Twin’s Game

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My boyfriends half-Russian brother never liked me. But while his older brother was away on a business trip, the younger twin dyed his golden-brown hair pitch black, showed up at my door in the dead of night, and tried to seduce me.

He wanted to prove just how shallow I was, assuming I wouldn't even be able to tell them apart.

I looked at the 6-foot-2, hard-muscled college athlete standing outside my door and plastered a look of pure surprise on my face.

I pointed toward a package, hinting at the kinky outfit Victor had always flat-out refused to wear for me.

"Victor, babe, the stuff you bought just arrived."

"Did you plan this on purpose? You have to wear it for me tonight, okay?"

Felix maintained his brothers signature ice-cold expression, but a flicker of sheer panic betrayed his blue eyes.

"I... bought this?"

"Yeah, and you also got..." I blinked, looking at him with feigned confusion. "Don't you usually love playing these games with me?"

"Why are you acting so weird today?"

Felix clearly hadn't prepared for this. He probably never imagined that his aloof, untouchable CEO brother was into such twisted bedroom games in private.

His Adam's apple bobbed heavily. He swallowed hard and decided to commit to the bit.

"I do like... this stuff. I'm just a little surprised you're being so forward tonight, baby."

"Since you came all this way to surprise me, I obviously have to return the favor."

Biting the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing, I shoved him toward the walk-in closet. "Hurry up and change. I'll be waiting."

Fifteen minutes later, the closet door clicked open.

My eyes immediately lit up.

I had to admit, Felix's physique was just as sculpted as his brother's. His hard pecs and defined abs looked incredibly sinful pressing against the sheer, black mesh fabric.

His naturally pale face was flushed violently red all the way to the tips of his ears. He couldn't even bring himself to meet my eyes.

"Ahem. So, does it look the same as usual?"

I knew he was secretly recording this, so I deliberately ignored his question. Leaning in close to his ear, I whispered in my softest voice, "You are being such a good boy for me today."

Felix let out a muffled groan, his entire body going rigid in an instant.

I smirked. With a swift click, I locked his wrists into the padded cuffs.

"What are you doing?" Felix was genuinely stunned now.

"Didn't you always say this is how you like it best?"

Before he could process that, I quickly discovered that the twins were equally, incredibly gifted in certain departments. I let out a soft, breathy laugh.

"You really didn't lie to me, babe..."

The corners of Felix's eyes were burning red. He interrupted me in a complete panic.

"Ba... baby, can we pause for a second? I'm not feeling too well today."

I raised an eyebrow. He was already in this deep, and he still refused to confess and apologize?

Then he couldn't blame me for taking my revenge all the way to the finish line.

"What hurts? You feel exactly the same as usual..."

Before I could even finish my sentence, his lips crashed down, silencing me completely.

The next day, I slept until nearly noon, waking up with my entire body feeling sore and delightfully weak.

The other side of the bed was, of course, empty.

The thought of Felix fleeing at the crack of dawn, totally unaware that his brother and I had actually already broken up, made me want to laugh out loud.

I took a moment to savor the memory of his flushed, desperate expressions from last night.

Thinking of Victor, I suddenly remembered that right after I sent him the breakup text yesterday, Felix had shown up before I even got a reply.

I reached for my phone on the nightstand.

Swiping the screen unlocked it, and my heart skipped a beat. There were over a hundred unread notifications crowding the screen.

Almost all of them were from Victor.

[Sienna, what the hell do you mean, break up? Are you playing hard to get?]

[This tactic won't work on me. I'm busy. I don't have time for these childish games.]

[It's been ten minutes. Why aren't you replying?]

...

[Baby, I'm booking a flight back right now. We'll talk face to face, okay?]

[Missed FaceTime call] x 10

[Why won't you answer my calls?]

[I do not accept this breakup. Baby, please just talk to me.]

And then another massive wall of missed video calls.

I stared at the screen, utterly shocked.

This manic, obsessive text bombing was completely out of character for the usually composed, icy Victor Kensington.

Even back when we were at Stanford, Victor was famously unapproachable. Anyone who tried to get close was met with a freezing, "Not interested. I don't do relationships."

That changed a year after graduation.

To rebel against his family's arranged marriage plans, Victor needed a smart, cooperative fake girlfriend. I had worked with him on an AI project under the same professor, and since I was currently consulting for his tech firm, I became the perfect candidate.

In the beginning, I admit I had my own romantic fantasies about him.

But reality set in quickly.

Whenever Victor took me back to the suffocating environment of the Kensington estate, he would act incredibly affectionate, calling me "baby" just to put on a show for his father and Felix.

But in private, his texts and conversations were always just a few cold, sterile words. On special occasions, he just had his assistant buy me some random limited-edition bag from a luxury brand.

No warmth. Just clinical detachment.

The only time he wasn't cold was when we were in bed.

But trying to get him to do what I tricked Felix into doing last night? Impossible.

"This kind of trash is for a lapdog. What the hell do you take me for?" he had growled that night, his voice dark and rough as he punished me for the suggestion well into the early morning hours.

Lately, Victor had crossed the line.

Before this New York trip, he ghosted me for half a month. When he finally reappeared, he offered zero explanations and actively avoided me.

Who could endure that kind of freezing out?

So, after a lot of painful thinking, I finally pulled the plug.

I glanced down at the timestamps on Victor's replies. The first one came exactly ten minutes after I sent the breakup text.

That was weird.

It was 10:00 AM in New York. Victor was supposed to be in a crucial, high-stakes board meeting all morning. Knowing his ruthless work ethic, he would never deal with personal drama during business hours.

Felix knew this too, which was why he felt safe impersonating his brother to give me a "surprise" last night.

So why did Victor not only reply, but completely lose his mind spamming me with calls? And this business trip was supposed to last at least two weeks. How could he possibly fly back right now just to talk?

I frowned and typed back quickly.

[Victor, we are breaking up, not getting a divorce.]

[I don't need your approval.]

[And stop calling me baby. You've never treated me like one.]

I hit send, then immediately blocked his number.

That afternoon, I booked a spa day with my best friends, went shopping, and treated myself to an amazing dinner.

My mood finally lifted.

But the moment I walked up to my apartment, I found a very sulky, mixed-race puppy glaring at my door.

Felix hadn't dyed his hair back to golden-brown yet, but he had taken out the dark contacts, revealing his piercing, ocean-blue eyes. He had ditched the tailored dress shirt for a black oversized hoodie and dark cargo pants.

The difference in their auras was instantly obvious.

I felt a sudden rush of amusement and let a small smile touch my lips.

"Felix? What are you doing here? Didn't you know your brother is on a business trip?"

Felix's blue eyes looked ready to shoot fire.

The second I opened the door, he pushed inside, backing me against the entryway console.

"Cut the act, Sienna. You knew it wasn't my brother last night, didn't you?"

I let out a soft snort of laughter.

"So what if I did? Weren't you the one who showed up at my door to seduce me?"

Felix's face flushed a deep crimson.

"I didn't plan for that to happen! And you tricked me into wearing that sick outfit! I betrayed my brother, but do you honestly think you're innocent in this?"

Seeing him look like he was going to die of guilt was satisfying enough. I decided I had tortured him enough and hummed lightly.

"Your brother and I already broke up. Otherwise, I wouldn't have even let you inside."

Felix froze.

A spark lit up in his eyes, quickly followed by a storm of conflicting emotions. "Broke up? When did..."

Right on cue, my phone started buzzing in my purse.

I glanced at the screen, immediately pushed him aside, and answered.

It was the HR department at Apex Ventures. The recruiter was calling to ask if I could onboard early, mentioning that the senior partners were highly impressed with me and wanted me on a massive new project immediately.

I cheerfully agreed and hung up, only to find Felix staring at me with an even more complex expression.

"You... got an offer from Apex? That's one of the most brutal VC firms on Wall Street."

"I heard the workload there destroys people."

I raised an eyebrow, putting the pieces together.

The last time I visited my old Stanford professor, Felix must have overheard our conversation. He always assumed my networking was just a desperate attempt to get a glowing recommendation so I could secure my spot in the wealthy Kensington family.

He thought I was a gold digger. That's why he despised me and constantly told his brother to dump me.

"Listen, pretty boy. I didn't bust my ass to get into an Ivy League school and graduate top of my class just to marry into old money."

"I have my own career ambitions. I'm not a billionaire heir like you, so when I need to bow my head to get ahead, I do it."

My sharp sarcasm made Felix look thoroughly ashamed, yet the blue of his eyes somehow burned even brighter.

He cleared his throat softly.

"My brother's... Sienna, I'm sorry. I completely misunderstood you before."

"So, if you and my brother are really over... would you consider me?"

I looked up in genuine surprise.

Felix was gazing down at me, his blue eyes incredibly intense and burning with raw heat.

With a face that looked like it belonged on a Renaissance statue and a lean, athletic 6-foot-2 frame, claiming I wasn't tempted would be a total lie.

Besides, didn't everyone say the best way to get over a man was to get under a new one?

Forgetting Victor wasn't going to be easy, and high-quality rebounds like this didn't exactly fall from the sky.

"You took my first time. You have to take responsibility for me."

When I didn't answer immediately, Felix let out a pathetic little sigh, blinking his thick lashes as he leaned in to whisper seductively.

"I'll wear whatever you want me to wear. I'll even wear the... the collar, if you want."

"I bet my brother never wanted to wear that for you, right?"

"Besides, you really loved it last night, didn't you?"

...He wasn't wrong.

The puppy was inexperienced, but he was undeniably passionate.

"I'll consider it. But given your horrible prejudice against me in the past..." I paused deliberately. "You're on a one-month probation."

That night, Felix shamelessly begged his way into my bed to undergo a very thorough "probationary review."

A nineteen-year-old college athlete possessed an absolutely terrifying amount of stamina. He was like an overpowered machine that simply refused to shut down.

By the time he finally carried me to the bathroom to wash up, it was the middle of the night.

I forced my heavy eyes open to check my phone and saw dozens of missed calls from Victor's alternate numbers.

But my body was too exhausted and entirely hollowed out. Before I could even form a coherent thought, I passed out.

The next morning, Felix reluctantly dragged himself out of bed to go to his classes.

That evening, he showed up at my door carrying an armful of beautifully wrapped gift boxes.

"Sienna, this is my peace offering. An apology for all the times I was rude to you."

I thought back to the last two years, remembering how he used to scowl every time Victor forced him to acknowledge my presence at family dinners.

I accepted the gifts without an ounce of guilt. "No more giving me attitude."

On the third day, Felix took me out for a romantic dinner and a late-night drive.

I had no idea this boy could be so intensely clingy in a relationship. He was sickeningly sweet the entire time.

That sugary high lasted right up until we walked back to my apartment and unlocked the door.

Felix froze dead in his tracks.

"Brother?"