Torn Between The Billionaire Twins

Was this real?

Or am I dreaming?

I kept smiling as Richie got up from the bed beside me. The feeling of fulfilment, accomplishment, success and satisfaction.

People set various goals and made numerous plans to acquire luxury.

But for me, Cindy Blake, my luxury was to win the heart of a man, I wanted him to love me while I would become the apple of his eyes. I wanted us to be together in bed and that had just happened few moments ago.

It all started five years ago, when I was still a fatso, bullied and ugly girl with low self-esteem. Just another loser among my peers but it wasn't my fault. I was only seventeen years old, clueless on how to handle myself or relate with others.

On that day which I could never forget, I went to the river with the few people that I could call my friends. We swam for hours and when it was time for us to leave, everyone got out of the river except me.

My friends thought I was messing around as I called out to them to help me out. They kept laughing, making fun of me until it was too late.

Neither could I stay afloat nor fight for my life. I was already drowning and at the river bank were my friends, laughing at me. At that moment, I felt lonely, unwanted and useless.

I had already given up on life when a strong hand reached out to me under the water. Despite my weight, I was pulled out and carried to the bank.

Blurry.

I couldn't see clearly but I could see the face of a young man. His handsomeness was enough to give me back the hope of living. Peeking at his face was enough reason to stay alive.

Maybe he thought I had passed out, he opened my mouth and gave me mouth to mouth breath.

I felt like I was in heaven.

'Grab his head and turned on the heat to make it a passionate kiss.'

The voice in my head kept tormenting me.

I wanted to but I couldn't. I wouldn't want to spoil the moment. No man would want to kiss a fatso shapeless loser like me, not a handsome man like him.

He just wanted to save my life. My foolishness would only embarrass. After he has sat me up, he moved back and I saw my friends coming closer to me. They stared into my eyes with regret filled glances.

Pushing them aside, I took a closer look at my savior's face. He was naked, all he had on him was his swimming shorts. Before he could turn to walk away, his face was already registered in my memory. On his back, there was a mole.

I wasn't a fan of mole but I fell in love with it.

Thousands of words sprang in my mind but I couldn't say any of it out. I already knew what I was, a loser. If I wouldn't mind embarrassing myself, I couldn't embarrass this angel.

Since that day, I couldn't get his face off my mind and I wanted him and only him. Then, I started working hard, trying to lose my weight while becoming the most beautiful version of myself.

Over the years, I became a beauty, an enviable one. The loser had now become the champion and all the eligible men in Long Beach wanted me.

I didn't want any of them. I only wanted my savior, my knight in shiny armor. To reach him was another problem, I had no information about him except his face and the mole on his back.

Luckily, three months ago, I saw the face, the same face that had become a part of my mind, the face that I couldn't give up on. It was plastered on a poster.

The angel's name was Richie. The one and only Richie Stuart, the only heir to inherit Stuart Group of Companies.

"What are you thinking about?" Richie's voice snapped me out of my long thought.

"About you, my sunshine," I murmured sweetly and rubbed his ear as he bent over me on the bed.

Since I saw his face on that poster, I kept orchestrating ways to meet and seduce him.

I made it!

Who could have believed, he asked me out few weeks ago and we sealed our love last night with a heartwarming lovemaking.

"I am still standing here right in front of you. Why not ask me questions instead of bothering your thoughts?" he asked, winking into my eyes.

'Why won't I love this man with all my heart, all my life?'

His cute eyes reminded me of five years ago. The kiss that I couldn't get at the riverside.

"Bring it on, give it to me!" I grabbed his head and we locked lips in a passionate kiss.

He later went into the bathroom. As I heard the sound of water oozing in the bath, my mind opened and something came in.

'Maybe I didn't look closely, that's why I couldn't see it.'

'Can it disappear? Isn't it congenital?'

I made up my mind to stop deliberating over it, I would see it once he had finished bathing.

Few minutes later, he came back into the room with only a towel around his waist.

I rubbed my eyes to have a clearer look as he walked past me.

I couldn't believe it.

I felt stupid for a moment.

There was no mole on Richie's back. As impossible as it seemed, it was real. There was no mole and no sign that something was ever there. It was plain, flawless and disturbing.

"Hey, are you okay? What's wrong?" Richie asked all of a sudden and I was jolted awake. "You have been staring at my back since I came into the room," he added as I couldn't release my tongue.

"I'm good!" I responded with a fake, forced smile.

'If Richie was the man that saved me, why doesn't he have the mole?'

'If he isn't the man, why does he have his face?'