My Twin's Girlfriend (Book 1/2)(RE-WRITING)

Chapter 5 Andy

Patricia wanted me to come over for dinner. As much as I told her no, she came back with the same excuse over and over again. I don't know if I could stand Beatrice. He is such a fucking asshole. Danni is such an idiot for being with him. I mean how could she possible like him?! He was a hypocrite! Patricia had asked if I had anyone in my life but I didn't say. Of course I had flings here and there moving around but nothing serious.

I was sitting at the table annoyed. They insisted that we eat outside because it was a nice night. If I had a fucking dollar for every time I got bitten by a mosquito, I'd be richer than these bastards.

"Andrea dear, can you get the door? Beatrice is running late from training,"

"It's Andy Patricia," I sighed, getting up from the table. I strutted towards the door, watching the maid prepare dinner. I opened the door and there she stood. Her hair was up in a messy bun, her glasses were slightly foggy, her eyes cold and dark.

"Danni," I smiled, catching her attention.

"Andy," she nodded, looking up at me.

"Here for a horrendous dinner?" I laughed. She looked down.

"I can tell you don't like the scene here," I leaned against the door.

"Please don't-"

"My lips are sealed Danni," I smirked, allowing her to come through the door.

"Aren't you cold?" I asked, noticing the goosebumps on her skin.

"N-no, and we're inside now,"

"We're eating outside," I watched a sad expression run over her face.

"Here," I smiled, slipping my varsity jacket off and handing it to her.

"It's okay, I'm okay,"

"Please, I don't want you getting cold," I smiled. When she grabbed my jacket I saw a deep purple bruise covering her wrist. My heart dropped. Anger filled my veins. Did he fucking do this? She looked at her wrist quickly covering it with my sleeve. I was going to ask her but something in her eyes looked lost.

"I don't get cold," I smiled, walking back outside.

"Hello Danni," Patricia beamed, holding her in her arms.

"Hi," she smiled, buttoning up my jacket. My jacket was on her beautiful body.

"Beatrice will be here shorty. Dominique is preparing dinner," she clapped. Danni smiled softly.

"I will get some glasses, please take a seat Danni,"

"Do you drink Andy?"

"No it's toxic," I smiled, taking a sip of water.

"Not even social? Like with your family?"

"I don't have a family to toast with," I smiled, watching Danni sink in her seat.

"Andrea please not in front of our guest," she whined.

"Andy," I warned. I heard her sigh and left us sitting outside. I turned my gaze to her. She was sitting across from me. Her eyes looked everywhere but at me. Where did she get that bruise from? If he is still abusive I will fucking kill him.

"Come here sissy!" He yelled. I ran around the house, finding somewhere to hide.

"I'm going to find you," he laughed, running up the stairs. I ran into our parents bedroom and hid in the shoe box. I closed the lid and tried to slow down my breathing.

"You always hide in the same spot," he giggled, tapping his knuckles against the shoe box. I closed my eyes, hoping he wouldn't find me.

"Found you!" He beamed, slapping me on the cheek.

"Ow Bee!" I yelled, covering my face.

"Remember if I find you I get to hit you," He giggled, sending his hand across my face.

"Stop!" I cried, hitting him back.

"Don't!" He yelled. We were hitting each other, rolling around on the floor.

"Andy!" I was brought back to reality and saw Danni looking at me shocked.

"Y-you broke the glass," she breathed. I looked down, blood covered my hand.

"Fucks sake," I mumbled, grabbing a napkin and putting it on my hand.

"You've already damaged my glasses," Francis sighed, sitting down at the table.

"Go and clean yourself. This is no way to act in front of your brothers girlfriend," I looked over to her. She looked apologetically at me.

"I didn't even want to be here, so I'll just fucking leave,"

"No stay please Andrea," Patricia pleaded, sitting at the end of the table.

"No make her leave, she's a fucking embarrassment," Beatrice laughed, coming towards us.

"Don't say that to your sister,"

"Oh and she's allowed to embarrass me at school mum?" She looked at me shocked.

"Is this true?"

"I was just being truthful," I replied, keeping my eyes on him. He kissed Danni's head.

"Please don't come here and make your brother feel less than he is Andrea,"

"It's fucking Andy Patricia!" I yelled, feeling my hand ache from the glass.

"Don't speak to your mother like that!" Francis yelled, getting up from the table.

"Please sit down Francis,"

"She disrespected you!"

"I'm fucking going. Good luck Danni," I nodded to her. She looked at me sadly. On my way out I punched Beatrice in the stomach.

"Don't fucking touch her," I warned, walking out of the house. This whole family was hypocritical! They drove me insane! Beatrice was such a mummy's boy it was disgusting. I kicked in one of the doors to the Lamborghini and it started going off. I smashed the glass with my fist and ran. Those rich bastards deserve that.

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I thought I was going home but I found myself on someone's doorstep. I knocked on the door. I waited patiently until she opened up.

"Andy," she smirked. My mouth dropped open. She was only wearing black lace underwear. I couldn't breathe. She was sexy as fuck.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer," she smirked, closing my jaw for me.

"How about I take you to your bed and eat you out instead?" I smirked.

"Mmm," she moaned. I approached her. She slowly backed away, her eyes never leaving mine. 

"Don't be shy Miss Jones," I smirked, spinning us and shoving her against the wall. A moan escaped her soft lips.

"Teach me a lesson Andy," she breathed. I smirked and put my lips on her neck, running my fingers over her lacy underwear.

"Fuck Andy," she moaned, grinding her hips over my fingers. She made me throb. 

"Damn Miss Jones," I mumbled, sucking on her neck, causing her legs to wrap around my waist.

"Mmm don't stop," she moaned, her fingers gripping my hair. I took her off of the wall, our lips ferociously attacking one another. I carried her down the hall.

"Fuck Andy," she breathed, my fingers sliding into her panties. I moaned, feeling how wet she was.

"Fuck me Andy," she begged. I smirked, throwing her into the bed and climbing on top of her. She gasped sexually.

"How about please?"

"Please Andy Howard, please fuck me," she begged.

"As you wish Miss Jones," I smirked, going down on her. Fuck she turned me on.