Falling In Love With The Billionaire Twins

I woke up to the gentle rays of the morning sun streaming through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. The sound of birds chirping outside created a soothing melody, painting the scene with a sense of tranquility. As I stretched and yawned, preparing to greet the day, an unexpected interruption shattered the calm.

A loud screech pierced the air, accompanied by a voice that was unmistakably Cher’s. “Ew ew ew, I don’t even want to know what you three were doing last night!” her voice boomed into my room, instantly causing my eyes to widen in surprise and confusion. My gaze shifted to my surroundings, revealing that I was sandwiched between Ace and Alex, and a rather peculiar sensation in my lower half reminded me of the events of the previous night.

Cher’s sudden presence and her pointed comment brought a mix of embarrassment and amusement to my groggy state. “What are you doing here so early?” I grumbled, hastily wiping the sleep from my face as I tried to process the situation at hand.

Cher’s hands found their way to her hips, and she cocked an eyebrow at me. “Early? It’s the afternoon, and yesterday we insisted on having brunch together, but I guess that’s not happening,” she retorted, her tone a playful blend of reproach and amusement.

Ace, who had been roused from his slumber by Cher’s voice, sat up from the sheets, looking visibly confused. “What are you doing here so early?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowing as he tried to make sense of Cher’s words.

Cher threw her hands up in the air in exasperation. “It’s the afternoon!!” she exclaimed, her frustration evident. Ace’s eyes widened in realization, his voice tinged with disbelief. “Afternoon?” he questioned, his tone betraying his astonishment.

In an instant, Ace was out of bed, a flurry of activity as he scrambled to gather his clothes and belongings. Panic set in as he realized the time. “I need to be at work! Shit!” he exclaimed, his words rushed as he moved with urgency. He managed to steal a quick moment to plant a hasty kiss on my cheek before darting out of the room, leaving me slightly dazed by the abrupt turn of events.

Cher’s attention then shifted to Alex, who was still groggy from sleep, his features a portrait of confusion. Cher, always lively and relentless, didn’t waste any time. “Alexxxx,” she whined, drawing out his name in a sing-song manner, “let’s go get food!” she exclaimed, her enthusiasm palpable.

Alex’s eyes fluttered open, and his gaze landed squarely on Cher, who was bustling about with a vibrant energy that contrasted sharply with his groggy state. He stared at her with a deadpan expression, seemingly unfazed by her animated movements.

“Is that the girl who vomited in the car last night?!” Alex quipped, a hint of amusement tugging at the corners of his lips. His remark was met with laughter from me and a swift forehead slap from Cher. The sudden contact roused him further from his slumber. “I’m up, I’m up!” he declared, his voice carrying a mix of resignation and humor.

“I have to go bring the car to get cleaned up, so you two have to spend the day together. Go to the mall or something,” Alex said, his tone firm and authoritative. With that, Alex reluctantly peeled himself out of bed, his movements a blend of sleepiness and compliance. Before leaving the room, he leaned down to press a tender kiss on my forehead, a silent assurance of his presence even in the midst of the morning chaos.

The door closed behind Alex, leaving Cher and me alone to navigate the day ahead. Cher turned to me, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I don’t wanna go to the mall,” I protested preemptively, knowing her penchant for shopping. “I already spent hours in there yesterday!” I added, a hint of exasperation in my voice.

Cher chuckled, her laughter ringing out as she shook her head. “Fine, let’s go for a walk in the park then and then get something to eat at one of the restaurants,” she suggested, her enthusiasm infectious. I nodded my agreement, relieved that the day’s itinerary didn’t involve hours of shopping bags and changing room trials.

“I’ll go get ready,” I announced, finally extracting myself from the coziness of the bed. With purposeful steps, I made my way to the bathroom, my mind already envisioning the day’s activities.

As I undressed, my reflection in the bathroom mirror revealed a shocking revelation. Gasping, I stared at my body, which was adorned with an unexpected array of hickeys. Some were fading, while others were still tender to the touch, serving as a vivid reminder of the passionate night that had transpired. My fingertips traced the marks, a mixture of sensations and emotions swirling within me.

After shaking off the surprise, I decided to focus on the task at hand. A rejuvenating shower washed away the remnants of sleep, and as I tended to my hair and skincare, I couldn’t help but smile at the memories that had given rise to the hickeys. The bathroom routine was soothing, a tranquil interlude before the day’s adventures.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

With a towel wrapped around me, I moved to the vanity mirror and embarked on the ritual of applying makeup and taming my hair. The familiar products in front of me offered a sense of normalcy, a grounding force amid the events of the morning. As I smoothed lip gloss onto my lips, I took a moment to appreciate the playful and carefree energy that Cher brought into my life.

For the day’s outfit, I settled on a white blouse and comfortable denim pants, paired with sneakers that promised to keep up with whatever activities we embarked upon. I examined my reflection one last time, satisfied with the casual yet put-together look.

Emerging from the bathroom, I found Cher waiting, her own outfit showcasing her unique style. “Ready?” she asked, her smile inviting. I nodded, a sense of anticipation coursing through me.

Under the radiant afternoon sun, the world was painted in brilliant hues, the sky stretching out like an endless canvas of the most vivid blue. As Cher and I strolled along, the weather was nothing short of perfect, and the world seemed to sparkle in harmony with our light-hearted mood. Our laughter mingled with the gentle breeze as we made our way to the park, our steps quickening with anticipation.

The park unfolded before us like a hidden oasis, an escape from the bustling city. Lush greenery stretched in all directions, punctuated by vibrant flower beds and winding paths. Tall, graceful trees swayed gently, casting dappled shadows on the ground. The scent of fresh grass and blooming flowers perfumed the air, creating an atmosphere of serenity and enchantment.

“I haven’t been here in so long,” Cher mused as we entered the park, her voice tinged with nostalgia and wonder. I nodded in agreement, taking in the beauty that surrounded us. The park felt like a forgotten treasure, a place of solace amid the chaos of everyday life.

“Same,” I replied, a smile tugging at my lips. “Let’s buy some bread and feed the duckies,” I suggested, eager to engage in an activity that would allow us to connect with nature and the simple joys of the moment.

Approaching a weathered bench, we found an elderly lady with a kind smile selling bags of bread. Each bag promised an opportunity to commune with the ducks that populated the tranquil pond. As I received the bread, our fingers brushed briefly, an accidental touch that sent an unexpected jolt through me. A peculiar sensation seemed to shimmer in the air, and when I looked into the old lady’s eyes, something about her gaze held an uncanny intensity.

Her pupils dilated as her gaze locked onto mine, and her voice took on a haunting timbre. “There’s tragedy,” she whispered, her words hanging in the air with an eerie weight. “Tragedy,” she repeated, her voice now a frail murmur that seemed to carry the weight of age and foreboding.

A shiver ran down my spine as her words registered. My heart raced, and I instinctively withdrew my hand from the transaction, my breath catching in my throat. Cher’s voice, laced with unease, snapped me out of the strange trance that had settled over me. “Let’s go,” she urged, tugging at my hand. My heart pounded like a drum, and my thoughts spiraled into a whirlwind of confusion.

The old woman’s words echoed in my mind like an ominous refrain. “You will lose someone. Someone who means the world to you. Tragedy,” she had whispered, the implications of her words too heavy to bear. Fear gnawed at me, and my voice was a mere whisper as I sought answers. “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice trembling in the face of an uncertain future.

Cher’s grip on my hand tightened as she led me away from the old woman, her voice filled with a mix of concern and dismissal. “She’s not right in the head. Don’t listen to her,” she advised, her practicality attempting to dispel the cloud of unease that lingered.

I shook my head, trying to regain my bearings. Cher was right. I couldn’t let the cryptic words of a stranger dictate my emotions and thoughts. And yet, a nagging unease remained, a small voice wondering if there was any truth to her unsettling prophecy.

“Let’s head towards the duckies,” Cher suggested, her tone infused with a lighter energy, redirecting our focus to the simple joys that awaited us. As we reached the pond, the cheerful quacking of the ducks greeted us, the water’s surface rippling with excitement. The worries of the mysterious encounter began to fade, replaced by the warmth of friendship and the thrill of feeding the feathered creatures.

Banter flowed easily between Cher and me, our laughter becoming a harmonious soundtrack to the serene scene. “Careful not to get your fingers pecked!” Cher warned with a playful grin as she tore off a piece of bread, offering it to a particularly eager duck.

I followed suit, my laughter bubbling as I tossed pieces of bread into the water. “They’re more enthusiastic than I am at breakfast!” I joked, sending a piece of bread sailing through the air. The ducks’ antics and Cher’s camaraderie gradually eased the tension that had settled within me, allowing the ordinary beauty of the park and the joy of the moment to take center stage once more.

Amidst the tranquil ambiance of the park, Cher and I continued our delightful pastime of feeding the ducks that gracefully glided across the glistening pond. The warm sunlight painted a picturesque scene, casting a golden glow on the water’s surface as the ducks eagerly accepted our offerings of breadcrumbs. The rhythmic quacking and gentle ripples added to the serenity of the moment.

After a while, as if synchronized by some unspoken cue, both of our stomachs rumbled in unison. I chuckled, breaking the peaceful atmosphere. “I’m hungry, let’s go grab some food?” I suggested, wiping my hands on my pants. Cher smiled in agreement, and together we made our way to the park’s exit.

As we strolled alongside the road, a familiar sight caught our attention a McDonald’s stood just a stone’s throw away. The scent of freshly cooked fries and burgers wafted through the air, further enticing our appetites. “Are we going to eat here?” Cher inquired, looking at me for confirmation. I nodded with enthusiasm, my stomach’s anticipation growing.

At the counter, I placed our order with a mix of hunger and excitement. “I’ll have a Big Mac meal with a Coke,” I said, glancing at Cher to see her placing her order as well. She opted for a Quarter Pounder with Cheese meal and a large iced tea. The cashier swiftly keyed in our choices, and we moved to the side to wait.

With trays in hand, we found a cozy spot by the big window that offered a captivating view of the bustling street outside. Across the road, a flower vendor had set up shop, displaying an array of vibrant roses that painted the sidewalk with hues of red, pink, and yellow.

As we unwrapped our meals and took our first bites, the flavors burst in our mouths, satisfying the hunger that had been building. Between bites of our burgers and sips of our drinks, we engaged in a lively conversation that flowed effortlessly.

Cher took a sip of her iced tea before asking, “Have you ever thought about how much this place has changed since we were kids?”

I nodded, my thoughts aligning with hers. “Definitely. It’s crazy to think about all the memories we’ve made here over the years.”

She gazed out the window, her expression thoughtful. “Remember the time we tried to build a fort near that old oak tree?”

A chuckle escaped my lips as I reminisced. “Oh, how could I forget? We thought we were architects or something!”

Our laughter blended with the cheerful ambiance of the restaurant. We glanced across the street, watching as people stopped at the flower vendor to admire the blossoms.

Cher’s eyes sparkled as she observed, “Speaking of memories, do you remember when you gave me that rose during our high school prom?”

A nostalgic smile tugged at my lips. “Of course I do. It was nerve-wracking, but seeing you smile made it all worth it.”

As we continued to share stories and relive fond moments, time seemed to slow down. The aroma of fries lingered in the air, mixing with the laughter and shared memories that filled our table.

The sun cast elongated shadows across the street, painting a peaceful scene beyond the window. The flower vendor’s cart stood as a colorful backdrop, adding to the vibrancy of the moment. Cher and I savored not just our meals, but also the simple joy of each other’s company.

As the afternoon sun began to dip towards the horizon, we finished our meals and leaned back in our chairs, content and satisfied. Cher’s gaze drifted back to the flower vendor, and she smiled warmly.

“Should we get a rose on our way out?” she suggested.

I grinned, feeling a sense of spontaneity. “Absolutely. Let’s keep the tradition alive.”