Sinclair
I found myself unable to stay in the room without her. It felt too empty and desolate without her presence, so I decided to go down to the beach where other people were.On my way there, I was stopped by the receptionist at the front desk."Excuse me Mr Donovan-Wells, a package from New York arrived for you." She said, holding out a brown envelope for me.The back of the envelope had Donovan-Wells and New York written on it, nothing else. I picked it up quizzically. I hadn't been expecting any information, so I assumed it was from and about work. I frowned. The last thing I wanted to do and worry about right then was work. My head was a jumbled mess and I couldn't be trusted with important decision making at that moment. My cognitive skills lay shattered somewhere between finding out I was with a clone and I may have feelings for that clone."Thank you." I folded it and tucked it into my pocket before continuing on my way. The beachLondonThere was nothing I didn't try to occupy myself with. Nothing worked. Every activity feels like a punishment without Sin. I didn't know how long had passed since I had gotten back to the room and discovered him missing. I didn't want to have to call the front desk and ask if he had left. That would be embarrassing as hell.And also, I didn't want to hear the truth if he had gone. I didn't know what I would do. But as time crawled by, I had to face the reality that maybe he wasn't coming back. He was so done with my elusive ass. He had set up this wonderful vacation from us and done his best to make him happy and all I did was act crazy, uncultured, and skittish about sexual activities.A horrible thought suddenly occurred to me.Oh my God, had sex with me been that bad?Never feel that you are anything less than the most important person in my life. Everything I've ever done for you is because I wanted to and enjoyed
SinclairMy mission to get back to the room as fast as possible was thwarted by an accident. I was walking past the ocean when I heard a woman scream. She was a little ways away from the rest of the beach crowd so nobody else could really hear her over the sound of the waves and general noise.I took to my heels. She was wading into the water and being thrown back when I caught up to her. A little blond boy was sitting quietly staring out into the ocean but on closer inspection, his face was red and he was sobbing. I followed his gaze to see something flailing in the water. I didn't even think. I kicked off my shoes and dove in.All the hours I spent swimming every Saturday morning at the exclusive gym where I was a member paid off as I swam in measured but fast strokes to avoid tiring quickly towards the little girl that was drowning. I blocked out her mother's screams and focused on just getting to the girl. The waves had probably carried
LondonI felt his body tense beneath mine at my question, but it only registered mildly. He didn't leave me. He was here, smelling like leather and spice and him and perfection. He was here and he's - wet. I raised my head and looked down at him. It wasn't just my imagination or my tears. His shirt was transparent and clung to his body."Why are you all wet?" I sniffled. I sat up till I was sitting astride his torso."Went for a little heroic dip in the ocean." he grinned at me. "Why are your eyes all wet?""Was doing a little cathartic release." I quipped back."Baby." His lips formed a straight line."I may have been crying," I mumbled, ducking my head. He cupped my jaw and raised it so my eyes met his."Hey, look at me. Baby girl, why would you think I'd left you?" He asked."I'm just a clingy mess." I tried to brush it off"My clingy mess." He smiled. "And I don't know what kind of moron will leave his wo
SinclairI couldn’t believe I had been so stupid as to have just left Cath… no… London alone like that. I had to get used to referring to her as Cath in public and London in my head so I wouldn’t mistakenly reveal my knowledge of the truth too soon. What had I been thinking? I could just imagine how she had felt coming back to the room and not finding me. The thought made my chest feel tight and achy.What had her tears meant though?Had she been sad about being abandoned?Or sad about being abandoned by me?I would like to imagine it was the second one, but how could I tell? I wanted to just ask her, get everything out in the open and stop hitting my head against the wall over this whole situation. It was bound to drive my crazy sooner than later.“Sleeping already?” I whispered when she had been silent for too long.“No.” she slurred sleepi
LondonHours later, I still shot Sinclair dirty looks over his little game earlier this morning. To my consternation, it only makes him roar in laughter and I’m tempted to punch him in the throat to stop that annoying, mocking sound.I sigh.Of course, I could never do something like that. The thought of harming Sin even if it was just rough play didn’t appeal to me in any way.“I’m going to order breakfast.” He reaches for the phone on the bedside table. “What would you like?”I look up from the magazine I’d had my head buried in all morning. Apparently, the resort had been delivering these magazines every morning with breakfast or coffee but Sin hadn’t thought I’d have any interest in them so he had been sticking them into the bedside drawer.Who wouldn’t be interested in those things?All the different issues with different celebrities
London"Do you want me to pour you a drink?" He motioned at my empty glass."Please, thank you," I said.I took a sip of the thing after he had poured it and promptly spit it out."What?" He laughed."It's mango. It's gross."He threw his head back and roared with laughter. "What did you think it was?""Uhm. Orange juice! Like normal people drink and sane people serve. This shit tastes like being stranded on a tropical island." I griped.Sin took my cup and gulped down the disgusting drink. I shuddered with revulsion. "Eww."He shrugged easily. "Your loss.""On the contrary Mr Donovan-Wells," I argued. "Yuck."A moment later I felt eyes digging into me and I looked up to discover that he was still giving me that curious look, like he was trying to figure something out. I avoided his eyes as my life depended on it, facing my breakfast and eating it with the concentration of someone trying
Sinclair"Does that mean you liked it then?" She asked."Liked it? Baby doll, I loved it." I smiled. "Good. You can scrub my back in the shower as pay back." She smirked before skipping away. I followed after her eagerly, wearing the biggest smile on earth. I made a detour to the room phone to order for a clean up before heading for the bathroom.She was already naked in the shower when I joined her. I slipped in behind her after stripping my clothes off and then gave an embarrassing shriek when the water made contact with my skin. "Sin? Are you okay?" She looked over her shoulder at me. I loved her, but this was never going to work. "Baby, why are you using water that is at skin skin-peeling temperature?" "What? This is nice. It's relaxing." I snorted. "Yeah, for people in hell maybe." She laughed. "So you're not coming in?" "I love you, but I'm not quite ready to die today." Which was what I was sure would happen as soon as I stepped under that volcano's hot water. How was
LondonI slipped into a lilactwo-piecee bathing suit while Sin was still in the bathroom laughing and being generally annoying. It wasn't really a surprise that Cath's luggage didn't have a single pair of shorts. For someone who had been heading for a vacation in a resort, there were entirely too many dresses and pants in her luggage and I didn't even blame her assistant who had sounded like a sassy teenager the one time we had talked over the phone. The closet in Cath's apartment hadn't exactly been bursting with fancy vacation clothes. Not even a single jean in sight.Cath needed an intervention, or someone to come and unshove the stick out of her ass. With a shrug, I went digging in my second set of luggage, AKA Sin's bags. "That had better not be an Albright rifling through my things." He said, voice full of amusement. I looked over my shoulder to see him standing a few steps away clad in only a towel around his hips. I followed the trail of water that dripped from his hair and
One month laterLondon“What if this doesn’t work?” I wrung my hands nervously. Cath rolled her eyes. “You’re the one that came up with this ridiculous plan.” I glared at her. “Hey! You’re the one who started the whole twin switch trend.” “Gabriel thinks this is stupid too.” She pointed out. I huffed. “I can’t believe you even told Gabriel. This was supposed to be between us.” “I’m not going to rub myself over Sinclair without my boyfriend knowing.” She said. “You should just go be Gabriel’s twin then. Ugh, isn’t there like a sacred twin code or something.” She shrugged. “I’m confused about what you’re trying to do here exactly, Lon. Isn’t Sin like so head over heels in love with you that he has a tunnel vision for you.” “Well, but what if?” I whined. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. Sin and I were okay, everything was perfect, and yet… yet I couldn’t shake the feeling that he could just love my sister as easily again. I knew it was just my insecurities rearing their ugl
SinclairI had just gotten back from work, a single foot inside my apartment when my phone rang. I dug it out the inner pocket of my suit jacket. “Hello.” “Am I speaking to Sinclair Donovan-Wells?”“Yes. Who’s this?” “I’m calling about Miss Albright, she’s been involved in an accident and you are…”The woman’s words trailed off. Blood rushed out of my head and I felt dizzy and unsteady. “Where? Where’s she?” I managed to ask through the lump in my throat. I was already jumping into the elevator and stabbing the button for the ground floor repeatedly by the time the woman began to rattle off the location. “Thanks.” I said and hung up. The drive over was one big blur, I must have run several red lights in my rush to the hospital. All I could think was that London was lying in a bed, hurt and she needed me. She had to be okay. She had to be. I should never have wasted so much time running around my feelings for her. I should never have even let her walk away from me, from us back
London“I need you.” Three words. Eight letters. The exact same ones from the very same person that had gotten me into the biggest disaster of my life. Maybe I was weak, pathetic, a pushover, whatever you wanted to call it. A wiser and stronger person would have blocked my sister’s number, cut off all connections to her and my parents. Because they had hurt me. The kind of hurt where after years and years of it, I hadn’t even realized that I was being destroyed from inside out. The kind of hurt where they had broken me so much that I thought I had to be the one constantly apologizing for myself. For some reason though, I just couldn’t take that final step. I wasn’t Cath no matter how much I wanted to be sometimes. I was angry and heartbroken about everything, but I knew that someday I’d want to talk about it more calmly and heal. My phone had been blowing up since everything had gone down. I had listened to my parents cry over the phone, but Cath had been radio silent except that o
London“I don’t think I’ve ever fully recovered from that night of debauchery.” Eva said as she joined me in the booth. It was the day after Adam and I’s surprisingly fun date. I had been surprised at how well he had taken my rejection, but also glad about it. I’d have hated to have been mean to drive home my obvious lack of interest. Thankfully there had been no need for that. Eva’s lunch break corresponded with mine so we had decided to have a quick lunch together. My treat, because I now had some much needed amount of money in my bank account thanks to March Madness selling out. The hype around it was still going on strong. I guess everyone was curious about the new bestselling book by a previously unheard of author. It felt good to have money, but it felt much better to be able to pay for lunch with my friends. Eva had paid all the other times we had gone out together and even though she had assured me that I shouldn’t think too much about it cause she had money to burn, I still
LondonI had been digging through my wardrobe at a loss for what to wear for my date with Adam when I’d stumbled upon this really cute pink blouse. It was an old cloth but I had never won it because it had been too big at the time I had gotten it. Almost five years later and it was now perfectly my size. It was also perfect for this date paired with dark skinny jeans and black ankle boots. It gave the vibe I had meant to go for which was cute but not too sexy to look inviting. A little stern, but still lovely. The blouse had big flowy sleeves that I loved so much. I put my hair into a low bun, applied minimal make up and a spritz of perfume, then left my apartment to meet Adam at the foyer of my building. I had set up this date earlier today when I had run into him at the dog park. My decision to talk to Sin had hardened into a sure resolve. No matter how it turned out, I knew I couldn’t go out with Adam. I just wasn’t in the right place to pursue anything with him and I had to tel
SinclairAs soon as Cathleen left, I rang Lucas up. “Hey, man. What’s up?” “Sips Plix in fifteen?” I asked. “Make it twenty, I drove out to my sister’s place.” He said. “Sure.” I hung up. Changing out of my shirt and slacks, I slipped into a dark grey T-shirt and black corduroy pants, grabbed my wallet, car keys and headed out. I needed to talk to Lucas and get his opinion on things, but in reality, I knew that even if he discouraged me from going after London, I would still do it. I needed him as more of a sounding board to know how to go ahead with getting her back than anything else. I had made up my mind that I wasn’t spending one more second moping around and waiting for some force of nature to yank us back into each other’s orbits. Lucas showed up almost ten minutes after I’d gotten to the bar. My half full glass of alcohol had been left untouched. “Hey, this had better be an emergency.” He said as he joined me at the bar. “I had to leave my sister’s cute kids halfway int
SinclairI had completely forgotten that Cathleen had access to my apartment. The first thing I usually did when I ended things with a woman was revoke her access to my place. It had always seemed unnecessary with Cathleen though. She was the last person that would show up out of the blues to exchange words or do something crazy. But then again, maybe I had always just overestimated her. I was in the living room with my laptop when I heard the sound of heels clicking behind me. I looked over my shoulder.The first thing I thought was that London was here, in my apartment. My heart leaped. It came crashing back down when my brain finally registered that it wasn’t London at all, but Cath. Now that I knew them, I could clearly differentiate them even half asleep. They were perfectly identical of course, a mirror image. But I had had London in my arms and fallen in love with every inch of skin on her body, so my soul would know her even in the dark. And this wasn’t her.I followed Cat
LondonIt was almost three am when we were all finally wiped from a night of drinking, singing along to the music Eva had queued up to her amazing surround sound speakers and laughing till our bellies began to hurt. All in all, it had been an amazing night. Eva’s bed was super large and so somehow we had all fallen into it in a tangle of limbs and hair. When I woke up, it was almost five am. My head felt like someone had taken a drill to it and my mouth tasted like it had been stuffed with cotton. I tried to silently slip into the bathroom but ended up making more noise than I had expected. The girls were either too drunk or too deep in sleep to notice because when I looked over my shoulder, neither of them had stirred. I let out a breath of relief and tiptoed to the bathroom. I quickly peed and splashed water on my face and rinsed my foul tasting mouth out before making my way to the kitchen. I gulped down three glasses of water then located an Advil and popped two down my throat.
LondonStatic buzzed in my ear at her words. March Madness had what? “I d-don’t understand. What are you talking about?” I stammered. March Madness was my singular published book, and it was a raging failure. Only about ten copies of it had been bought since it’s release two years ago. The horrible sales had made me depressed for the longest time, and my editor had also cut off ties with me afterwards. And now, she was telling me that it had sold out? I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t want to believe it. “Your book, March Madness.” She clarified, her voice never loosing that edge of excitement. I understood her excitement. My book suddenly making it big was like Christmas to her, it meant that she was about to line her pockets with some serious cash. And so was I. “It’s just become an overnight sensation. Six thousand copies were bought and now it’s on the New York bestseller list. Not on the top three, but I believe it could actually get there.” “Oh.” I said stupidly. “As I’m talk