Sophie and Sydney Mandell were twins. Everything about their life was great, perfect in every way shape and form. That is until Sydney decided she wanted to marry Chris Gannon way earlier than she should have.
When Sydney realizes her mistake, she...
The limo ride after the wedding was officially awkward. Chris has been smiley at first, but when he saw that I wasn't happy, he became silent.
"What's wrong, babe?" He finally asked. He grabbed my hand, and looked into my face. I couldn't help but think about him kissing my sister... and possibly more.
"Nothings wrong." I say. He sighs and looks out the limo window. Unused champagne glasses sit in a cooler on the floor, and I know they were supposed to be for tonight. As a celebration.
See, the problem isn't Chris. He is sweet and kind, never smokes or drinks, loves all sports, and because of that he is way muscular. He has golden skin and blond hair, and dark brown eyes that look like melted chocolate. He is the golden boy of the family, the millionaire, and any girl would have died to be his wife.
Except for me.
I wasn't good enough. My sister Sydney was though. She was thoughtful and kind, and smart. They would have been the ultimate power couple. But I'm the opposite. I like parties and fun, I'm the wild card, you can never see the move I make next. And that's why I am so surprised that Sydney decided to ditch her own wedding.
And ruin my life. Sometimes I think she does these things on purpose.
Chris turns back to me, opens his mouth to say something, and then shuts it.
"We are here." He says instead. The Butler comes and opens my door, and I gasp at the giant mansion. Dang these guys are rich. (A/N the mansion is shown up above the chapter title)
"Chris.. it's beautiful."
He looks at me funny, "you have seen it before." He feels my head jokingly, "are you running a fever?"
"Uh, I mean yeah. But it looks so good at night."
"It's not the only thing." He raises his eyebrows and I blush. Luckily its pretty dark so he can't see it.
"It's also yours," he goes, "here."
He thrusts a key at me and I catch it. The key is shaped like a house, and I grin at him. Clearly he is happy to have my mood change, because he starts smiling more then ever, and joking with me.
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He shows me to my-er-our room. It's beautiful, and surprisingly small for the mansion, which I like.
With speed, he puts his hands on my hips, and his chest against my back. My heart pounds in my chest at the proximity to him. His hands warm my hips, and I breath shallow breaths. Then he leans down and trails kisses up my neck, hitting a soft patch of skin which makes me gulp.
"Your so gorgeous." He whispers, his hot breath hitting me.
Don't. That's so wrong. My mind says. But then I think, aren't we married though?
Before I can think too much about it, he says, "why don't you get changed and meet me to go swimming in five minutes. I have to go check something."
I nod, and he leaves me. I sink to the wood floor and rock myself. What's wrong with me?
Finally, I go in the closet and change into a red swimsuit that crisscrosses up my hips, leaving my belly out, and then crosses up my back and covers half of my breasts. I look in the mirror, and gasp. It's gorgeous. But I know this might be a dead giveaway. I have always had more curves then Sydney, so my butt and boobs were way bigger. I was a bit more skinny around my stomach giving me hour glass shape.
Chris knocks on the door before I can change. Crap. Guess I'm going with you. I throw on a black hoodie coverup and run a hand through my hair before opening the door.
He smiles at me, "ready?"
"Yep!" He holds my hand as we walk downstairs, and out the big doors to the pool.
"Wait.. why don't we just do hot tub? I'm kinda cold." This is true. I'm freezing. Clearly he thinks it means something else thought because his eyebrows lift and he gives me a prize winning smile.
