A Night With The Wrong Brother

A Night With The Wrong Brother

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Introduction

“I gave my virginity to the wrong brother… and to him, it meant absolutely nothing. I was just another girl he fucked…”


Three years ago, a mysterious boy pulled me from drowning. He saved my life but I never got to learn his name or where he came from before he disappeared.

Yet, I have been unable to forget him till this day. For him, I decided to get my dream body and grow my confidence.

So I changed myself as well as the dreams I had before him and even vowed to keep myself for him alone and no one else.

But when the day finally came, I mistook his identity. I gave myself to his twin brother instead– a reckless playboy who no longer wants anything to do with me.

Now, I’m trapped between two powerful heirs of the House of Thorne, fighting a war that could make them lose everything.

One twin wants to ruin me.

The other wants to own me.

And my greatest fear is that in the end, both might destroy me.

Chapter 1

ZOEY

I finally did it. I found the man of my dreams. 

"Your skin feels as soft as I expected..." He whispered huskily against my ear as he ran his hands over the exposed part of my chest. 

I smiled, glad that my body was appealing enough for him. All that hard work I put in the past was finally paying off. 

He pressed his body against mine from behind and I moaned. His hands found the zip at the back of my dress and he began to set it free. I shivered when I felt his warm lips touch my bare back. 

My eyes went shut in an attempt to feel every sensation, every emotion that his touch was igniting within me. 

And it almost felt as if I was burning.

Goosebumps scattered across my skin when he finally had me naked and he turned me around to face him. 

He now had on nothing but a smirk, probably from amusement. His curls seemed more ruffled than before. And his blue eyes... they glinted with something that looked like mischief or intrigue. 

It had to be intrigue. 

After all, we were taking our relationship to the next step. From boss and secretary to Lovers.

"Interesting... If I had known having a secretary came with this form of services then I would have hired one a long time ago." 

I smiled, not giving too much thought to his words as he swiftly lifted me and placed me on the bed of the hotel room.

"Let's see how good you taste, Ms. Secretary." 

I blushed at this point as I suddenly got shy and worried at the same time. What if he didn't like it? 

"Be gentle," I whispered. "It's my first time." 

"Oh?" He corked his brow at me. Then he smiled mischievously again. "I'll be lying if I say it's not gonna hurt." 

My heart skipped at the thought of it hurting but it didn't matter. I was ready to face a little pain for him.

He was my crush after all and it took me three years to finally meet him again. He had saved me from drowning that day after getting pushed into the lake by my bullies. 

At the time, I was just seventeen and plus size. And because I was insecure of my body, I had refused to learn how to swim. That decision almost cost me my life until he showed up. 

They said fairy tales weren't real but he debunked that theory as he appeared out of the blue— my knight in shining armor and rescued me. 

But because I was too shaken and insecure, I was unable to ask for his name or thank him for saving me. 

Thus, he disappeared without a trace.

Yet since that day, I couldn't bring myself to forget the way his blue eyes had reminded me of the ocean. 

Or the way that the sun's rays on his skin had made his beauty rival even that of gods. 

Or the way that the water droplets clung to the ends of his hair as if even them couldn't bear to leave him. 

And most especially, there was that mole I had seen on the back of his right shoulder when he took off his wet shirt. 

It had been like the very symbol of his identity.

These were memories that remained carved into my brain and that was what gave me the courage to work on myself. 

I worked hard to lose weight and I soon became more confident in my own skin. Men soon started swooning over me, asking me out but I turned all of them down as I had made a vow to myself that I was only going to give my virginity to my savior, my crush— whenever I eventually ran into him again. 

So a month ago, the biggest Jewelry brand in the country— House of Thorne, announced their heir and to my greatest surprise, it turned out to be my crush, the man I had been hoping to run into again for the past three years. 

And as if luck were on my side, he happened to be in need of a secretary. So I pulled every string, every connection until it landed me the job. 

The rest was history. 

"Are you scared?" Leo asked, the amusement still evident on his face. 

But I kept my smile instead. "I trust you." 

He burst out into laughter as if I had cracked a joke and I stared at him in confusion. 

When he eventually stopped, he claimed my lips this time. I moaned at how soft and warm they felt. His fingers slowly trailed down to my entrance until they went in and I gasped. 

"Be careful who you trust, Zoey. It might just be your undoing. . ." he whispered. 

But my treacherous body was already trembling with pleasure, clouding any ability I had to read the meaning in his words. 

"I need you, Leo. . ." I cried. 

He chuckled as he kept eye contact with mine while his fingers did wonders to my insides.

"Beg me. . ." 

My toes curled as hot liquid started exiting my softness. His two fingers moved in deliberate slow circular motions before going even deeper in again.

"Please. . ." 

He started planting gentle bites against my neck as his other hand found my bosom and I started writhing under his touch.

"Beg me harder. . ." 

"Please, Leo. . . I need you now." 

My heart was racing now, as my cravings, my desire for him intensified.

"As you wish, Ms. Secretary," he chuckled.

That was when he parted my legs wider apart, placed his hands on my hips and finally gave me what I asked for. 

I froze instantly at the foreign feel of him within me. A sharp pain scattered at my core and I gritted my teeth as I groaned. 

Leo didn't say or do anything, he only watched me as if I was an experiment he was working on. 

It was when I finally relaxed that he tightened his hold on my waist, as if to keep me in place as he started slow deep strokes within me. 

I gasped at the sensations, the emotions that erupted at the depth of my core. It was both sweet and bitter. . . And I could not get enough of it.

"Leo. . ." I moaned as the pleasure made my legs begin to tremble. 

But to him, it probably sounded more like I had told him to go faster because he increased his speed and I started screaming his name. 

Leo grinned at my reaction as he moved his hands away from my waist and buried his head against my neck. 

"Leo. . ." I cried again as I ran my fingers through his messy curls. 

We were both breathing heavily now, almost reaching the peak of our late night escapades. 

He lifted himself above me to look into my green eyes. That smirk was still on his face as I moved my hand away from his hair and placed it at the back of his right shoulder. 

And that was when I suddenly froze. 

All the beauty, or fog in my brain from the sexual intoxication faded away and my entire body went cold. 

The mole! 

It was missing!

There was no mole on his shoulder!

My heart began to pound heavily. Leo frowned as he saw the sudden change in my mood. 

I ran my hand over his other shoulder, perhaps it was my memory that was wrong. Maybe it was on his left shoulder. 

It had to be his left shoulder. Right?

My heart only sank deeper when my hand touched smooth skin. 

There was no mole on his back. 

How was that possible?

"I hope you're not getting second thoughts about this Zoey," Leo finally said. 

I swallowed hard as I blinked twice, forcing myself to stop panicking. 

"If you are, then it's already too late. You better enjoy the moment while it lasts, babydoll," he added and suddenly leaned closer to my left ear. " Because I don't fuck the same girl twice." 

I felt my heart sink to the deepest part of my core at his words. The confusion that had already started to build inside me instantly spread like wildfire. 

Leo had just said those words to me as if I was just some trash that was easily disposable. Like this line we had crossed in our relationship meant nothing to him. 

And this all brought me back to the matter that made me panic.

The boy who saved me had a mole and I just confirmed that Leo had no mole.

Could he really be the boy who saved me that day? 

If he was not the boy, why did he have the same face as my savior? 

And most especially, did I just give my virginity to the wrong man? 

A man who didn’t even give two fucks about it. 

Did I just mistake his identity?

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