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Authors: M. S. Parker

Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Genre Fiction, #Coming of Age, #Contemporary, #New Adult & College, #Romantic Comedy, #Romance

Twisted Affair Vol. 3

Table of Contents

Title Page

Book Description

Release Schedule

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Other book series from M. S. Parker

Acknowledgement

About The Author

 

 

 

 

Twisted Affair

Vol. 3

By M.S. Parker

 

 

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2015 Belmonte Publishing LLC

Published by Belmonte Publishing LLC.

 

Book Description

W
hen I realized I'd slept with my wife's twin sister, I'd thought everything was going to be over. My marriage. My agreement with my father. But my wife didn't seem to know and I wanted to keep it that way. There was one little problem. I couldn't seem to let things go.

 

Blayne Westmore has just found out that he hasn't been sleeping with his wife, gorgeous former model Livie Dusek. Instead, he's been sleeping with her identical twin, Katka. He knows he should break it off, but there's something about her that draws him to her. Now he just needs to figure out what that something is.

 

Livie's thankful when her husband suddenly stops trying to make moves on her, but when she figures out why, she's surprised at how much it bothers her. She knows it shouldn't. Their marriage is business only, after all. She's all but expected Blayne to find women to warm his bed. She just never thought it would be her sister. And she never thought she would care.

 

Don't miss out on book three of M.S. Parker's steamy series, Twisted Affair.

 

Release Schedule

Twisted Affair Vol. 1 – February 26
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Twisted Affair Vol. 2 – March 5th

Twisted Affair Vol. 3 – March 12th

Twisted Affair Vol. 4 – March 19th

Twisted Affair Vol. 5 – March 26th

 

Chapter 1

Katka

I hated lying to my sister, but this was for her own good. At least, it had started out that way. The plan had made perfect sense when I'd come up with it. As soon as Livie had told me the name of the man she intended to marry, I had known I couldn't allow her to go through with it.

The problem was, my sister was even more stubborn and hard-headed than me, no matter what she claimed to the contrary. Once she got something in her mind, it was impossible to get her to change it. Unless she felt as if she'd been wronged, she wouldn't let go. Her word meant a lot to her, but she wasn't someone who allowed people to walk over her.

I had hoped to use her idealism against her. If I could prove Blayne wasn't the man she claimed he was, there was a chance I could get her to annul the marriage, especially since it hadn't been consummated.

Unfortunately, I hadn't gotten the chance to put things into play before the wedding, but once they'd arrived home after the honeymoon, I'd known I had no choice. Livie had actually stopped speaking to me while she was in Europe, annoyed that I continued to question her decision. I wanted the old Livie back. I needed her to see Blayne as the arrogant, spoiled playboy I'd heard about. Not the kind, charming, though slightly irresponsible, man Livie believed him to be.

I had a foolproof plan to prove it. At least I thought it was guaranteed. I hadn't considered the possibility of it completely flopping because Livie hadn't told Blayne about me. After all, why wouldn’t she tell him she had a twin sister? I'd counted on him figuring out who I was after our first night together. But we'd had sex twice now and it was clear he still thought I was Livie.

Now I couldn't tell her I'd slept with her husband; I didn't want to be the bad guy. Sure, she would've been annoyed at me once Blayne told her about us, but her anger would've been directed at
him
, especially if it had only been once.

There was one other little problem with my ‘foolproof’ plan I hadn't seen coming.

I hadn't thought I'd actually like him.

When I'd first walked into the club, I'd pretended to be my sister on purpose. I figured I'd sleep with him and then, when he realized I wasn't Livie, things would fall apart. She'd see that as soon as she let her guard down, he'd go against his word, and try to get into her pants. Hell, it had barely taken him any time at all to flirt with me and I hadn't even had to push for the kiss.

I closed my eyes and tried to push the memory of our kiss out of my mind. It wasn't easy. Before I'd gone in to see Blayne, I'd told myself I would go through with it no matter how bad the sex was. After all, men like him were usually much worse lovers than their reputations said they were. Women probably told him what he wanted to hear because they were after his money and would say anything.

One kiss and I'd known I was wrong. He knew what he was doing. The perfect combination of demanding and giving. He was confident, but not arrogant. I'd kissed my fair share of men in my fairly short life, and only a couple had ever kissed me like that. When we'd gone back to the penthouse he shared with my sister, I'd told myself I was just following through on my plan. Sex between the two of us had been a means to an end, nothing more.

I'd still been telling myself that lie the first time he'd made me come.

Afterwards, I'd waited until he'd fallen asleep and snuck out, careful to avoid my sister's room. Then I'd waited for her call. And waited. When it hadn't come the next day, I'd begun to wonder. Had he'd decided to pretend it hadn't happened? Which meant he wouldn't say anything that would start the revealing process. By mid-day Monday, I decided I needed to see him again. I needed to seduce him in such a way he would know I wasn't my sister.

I hadn't admitted to myself, however, that I wanted to see him again. I'd enjoyed my time with him much more than I'd intended to. He was funny and charming, but not in the sleazy way I'd expected. He hadn't pressured me or made it seem like he'd expected anything from me. It was so frustrating. My plan to prove to Livie that he wasn't a good guy hinged on him not being a good guy.

The second night we'd had sex, I'd been sure he would realize I wasn't Livie. She didn't dress in sexy lingerie and certainly didn't behave in a sexually forward manner. But when he'd called me Livie again, I realized she still hadn't told him about me. That meant he honestly thought he'd been fucking his wife. I'd known I should've stopped things right there and come clean, but the feel of his hands on my skin had been my undoing. I'd wanted him and I'd been weak.

I'd been more myself during that encounter than I had during our first time and I thought he'd enjoyed himself. I definitely had. But then it had been over and he still hadn't known who I was. I should have told him then, followed through with my plan to tell my sister about how he'd slept with me. Or apologized because he wasn't the man I'd thought he was.

He didn't deserve what I had wanted to do. I'd known I couldn't do it, but I also couldn't take back what had happened. The best I'd been able to do was to leave and vow I’d stay away from my new brother-in-law. It wasn't a perfect plan—they'd be married for three years according to their contract. But I figured it was better to spend three years with limited access to my sister than destroy my relationship with her, and hers with her husband.

The one thing I hadn't thought about was how I'd feel about not seeing Blayne. I didn't sleep around a lot, but I did like to have my fun. It was never anything more than fun though. I didn't do the whole relationship thing and I never got hung up on a guy. When it was over, it was over. Considering Blayne hadn't even known who I was, I couldn't consider us to be anything other than finished.

But I couldn't stop thinking about him. I'd gotten a bit obsessive before, but that had been all about protecting my sister from someone I'd considered a threat. Now, I saw him differently. I saw Blayne Westmore as the person my sister had seen. Maybe as more.

I knew the story of how his family treated him, how they'd considered him to be an embarrassment, a failure. I knew how his father had set things in motion by threatening to cut him off if he didn't straighten up, including getting married. These were things Livie had told me when she'd explained why she was marrying him. She'd told me he was funny and a genuinely nice guy.

But I knew he was more than that. He was smarter than anyone gave him credit for. A sensitive man who hid his true feelings with jokes and misbehavior. He was loyal and passionate. And I knew I had only barely scratched the surface. Despite what anyone else thought, including what he thought himself, Blayne had a lot to offer.

I tried telling myself that I needed to stop thinking about him that way, especially after Livie and I went to lunch and she told me how weird things had been the last couple days. She'd been so confused by Blayne's insistence that they'd slept together, all I could do was hope she hadn't guessed the reason why. My supremely intelligent sister, while one of the smartest people I knew, thought it was more likely that Blayne had either had a sex dream he'd thought was real or he was messing with her. She hadn’t considered for a moment that I'd tricked him. Part of me had wanted to tell her the truth because I'd felt bad about lying to her. Another part had felt even worse about letting her think negatively about Blayne.

I'd kept my mouth shut about it though. The only thought that hurt worse than lying to my sister, was wondering what Blayne would think of me when he discovered the truth. I knew it would come out eventually, especially if Livie decided to talk to him about it. I knew she would, because my sister could never leave well enough alone.

I'd given her the suggestion of hooking up with some random guy for more reasons than the ones I'd given her. I'd known that if she slept with someone, she'd realize she didn't have to try to make things work with Blayne.

The difference between my current desire to keep my sister away from Blayne and my previous one, however, was that now, I didn't want her near Blayne because I wanted him for myself.

It was a hard thing for me to admit, wanting my sister's husband. Livie and I had never gone after the same guys. We may have been identical from our caramel-colored curls to our dark green eyes, but when it came to personality, we were mirror opposites. It was usually the same way with men. Not that Livie really went for many of them. She generally didn't bother with romance, but the few times she had found guys she liked, I'd thought they were... well, let's just say my sister had always had a soft spot for lost causes.

None of them had been bad boys like Blayne – that was more my thing – but they'd all had some sort of brokenness to them that attracted my compassionate sister. She may have appeared to be this highly practical, almost cold, business woman, but matters of the heart always thawed her and led her to these men she felt she could save.

Maybe that was it, I thought. Blayne was the combination of the guys I liked and the ones my sister was drawn to. He had the confidence and compassion, the sensitivity and attitude. He had been hurt by his family, but still managed to stay on his feet.

And then there was that smoking hot body. I ran my hand through my curls. Dammit. Sandy brown hair and dark gray eyes. Broad shoulders, muscular torso. Those deep v-grooves pointing down to a cock that made my mouth water and my pussy throb just thinking about it.

Fuck.

It wasn't just his body I wanted. It was all of him.

And it was that thought that sent me out on a chilly February afternoon, walking along the streets of Philadelphia, heading towards the bus stop that would take me into the city and then to Blayne's penthouse. Livie wasn't there, I knew, but Blayne would be, and I had to see him. I had to know if he knew the truth, and if he didn't, I had to tell him.

There were hundreds of reasons not to and hundreds of reasons why I should, but I wasn't doing this for any of those reasons. I was doing it because I couldn't stand waiting anymore or being the only one who knew the truth. I'd never been a patient person and this was killing me. I had to come clean.

I didn't use the key Livie had left for me before the honeymoon, in case of an emergency, she'd said. I was pretty sure she hadn't meant seducing her husband. This time, I knocked on the door. When Blayne opened it, one look in those gray eyes told me he knew who I was.

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