I had committed an unforgivable act, and I felt my heart as heavy as my thoughts were soiled. Yet, I'm stunned to think myself inlove with Alexander.

Elizabeth, my identical twin had been chatting with Alexander Cavannagh online for months, and despite never meeting him in person, she felt herself inlove with him. When Alexander had asked her out on a date, she couldn't bear to disappoint him. However, she had reservations about meeting him alone. Then, she turned to me, voicing her worries.

I was the reserved, shy yet intelligently smart to detect when something was amiss. For this gift of mine, I found it hard to fall in love. Elizabeth, on the other hand was the complete opposite, she was outspoken, jovial and everyone's friend. What I lacked, she had, and what she lacked, I had.

So, I tried to understand why she wanted me to go in her place to see Alexander. It would be just one date and everything would spin back to the way it used to be.

I took a drive downtown, hoping to meet Alexander in Glady's restaurant, a place familiar to me, and more public to be exact. When I saw him, he had a tussled hairstyle, and was donned in a heavy jacket, and the sweetest smile was plastererd on his face when he recognized me walking into the restaurant.

He was calm, nervous as well, but he captivated me with his vibrant laughter, and his stunning smile. He was just like every other normal guy; I told myself playing the part of my perfect sister.

When the evening ended, a sudden patter of rain began to fall, soaking the streets. Alexander insisted that we seek shelter at a nearby hotel which wasn't far from the restaurant. I hesitated, trying to detect what he hoped to achieve by getting us into a hotel. But I guess, I certainly wasn't smart enough to detect the complexities of Alexander.

"We'll just stay there for a while, until the rain subsides. Who knows for how long this rain might storm," he reasoned.

There was something about his eyes, how they magnetically pulled me in despite my daunting thoughts. He was different, I reasoned emotionally, ignoring the silent yet still voice that screamed at me to be cautious.

Alex and I huddled under his jacket while we raced towards Dante's Hotel, he paid for a room and he promised to drop me home when the rain was over. I was quite aware of his masculine presence, his strong biceps when he folded up his sleeves and his broadened chest when he unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt.

I turned to the window, ignoring my thudding heart wondering why the rain was becoming more like a storm. Alex must have sensed my discomfort.

"You shouldn't be uncomfortable, you know me at least to a limit. I won't hurt you," he smiled, brushing back his fallen hair.

He seemed more confident to which I perceived, I waved that off, smiling like a little lady while he washed off and asked me to wash off as well. I couldn't and he didn't push for it. As the rain continued, I knew that all hopes to return home would seem fertile, so I accepted whatever games fate was playing on me.

"Are you always this quiet?" He arched his brows studying me.

I shrugged, throwing in a laugh to ease the tension as I dragged my eyes from his chest, it was intoxicating having to watch the curls on his chest weaving down his abdomen while escaping into his trousers.

"You keep on giving me those glares, come on, I'm not a monster, Elizabeth," he drawled, pulling me up which startled me.

He smelled my hair, hugging me close, "we've always talked naughty while online, remember?"

Naughty! Elizabeth never told me this part of the deal. I whimpered, trying to shrug out from his embrace. He pulled me back kissing my neck.

"You're everything beautiful," he moaned, cupping my breasts.

I pushed him off, slapping him hard across his face. He flinched, looking back at me like I'd just rained brimstones on him.

"I do not recall having any dirty conversations with you," I tried to sound poised, not shaken by the fact that he had kissed me or I had slapped him.

He snickered, "oh, you like it dirty," he spun me around and pushed my butt to his groin, I shut my eyes, regretting for an instant why I had walked into the hotel room with him.

Did he actually think I was Elizabeth? What sort of man was dumb not to tell the difference? I groaned, realizing that he was just meeting Elizabeth for the first time, and that includes me!

"I recall you telling me, you like a pinch of BDSM," he trailed wet kisses down the nape of my neck, while clasping my neck tighter. I fought the wave of sensations that were beginning to overpower me.

Did Elizabeth ever talk this dirty with a stranger? He could be anything, a killer, a... whatever! How could I have trusted him?

BDSM! I was never into any of such acts! Do I continue to play the part of my sister or spill out who I really was?

I could feel the rise of his bulge tantalizing my behind. It's been ages since you last had a mild blowing sex, a voice spoke to me, why not give in?

No, not like this, I replied to it. Not with my sister's boyfriend. He pulled up my gown, peeled my lace panties and thrusted a finger and two into the depths of my moist pussy.

"You do not want this, yet you are all wet for me," his voice was husky.

He pulled the fingers out and pushed them into my mouth, "taste the juice, yourself," he murmured, tugging at his trousers.

What the hell did he just do, making me taste my own juice? He sinned me around, clenched my mouth as he looked into my eyes before he leaned down to kiss me on my mouth.

Act like Elizabeth! Don't give yourself away! I struggled, trying not to frail my hands sideways like a strangled bird.

His tongue slipped into my mouth while his other hand fastened and loosened the sash around my waist, pushing down a sleeve of my gown to allow passage of my breast.

One of my breasts reared a sizable view and a hardened nipple, I didn't realize how he had skillfully unclasped my brassieres. He bit my lower lip, tugging on it while he threaded my knotted nipple with his index finger and thumb.

"Liz, you're...so fucking wet," he groaned, pushing down the other of my sleeve while he performed the same ritual on my breasts.

Liz? I'm no fucking Liz and I hate the fact that I was so darn wet for him! my mind had screamed.

He pushed down his trousers, pulling my hand to his hardened cock, it was quite long, and veiny, bopping continually when my fingers clasped around it. My eyes bulged, wondering how the quiet Alexander could be this confident in sex.

I fled to the bed, thinking of a possible way out. Maybe if I persist in acting like I do enjoy this, he will give up the idea of having me, I thought to myself. He grabbed my ankles dragging me downwards towards him.

I gasped, while his hands squeezed my full breasts, "your breasts are magical, I remember you telling me how flat your nipples can be when aroused but they're fully perky, and I love it," he whispered into my ears, turning me over.

He cradled my buttocks before positioning himself on my back, his massive cock gradually penetrating my pussy- squishing as it glided through.

I wouldn't moan; I told myself. But his thrusts were rather intoxicating as he was. And I let out multiple moans without meaning to. He was just too good, and I simply wanted more.

He picked me up placing me on the counter while pushing my feet to his shoulders, then he leaned in taking my nipples into his mouth.

And while I tried to stifle my moans, they transpired into screams as he began to pound me harder.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes," I said repeatedly which followed a rapture of orgasm that flooded me.

He continued to ram into me, faster and faster, drawing close to orgasm as well. I squeaked hoping he wouldn't spill into me, pushing myself out from under him but his strength dwarfed mine hammering into me all of his semen.

He pulled at my hair while he came, groaning loud into my ears. "I want to do this again, you're so fucking sweet," he mumbled after a while.

I watched him as his tongue flickered his lips, his words waltzing in the depths of my mind. This time, I wouldn't be able to say no to him. He fucked me so good that I visibly wanted more.

What if he learns about my identity, what if he spills this one-night affair to my sister? I possibly can't be the one telling my sister that her boyfriend and I had had a great sex. But I knew I would want more from him, even if I deny him, my body will betray me. And I would want him to fuck me all over again.

He stepped back, pushing his hair backwards before stepping into the bathroom. My legs shaken from the pure, sweet torture he had tendered on me. I shut my eyes, relishing in the event that had just unfolded, knowing that I had just betrayed my own twin sister.

But if Alexander comes again, I will let him have his way. My body would want him to have me automatically.

What was the word?

The word that vividly captures how heavenly and striking Raphael was. It was outrageous that I was his stalker.

I mean, I'm a plain-looking girl becoming an adult who was still struck down with low self-esteem and a drawing book to betide myself.

But when he did picked up my younger sister who had fallen while playing before me at the park, I knew at that point that I wanted him.

Raina, my sister raced towards me after he had strutted off raving about how this handsome man was everything like a dad.

We never had a dad, and Raina possibly saw him as one, but I wasn't seeing him as one. I was having dirty thoughts, and those thoughts turned me into a stalker.

Next, I'd stepped up my game walking up to him in the grocery store while pretending it was a coincidence. But what I saw of him should have propelled me into hating him. Funnily, fluids dropped from the folds of my organ.

He had thought that I had wanted to rob him only to have the cops rain on me. My mother came to my rescue, and I finally had to agree never to steal again and then sealed it with a document.

But I guessed my stalking on Raphael never faltered. He was never married, and he never smiled after I had learned his girlfriend had jilted him for his best friend.

Yet something about him was striking which I couldn't perceive yet. The mere sight of him turned me on, it struck my nipples to pebbles and made my breath hitch while making my sex organ react provocatively.

Reality dawned on me when Mum was shackled by loan sharks. Mum had taken a loan to start up a restaurant. But one funny night, fire burnt up our little stall, and Mum was left to start all over again.

But how would Mum pay back the already-taken loan?

I would catch Mum crying in the corner of the room which we shared. She tried to push through, I knew she tried. Trying to make ends meet and encouraging me not to give up college.

But I saw her pains and it became worse when Raina was diagnosed with appendicitis and she needed surgery. I had to do something; I couldn't just sit back and watch while Mum suffered but where would I get the funds for all of that?

Raphael Turner.

His name whooshed into me like still-wind. After class, I strung my handbag over my shoulder and then started at Turner's Company. He was a CEO, basked often behind glassy doors and windows.

Suddenly, my self-esteem seemed to have soared high, as I pushed through the doors acting classy in my tattled-torn shoes and worn-out clothes.

I pushed open the door after my little display in the lobby. Raphael Turner looked up from the desk, studying me.

"You," his eyes caught recognition.

He remembered me, that was a start, I reassured myself shutting the door behind me.

"Mr. Raphael Turner, " I called out, meeting his gaze while taking the swivel chair before him.

He must have thought me mad as I sat before him. I tried to quell the rumbling in my stomach; they were like waves crashing at the hull of a ship. But realizing what I needed from him, I had to stand right up again.

"I thought you already signed an agreement, what are you doing here?" He asked with a cold-stoned face while placing his pen on the desk.

"God did blessed us with feet, didn't he?" I asked.

Stunned by my sentence, he stared wide-eyed. "What?"

"And he did bless us with light, darkness, and life yet it doesn't seem to go round."

He scoffed, "Is this but a joke? Save that for the lord's day. Young girl, I could have the cops put you in jail this instant....,"

He stopped as I went down on my knees. "I need your help, Mr. Turner. I had to push off your assistant hoping to gain an audience alone with you."

He sat back, giving up yet not pleased with the sight before him.

"My sis is critically ill. She's in a lot of pain, she badly needs surgery.....,"

"Get out." He fixed a dead stare on me.

My heart jumped, was he even listening to me? My hands were beginning to shake.

"Didn't you hear what I said? I said get out. This is not some charity hall that you run in here and pour out your heart. Neither am I the son of God." He said to me.

"I would do anything...," I rasped ignoring the still voice telling me to give up.

"I would have the security guards throw you out if you don't leave my office." He warned.

I stood up, shoving a hand through my dark hair as drops of tears ran down my cheeks. But I wouldn't give up, I came here for a reason and I must have it, I reminded myself.

My fingers began to unbutton my cream shirt. "You can fuck me right here like you do to those girls in Virginia's inn. I don't mind, as long as you help me out." My voice quivered.

I don't know what shook him most; the fact that I knew about his secret escapades at Virginia's inn or my audacity in having him fuck me. I took off my shirt allowing his eyes to wander my almost naked body.

I was in a pale-colored brassiere which had cupped up my full breasts proudly, I was breathing hard aware of the sweet sensations shooting through my body while he stared at me.

"Tell me, how old are you, girl?" He asked, pushing back his chair while coming towards me.

"I'm twenty," I replied to him.

He seemed composed, not even slightly turned on by my breasts. I started to reach for the clasp.

"I think you should reconsider that." His dark eyes spook more darkness than the sight of him. He picked up my shirt and threw it on my body.

"If you ever do this again, I won't take it easy on you," he said, then jerked the door open.

Wasn't he slightly aroused by my little display? At least, he would want to unclasp my brassieres, cup my breasts, and push his groin to caress my crotch.

Or wouldn't he even take more pleasurable delight in having me in his arms fucking me to insanity? But I guess I was wrong.

He waited till I was done wearing my shirt, then motioned me out with a disgusted frown.

"Now, get out."

I must have been crazy turning down such a juicy offer. She was only but a girl who was desperate to have her needs met.

And I certainly wouldn't give her what she needed. I wasn't made to believe such weak and easy tales.

I knew she had been stalking me, from the park, down to my house, to the office and the grocery store. I was bound to make her hate me, but that did not deter her one bit.

She seemed more spirited, skirting away from morals and needing to do the needful. She was someone I knew but didn't know. The thought of her breasts, thoughts that they could fill my hands had me aroused yet again.

One good thing was how I had willed myself in not giving in to the temptations of her alluring body, but I didn't know how long my self-control would last. So, she had to go.

I must snap out of all lucid dreams about her; I was old enough to become her father. Why then was I nestled deep in the thoughts of her?

I passed by her house when returning home, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. I would be a bad man if I allowed myself to languish in her tender arms. Yes, I was already a terrible man pointing out the fact that she knew about my sexual escapades.

The thought of it twitched my manhood, and I caught myself thinking about ramming my meat in her.

"Oh, for the love of God." I slammed my palm to my head, got out of my SUV, and started towards the door while nodding to a greeting passed by the butler.

While bathing I heard snatches of creaks but doubted what I heard. It might probably be the cook, trying out some new recipes. I had to step out of my room in my fluffy robe as the noise grew.

Tory, the butler was wrestling with a scruffy kid, pulling her arm aggressively. I couldn't catch sight of the child's face; the silhouette only gave me the shape of a girl.

"Tory, what is going on here?" I asked.

Tory froze at the sound of my voice but never let go of the child's arm. "Sir, I'm so sorry. I don't know how she got in."

The girl stirred and skated her eyes towards me.

I'll be God-damned.

I supposed for fear of his job, Tory hadn't bothered to let me know about the intruder. The gates had tight security, how the hell had she gotten in?

Her eyes were blurred with tears, was she about to cry?

"Tory, that would be all."

"But sir, I'll have her thrown out this instant." His voice was firm.

"That would be all, Tory," I repeated, turning to face the girl.

When Tory's footsteps had receded, I walked closer to her meeting her gaze head-on. What I'd thought were tears were the state of her eyes, glassy like the sea.

"How did you get in?" I asked.

"I scrambled into the trunk of your car. You're my only hope, Mr. Raphael." She answered.

Her audacity spooked me, the same as her stalking on me. What in the world was wrong with her?

I should have thrown her out that instant, but I allowed myself to return to my room while she followed me.

"You have the guts," I smirked watching her intently as she shut the door behind her.

"I'm never giving up, sir." She flipped her hair back with a shaky hand.

I arched a brow. "You've broken your agreement. I could have you punished for dual offenses."

"You can punish me in different ways. If it would appease you."

My cock twitched behind the robe hearing that. Did she know what she was asking of me?

I laughed a short laugh, pushing myself to stand before her. Her hair was ragged, whipped by the rain which had poured earlier on, her boyish clothes clung desperately to her body.

"Do you know what you ask of me?" I asked, capturing her face in one of my hands.

Her skin burned beneath my touch, and her gasp only made my boner harder. I pushed a finger into her slightly opened mouth, thrusting it in while envisioning myself pounding her.

I shoved her gently so that she was jammed against the door, pressing my body on her even though she had been wet by the rain.

Her breath hitched while my breath ragged on, I wanted to kiss her and run my fingers through her damp hair. Her chest rose and fell as I found my hands cupping the exact breasts that had haunted me for hours.

She is but a girl, the thought stung. I collected myself, stepping back at once while meeting her shocked expression.

Was she expecting this to continue? I turned away, hiding the protruded bulge formed on my robe.

"If what you say about your predicament is true, I would help you." I knew why I was saying that. I wanted her out.

How could a girl like her turn me on? How long do I have to restrain myself from acting like the justified man that I was not?

"Take a shower, when you return, you shall have your cash given to you. And when you do, leave." I told her.

She must have been shocked, she did walk into the bathroom but returned clean and naked. I thought I must be running mad.

I was sitting on the edge of the bed still dressed in my robe when she stepped out from the bathroom. Her round breasts stood out while droplets of water drenched from her hair ran down her proud breasts. Her dotted areoles nestled her pointed rock-hard nipples. Tiny strands of curls rolled on her public area, making my hands ache to touch her right there.

Had she gone mad? What was she thinking?

All sense of reasoning raced out from me when she walked towards me, climbed to the bed to reach me. Then, she pulled off the sash knotted around my waist.