried out praying reporters weren't anywhere close.

“Quit acting that way, your home” tiff said, plunging into the couch.

“I know”

Silence stretched between us, my mind went back to Rob. I didn't return to the penthouse. I knew he'd be waiting probably with a group of reporters to play the victim, I needed something to bring the perfectly built Rob down and…

“I think I have an idea” tiff speaks up.

“An idea for what?”

“To bring down Rob”.

“Where you thinking what I was thinking”

“Maybe’ She shrugged “the video; it hit 20 billion views and right now the public’s opinion is perseck either way it's in our favor”.

“So what are you saying?”. I asked confused.

“I'm saying we know how this plays out, Rob plays the victim in public and then you accept him back and probably the video gets taken down even before people can judge”

“Soooo…”

“So I'm saying what if you play the victim…what if you give the public something stronger to ruin him”.

“Public opinions don't hold the stocks tiff”.

“But what if the stocks crash, what if the public is driven more perseck and the company he so much cherishes goes down the drain”.

“Oh my gosh Rossi won't like this” my eyes widened.

“The old man is 1 foot to his grave, he should go already” tiff says, rolling her eyes dramatically.

“Okay fine but we need a plan”.

“I think you got one” tiff smiles knowingly.

“Now that smile isn't one of my best cause you have something up your sleeves now what in heavens name are you planning”

Tiffs smile widens as she grabs my hands “no it's what in heavens name are you planning my friend”

“Okay seriously spill” I say totally confused.

“Sleep with his brother” tiff blurts.

“No absolutely no”. I protest removing her hands from mine.

“Come on tiff.. I mean look at it from the bright side you've always wanted his cock and besides we could use him… if you get him in bed it's much easier to play the victim”.

“Tiff it's a no”.

She sighs and leans back on the couch “I guess you don't want to get back at Rob and you want to end up with nothing after the divorce”.

I know she's tempting me — but then Mama's voice flashes in my head.

*Men are like dogs you pet too much they get too wild…you bite with them they surrender*.

“Fine” I said determined “I'll do it I'll make Rob Blackwell pay for his fucking affair”.

“Yes” tiff jumps in excitement “now that's the spirit”.

I nod, nervous and happy at the same time… my phone binged a message I click open. It's a message from Rossi.

*Be at the estate in five minutes*.

I know what comes next, he wants me to settle but this time I am done settling.

“Tiff” I called “do you by chance have a hot rock wardrobe I need to show some oldie who's in control”.

Her mouth hangs for a second in disbelief, she screams, stands , does a quick dance then pauses in front of me with a mock bow “of course your Highness”.