Page 182 of Indecent Lies

Addison loved nothing more than playing the twins off against each other.

Getting them to compete to impress her.

Texas never realized what she was doing until much later.

He just thought he was making his girl happy.

He never noticed how the sly way she wormed her way into their lives, making herself the center of everything.

He was a boy with a hard-on for a pretty redhead.

And the night they were going to lose their virginity together, Texas had been called downstairs for something for his mom and when he got back up to his room, he heard the muffled moans and the whispers of panted breaths.

It took him a minute to realize Addison was in bed with Malachai.

Their silhouettes moving together in the dark.

He stood in the doorway; his heart ripped out.

Only to hear her moanhisname.

He got out of there after that, didn’t even confront her.

He was too busy feeling like death.

“When she said my name, what did you do?” He suddenly asked Mal. “That summer.” He clarified.

“I realized she thought I was you. That she’d crawled into the wrong bed. When I told her who I was, she just kissed me and told me to keep going.”

The confrontation that came afterwards was brutal.

But for Texas it was done, no matter what his feelings had been at the time. Addison begged and pleaded that she was sorry. She wasn’t sorry enough to stop fucking his brother when she realized, or to keep fucking him all night.

Yeah, Texas was forced to listen to that shit.

To his girlfriend getting railed by Malachai, to hear her orgasms that should have been his.

For Texas, he was done after that.

For years until Mal hit twenty and supposedly got her pregnant, he avoided being around the couple as much as he could.

Until she’d told him the night before her wedding, “it should have been you.”

Even then, when she’d hooked the other Hunt brother, she was still playing her conniving games because Texas was still stupidly drawn to her.

At their rehearsal dinner, she’d made a play for him and then when Mal walked into the hallway, saw them together, asked what the fuck was going on, his cunning bride turned to Mal and said she wanted them both so they had to work it out.

Texas tuned back into the question Mal asked him and met his eyes.

It was almost as if they could fit right back into their twin souls, where emotions, thoughts and body language virtually became one skin.

“She wanted to marry you and have a relationship with us both. What the fuck do you think I would have said, Mal? Fuck no.”

At the time he hadn’t even given an answer, just turned on his heel and left.

He got through their wedding and the next day he disappeared for good.

Not that she left him alone, for years, she’d plagued him.