SAVED BY MY TWIN MATES

"Where did you get that video?" My hands are shaking as I press the phone to my ears.

"An unknown number sent it to me." Serene's scared voice answers from the other side of the phone.

I had lost my consciousness after watching the video and woken up few minutes after we arrived the hotel. Theron had called a nurse to attend to me before rushing out the room.

"Listen Eirlys, it could be a fake video. I just wanted to show you." Serene speaks again.

The person in the video was too familiar for him to be 'fake' but yet again, my brother died two years ago. I saw him cremated.

It couldn't be him but what is this nagging feeling in my chest that he might actually be the one?

"Eirlys?" Her voice shakes me out of my thoughts as I sit on the bed, facing the mirror.

"I'll call you back." I hang up.

I take in my appearance and sigh, unable to recognize myself. My ginger red hair is frizzy and strands of it stick to my sweaty forehead. My round blue eyes are red and swollen as though it had been stinged by beez The rose pink tint of my full lips has disappeared and are now darkened with tears streaks on them.

Repulsed by my haggard and dirty looking self, I stand up, pulling down my dress and staring at my naked body. It is strange to look at. It has been ever since that night. I take in the curve of my tiny waist and the slightly invisible belly pouch that sits on my lower abdomen.

My breast are perky and sits just below my chest with pink areolas surrounding the nipples.

The roundness and curvaceous of my hips are still full and visible. I smile a bit, grateful that I still had my dream body. If that is my only consolation I'm life, I'll hang on to it for now.

I hear the door rustle and I race to the bathroom, clicking the bathroom door shut.

Footsteps enters the room and I close my eyes in embarrassment, knowing he would see my underwears.

"Snack?" He calls out.

"Y-yes?" I answer.

Since the first day we met, he had resorted to calling me snack and no matter how much I had told him I didn't like the name, he didn't care. Now I'm used to it and even though I hate to admit it, I don't want him to stop calling me that.

Theron has never called me by my name.

"I got you some food. I'm heading out. Text me when you get out."

I hear footsteps, the door clicking and locking as he goes out.

I heave a sigh of relief as I slid down the bathroom door.

I quickly take a refreshing bath, washing away all the strain and knots in my body with cold water.

I reach for the towel and realise they are in the closet outside, just before the bathroom.

I panic for a minute and realise he has long left the room. Stepping out of the bathroom, I tiptoe to the closet to bring out a towel when suddenly, I hear someone clearing their throat.

I scream, throwing the towel away as my feet slips and give way.

I shut my eyes, waiting for the impact of the floor when a hand reach out and pulls me to their chest in a swift motion. I hold them tight, breathing heavily as I try to calm myself.

After a minutes, I jerk back, trying to pry myself from the strong hold and cover myself up but I couldn't.

The hand pressed me in even and I recognize the body scent of sweat and sandalwood.

Theron.

'Theron' my brain registers and I begin to push him, looking for an escape.

He is holding me. I am naked.

He saw me naked.

Heat floods through my body in embarrassment and I push again, mumbling incoherent words as my lips are pressed against his chest.

"Stop." His voice is low and soft.

I stop and only then did I notice his head is resting on my shoulder.

His thumb is caressing the small of my back, moving a little too close to my butt. Any wrong move and his hand will be on my butt cheeks.

I stiffen as his other hand move upward to my neck, tugging me back to look in his eyes.

"I want to kiss you so bad." His eyes are filled with lust and desire as he whispers dangerously.

Before I can respond, his lips are on mine. Warmth floods through my body as he pries my mouth open gently, sliding his tongue into it. His full lips is hot against mine, manuevering his way as he pleases.

I lean into him, kissing him back with fervent desire. I let him play with my tongue and claim my lips. He bites and nibbles on my lower lip, sucking it and running his tongue on it. I moan, unable to hold back.

His hand glides down to my butt, pressing and smacking it.

I moan again as his lips travels to my neck, sucking on the skin and biting it.

I trail my hands on his bare back, scratching at it from the pleasure he is giving me.

In one swift motion, he lifts me up and walks back to the bed, placing me gently in the middle of it without taking his eyes off my body.

He takes one of my nipples in his mouth, rolling his tongue and sucking on it with carefulness.

"Theron. Please don't stop." I beg.

"Open your legs." He demands.

I keep them shut, unyielding to his request. I'm not fool. As much as I want him right now, I just couldn't.

"No."

"Mira. Open up. Please."

What?

'Mira?'

"Who is Mira?" I ask, furrowing my brows.

He looks up as if in realization and cuss repeatedly, hopping off me instantly and picking his shirt.

He heads back to the closet to pick up a towel and toss it at me.

"Cover up. You look disgusting." He remarks and walks out.