Carter's pov
I knew something was off the minute she stepped into the house, I have always seen her as the strong one but she looked so tired and haunted when she came back.
It was why I wanted to do something nice for her, she was always taking care of me. I figured it was time to repay the favor. I know she didn't come home last night, probably out partying as she does normally.
She had so many friends, that it was hard to keep track of all of them. I was going to give her special treatment today. Cook her dinner, massage her and cuddle her to sleep.
It was like our routine whenever one of us was exhausted. Today is my turn to take care of her and do something nice.
But there was something still different about her, her lips were softer today, and her body was even softer than the last time I touched it. It was two days ago. It felt so feminine and alluring now.
And watching her eat her food, her pink tongue darting out to lick her lips, sent blood rushing to my groin. It was I was seeing devlin in a different light. She was more appealing to me than she has ever been before.
Our marriage was out of convenience, we have never really been intimate. Now, seeing her makes me want to break that rule and have my way with her. I don't what was happening but it felt all too real.
"This is good," she said with her mouth full, even then she still made it look sexy.
"Yeah? You like?" I teased her, she blushed slightly. Looking away from me, she dug into her food once again.
She was so adorable.
"So what did you do last two nights?" I asked her, simply because I wanted to engage her in a conversation.
She froze, her fork suspended in the air. Her eyes were wide. Suddenly, I felt so jealous. I assumed that she had been with some man and I just didn't like it.
"Nothing just partied with old friends," she said as she continued eating as nothing happened.
"Okay, are you going to ask me what I did?" I smirked.
She blushed again, "forgive my manners, and how was your day?" She asks,
"It was alright, you should have been at work" I reminded her.
"I know, I am sorry. I would be there tomorrow" she assured me.
I nodded going back to eating my food.
I looked back up at her, she looked uneasy. Like something was bothering her.
"Babe, are you okay?" I asked in concern, she was starting to worry me with her strange behavior. "Do you need to be somewhere?" I lifted a brow.
She sighed out, "not really. I thought I forgot something but I am fine" she assured me.
I nodded at her, I finished eating and cleared up my plates. Muttering something about going to my office to finish up some paperwork. I left there quicker than I would say good night.
I could feel the magnetic pull between us, it was like she was a vixen I was drawn to. I could do the dishes later or in the morning, but not when she is there.
I took my time going through the papers but all I could see was her face, her luscious body inside the file. I rubbed my hands over my face. Maybe I was tired because I cannot begin to get attracted to my wife. It was in the agreement.
We weren't sleeping together and I wasn't going to start now for some obvious reasons, I didn't want our marriage to have complications that could lead to resentment. I listened to her downstairs, she was cleaning up the dishes.
That was new.
I went ahead to shut my office door, going back to my work.
I have to focus or I will end up going back downstairs and kissing her as my life depended on it.
Dermot's pov
I couldn't help but fidget, it was getting late and I had no way of figuring out what to tell Henry or how to get home.
He has already texted me thrice saying he was waiting for her in their hotel room, they have a hotel room? I could feel all shades of betrayal passing through my bloodstream. I was glad that one was down, remaining the other.
I was feeling murderous, it was a feeling mixed with guilt for killing one person. I had to focus on the task at hand. I was learning to be devlin. I had to marry the man she was already married to, go to work like I knew what I was doing, and pretend like every day in her normal life is mine. I didn't need Henry for that anymore.
He might not even care that I am missing from the house seeing as he has not checked on me since I left for work this morning. I took a deep breath, what would be my explanation if he comes looking for me.
Would he be able to recognize me seeing as he already knew my twin before going ahead to sleep with her?
I cleared the dishes, making sure I got everywhere clean. I didn't know how they lived in the house like strangers. I could see the desire in his eyes, he looked like he wanted to rip my clothes off. And by his confused look, he has never had the desire to rip Devlin's clothes off. My heart warmed at that, I couldn't exactly tell him I wasn't devlin because he felt the slightest hint of desire for me.
But it felt nice to have someone lust over me, I didn't even see this much desire in henry's eyes. I loved the effect I was having on carter. I enjoyed it so much.
I turned off the light in the kitchen, I headed to his study to say goodnight before retiring to my room.
I couldn't sleep, I felt strange being in her house, her clothes, and products all looked at me like I was some sort of imposter. I stared at her well-dressed bed, it was begging me to lay on it. I wanted to but I needed to explore being devlin first.
I went to her wardrobe to select something suitable for me to wear to work tomorrow, look at that. I have a stable and well-paying job. I saw a black pantsuit hanging there, it was perfect. Simple and classy is exactly what I should be going for. I would wear one of her stiletto shoes, it was the perfect fit for the outfit.
I checked her Instagram again, taking note of her high ponytail look for pantsuits. I was lucky she lived her life on social media, it was like she was my guardian angel in this case. Which is very ironic.
I made sure I was ready for tomorrow before passing out, this time in my dream I was ready.
The owner of the boots chasing me revealed his face, it was my father.
He cried over and over again, accusing me of killing his favorite daughter. I stared at him in silence. Watching him fall apart in front of me, I schooled my expression to be blank praying to be woken from this dream.
I struggled to wake myself up, turning and tossing on my bed. I wasn't feeling guilty anymore. Maybe that's why he wasn't chasing me this time.
"You killed my only daughter" he had whispered in agony.
I stared at him in shock, I was his daughter too for Christ's sake.
I felt a teardrop on my feet, it was then I noticed that I was barefoot in the damn woods.
"I am your daughter," I told him sadly,
"You are no daughter of mine, you look like her but you are not her. You can never be her!" he said firmly,
"Then you are not my father," I said angrily.
"You killed her! You killed her! You killed her!!!' He yelled,
I woke up from my bed, drenched in sweat again. I sighed.
Is this how it's going to be from now onwards? waking up in a pool of my sweat was worse than killing my sister. I didn't want to be having these nightmares. It throws me off my game each time I have that dream.
I paced in my room, it was past four am and I was not even rested to go into my new work. This was tougher than I thought it would be. I can't go into work looking dead like I am right now, I had dark circles under my eyes because I haven't been able to sleep since the incident.
I splashed water on my face, it made me feel a whole lot better. It didn't stop the weariness I was feeling right now. My tired face stared back at me. I have a long way to go if I have to fit into Devlin's life.