Chapter 4

Brianna's point of view.

It was two weeks after the most uncomfortable lunch I've ever had that ended with Logan rudely leaving. It was very evident that the Kings were against this marriage with the way they acted. It makes me wonder what my father had done to make them agree in the first place and why he seems so eager to hasten the preparations.

“You didn't think Dad threatened them with murder, right?” Brenda asked when I brought up my concern to her.

I didn't think so because the Kings are much more powerful than us Connors, a mere threat wouldn't have made them agree to the alliance. I was more worried for my sister, if the way Logan treated me at the club is any indication then that means Logan is a monster.

‘A monster you can't stop thinking about,’ a voice said in my head. I shook the thought off. No, I'm definitely not thinking about the night he made me orgasm multiple times.

I turned my attention back to a sulking Brenda. She was mad because Logan refused her idea of a pre-engagement shoot a couple of days back.

“I can't go through with this,” Brenda said for the umpteenth time today as she paced around the room restlessly.

“Maybe we should try to talk to Dad one more time,” she added.

“It's the engagement day, Brenda, it's already too late to change father's mind,” I said calmly.

Our maternal aunt was there to help us. She was the one that dressed Brenda up. She also tried to talk to my father but was immediately shut out. Dad doesn't even like seeing because he reminds him too much of Mum.

Aunt Linda opened the door slightly and poked her head inside,

“Brenda, it's time to come out, everyone is waiting downstairs,” she said and closed the door.

“It's really happening,” Brenda half yelled. I walked towards her and clasped my hands with hers.

“I'll be with you all through the party,” I said and she nodded.

We went downstairs for the engagement. The engagement started immediately.

After a few minutes, the engagement was over. It was the fastest engagement I've ever witnessed. Logan dissapeared after the exchange of rings. I stuck with Brenda all through the exhausting exercise, greeting family members, taking pictures, making small talks, etcetera.

After a while, Brenda decided she was done and snuck out while the party was still going on. She made me exchange clothes with her and pretend to be her saying she needs to get out. It's not the first time we've done this and gotten away with her, one of the benefits of been identical twins. Sometimes, our family couldn't tell us apart. I refused at first because she couldn't be absent from her engagement, but after a lot of talking, I finally agreed.

I joined the party after grabbing a glass of wine the changed my mind of took water instead. The last time I got drunk I had sex with my future brother-in-law. I couldn't afford that again.

I maintained the exhausting smile until I saw Logan heading towards the piano room at the bottom of the stairs. He carried himself as if he is in his own house.

The nerves of tha bastard!

I excused myself from the group of people I was standing with and went after him. I needed to talk to him regarding the arrangement and how he would be treating Brenda. That should calm me a bit.

I opened the door and saw him sitting on a bench with a glass of wine in his hand, he ran his fingers on the piano keys. The door shut behind me with a soft click but that was enough to make him aware of a presence, he looked up and stared straight at me. I swallowed.

No, I refuse to be intimidated

“You play?” I ask and nodded at the piano.

“Not since I was a teen, you?” He asked in his attractive, deep voice.

“Sometimes,” I said and swallowed again.

God! Why am I always speechless around him?

He nodded.

“Come play it,” he said and smiled. It's one of the most fake smile I've ever seen.

I folded my arms across my chest and tilted my head forward,

“No, I came here for a reason,” I said and desperately held on to the tiny bit of confidence that hits me now.

He smirked. Okay, that seems more genuine. He should smirk more often.

“Really? What is it you came for?” He asked.

“I want to know how you'd treat–” I was about to say ‘my sister’ but quickly caught myself, I realized I was talking as Brenda now.

“I want to know how you'll treat me after we get married, and if whatever bad blood between you and my father would affect our marriage,” I asked and I'm surprised I don't stutter.

His jaw flexed for a fraction second at the mention of my father, I would have missed it if I blinked.

“What makes you think I have a problem with your father?” He asked and took a sip from the glass he was holding.

“Oh please! It was very obvious when you so rudely left lunch the other day,” I said and rolled my eyes.

“I appreciate your observational skills, your sister seems rather clueless,” he said and clicked his tongue.

Did he just call me clueless? The nerve of that bastard.

“I'd rather you don't badmouth Brianna, she is not clueless,” I manage to said through gritted teeth.

“Oh, you thought I was talking about you? I was referring to your obnoxious twin Brenda,” he said and clicked his tongue.

My eyes widened in surprise. He couldn't have figured out I wasn't Brenda, right? No one could tell us apart.

“What? Surprised I figured you out already, Brianna?” He said and smirked.

I shook myself out of the surprise. So what if he was able to tell us apart, he doesn't seem sure.

“I can't believe you mistook me for my twin, Mr King. I'm Brenda, your fiance, and not Brianna,” I lied through my teeth.

“Drop the act, I never forget a good fuck,” he dropped casually. My cheeks heat up at his words, which is very abnormal because I should be offended that he referred to me as ‘a good fuck’.

“I don't know what you're talking about,” I denied further even though it's completely pointless now.

He took careful strides towards me. He touched my arm softly. It was a completely harmless touch and the butterflies that took flight in my stomach was absolutely not necessary. God! Why does my body react this way to his touch just because we spend a night together.

He lifted my chin and made me stare into his eyes. I subconsciously licked my lower lip, that subtle action drew a smirk on his lips.

“I think your body remembered me too well even if you pretend not to,” he said and removed his hand from my chin. I cursed inwardly.

He turned and only then do I release the breath I didn't even realize I was holding. I swallowed hard and tried hard to appear like his presence doesn't affect me.

“Can you not talk about that night again?” I asked.

He turned to look at me and cocked an eyebrow.

“You didn't have a good time?” He asked.

I couldn't answer that. I had more than a good time, but I'm not about to admit that to him. I chose the safe option to avoid the question.

“You're getting married to my sister, it's not a good idea if she knows what went down between us,” I said.

“She doesn't seem to like me much though, I don't think it would be a problem if she knows,” he said.

“She is my sister, and I'd rather just see you as my brother-in-law than something else,” I said, but it seems I was trying to convince myself rather than talk to him.

Brenda might not mind much if she knows we had a thing in the past, but she'd obviously be hurt if anything happens between us again. And at this rate, I can't promise myself it wouldn't.

“Can you please not bring it up again? Let's just act like we don't know each other,” I said in a pleading tone.

“I'll think about it,” he said nonchalantly.

I turned to walk out of the piano room but he said something that made me stop in my track.

“On one condition,” I turned to face him.

“Play the piano,” he said.

I swallowed. That's feasible.

“You won't talk about it ever again if I play it once?” I asked in a serious tone.

“I'll think about it after the hearing the piano,” he said and smirked as if taunting me.

I grumbled and sat on the bench. My body froze when he slid into the empty space beside me. We sat so close that our arms graze. He seems unaffected by our closeness as he said,

“Come on play,”

I snapped out of my trance and proceed to punch the keys, I soon got lost in the music.

I opened my eyes slowly after I finished playing the song to see Logan staring at me with an untold expression in his eyes. A knot formed in my stomach

“Was it that bad?” I asked.

“I don't give compliments but that was beautiful, Anna,” he said and smiled. My stomach flipped.

‘Anna’. No one has called me that ever since mum left. It was either Bri or Brianna. I don't know why the nickname made me the butterflies in my stomach to take flight. But I still furrowed my brows and said,

“Don't call me that,” I said and stood up almost immediately.

“I like it,” he said.

“Well, I don't,” I snapped.

“I kept my part of deal, we're done,” I said

I turned and walked out of the room before I do something foolish. Thank God it was a bit dark so he probably didn't see the blush that crept up my cheek.

Pretending to be Brenda was about the worst thing I did today because I can't seem to get a hold of the butterflies in my stomach. I refuse to admit that I'm attracted to him, because that would mean my doom. I can't be attracted to my twin sister's fiancee, right?