In the charming town of Edinburg, Dulce runs her late mother's bakery. Her life changes when she agrees to a house exchange with a famous couple in Paris. Upon arrival, she is startled to find not one but two men (twins) sharing the house.
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Dulce was about to speak when Angelo's thumb gently pressed against her bottom lip, pushing it down and parting her lips.
"I want to taste you. Now." He said. His words sent her heart into madness. She struggled to maintain her composure, because her breaths were becoming gasps.
"H-How?" She stuttered, surprised at her own participation in this unexpected role play.
Angelo pinned her against the counter, and his hands firmly gripped her hips as he leaned in closer.
"I want to sit you down on this counter..." His fingers trailed down her thighs, sending shivers down her spine. "I will open your legs nice and sl-"
Their intimate moment was interrupted by approaching footsteps. They sprang apart, and their eyes turned away as if caught in the act.
"We apologize for this, but Arthur and I are leaving." The lanky guy announced.
"Sure, you know your way out." Angelo replied, unable to hide his annoyance.
Shortly after, Arthur appeared. He approached Dulce, and she leaned against the counter, putting as much distance between herself and Angelo as possible. To her surprise, Arthur pressed his lips to her hand.
"It was a pleasure." He murmured, his eyes meeting hers for a quick moment before leaving with the lanky man.
"Likewise, Arthur." Dulce replied, still flustered.
"Likewise?" Angelo mocked.
"Yeah, he was nice." Dulce defended.
"Nice or cute?" Angelo's question was filled with jealousy, which pushed Dulce to roll her eyes. Was he seriously jealous? It seemed a bit hypocritical considering his own relationship status.
"That's no concern of yours." She answered, hoping to maintain her composure.
"No concern of mine? Funny you say that, considering I was about to give you oral pleasure."
Dulce's eyes widened in shock at his bold comment. How could he speak so intimately without a fragment of shame?
"I thank the universe you didn't. I would never allow myself to be someone's side whore." Dulce snapped back firmly.
Angelo's expression delayed, and any reply he had, he'd forgotten in the aftermath of her words. Instead, he fell silent, and kept his eyes fixed on the floor.
"As I expected." Dulce continued, her voice steady as she turned and left the kitchen, walking confidently into the dining room.
Inside the dining room, the music boomed with energy. "Time of The Season" by The Zombies filled the air, and Pierre and Fleur were caught up in a whirl of dance, twirling together with rolled cigarettes in hand.
As Fleur spotted Dulce, she skipped over with a noticeable enthusiasm. "Pretty girl, let's dance, come on!" She urged, grabbing Dulce's hand and pulling her into the action.
"No, I think I'm alright." Dulce refused, but Fleur was already dashing off, returning later to Aretha Franklin's "Respect."
"Oh come on, this is my last dance for tonight!" Fleur begged, and Dulce gave in, swinging her hips in time with the music.
A hand wrapped around her wrist, and she looked up to find Pierre in front of her, with a rolled cigarette dangling from his lips. He lifted her hand and guided her through a series of spins. Laughter bubbled from Dulce as she gave in.
Pierre grabbed her hips, spinning her once more before locking her hands in his. Laughter was all that was heard but, deep down, Dulce couldn't shake the sense of guilt and sympathy for Fleur.
"Did she pick this song on purpose?" Dulce wondered as the music faded and the laughter eased up. Across the room, Angelo sat at the dinner table, his eyes fixed ahead, lost in his own thoughts.
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"This is when we say our goodbyes!" Fleur announced, skipping happily over to Angelo and planting a kiss on his head before turning to Dulce and planting kisses on both her cheeks.
"Thank you for dancing with me, Pierre." She said, embracing him warmly.
"I can't wait for you two to get married." Fleur added, scanning between Pierre and Dulce. Dulce choked on her own breath at the unexpected declaration, stealing a look at Angelo, who seemed to be watching her closely.
"Always a pleasure, Fleur." Pierre replied with a satisfied smile, clearly pleased by her comment
Once Fleur left, Dulce couldn't shake the question of how often Fleur frequented the house, considering her comfort level. It was possible she had visited many times, being Angelo's girlfriend.
"Does she come here often?" Dulce finally asked, catching Angelo's stare knowingly.
"Not much." He answered, though Pierre contradicted with "Often," at the same time. Dulce arched an eyebrow at Angelo's response.
"Not much?" Pierre asked, pressing Angelo to speak the truth.
"Not as much as I'd like her to be around." Angelo modified, altering the narrative entirely.
Pierre took Dulce's hand in his again, turning her attention away from Angelo's response. "Thank you for dancing with me." He said, disregarding Angelo's presence entirely.
Before she could thank him, he immediately let go of her hand.
"It's okay, you can hold my hand." She reassured him, remembering their earlier conversation. She reached for his hand, intertwining their fingers.
"You're a good guy, Pierre." Dulce complimented, causing Angelo to suddenly stand up and exit the room without a word.
Unbothered by Angelo's departure, Dulce and Pierre continued chatting in the dining room for several more hours before she finally went to bed.
Throughout the night, she wondered if she would awaken back in Edinburg. Would her red and yellow lava lamp send out its warm glow on her wooden table if she dared to open her eyes? Yet, as much as she wanted it, she couldn't deny the thrill of the unexpected that this day had brought. The rushes of adrenaline and the sensation of youth were addictive, unlike anything she had experienced before.
However, the broken heater interrupted her daydream, causing her to wake up in a clammy sweat. Confirming the reality of her surroundings, she found her hair damp and the sheets clinging uncomfortably to her skin.
She made her way, silently, to the bathroom, the only sanctuary in the house. She ran cold water through her hair and splashed her face, which brought some relief, but the urge to urinate was too much. To her horror, she found no toilet paper, leaving her with no choice but to improvise. She relieved herself in the sink, only to have a baby blue toothbrush fall in.
"Fuck!" She cursed, frantically grabbing the toothbrush and quickly rinsing it under the running water before returning it to its place.
As she made her way back to her room, she decided to tell Pierre about the broken heater. However, when she opened the door, she froze: the twins lay asleep, their bare bodies so close it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began. The sight made her gasp in disbelief.
