Twisted Love: A Prequel

by Brenda Ford

  “Hmm, if you say so.”

  “Why are you being all funny, Alex?” I shoot back, a little irritated now. “This is supposed to be a good thing. We all want Brad to be happy, don’t we? After everything that he has done for us.”

  He’s silent for a beat too long which only amps up my irritation. “I want him to be happy too, I just… well, shouldn’t you be worried about your own love life?”

  “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Now, I feel like I’m seeing red. Why is Alex delving into my love?

  “I mean… well, things between you and Mandy have been… you know, for a while now, and I just think that you should try and focus on her happiness.”

  “Me and Mandy are fine. You don’t need to worry about us at all. You know what, get back to your band, Alex. Forget I even said anything.”

  I slam my cell phone down on the desk and let out a little yell. I wish I hadn’t called Alex now, I don’t know why I bothered to speak to him about Brad when clearly, he doesn’t give a shit. Then he dares to go in on me and Mandy. We’ve been together forever. Just because things have been a little… stale recently, it doesn’t mean I need his advice. We will get things back on track, it’s just a rough patch. I’m not worried.

  Honestly, the better that his band does, the more selfish Alex becomes. I have a horrible feeling that this is going to become an issue at some point.

  “Fuck you,” I mutter spitefully as if he can actually hear me. “Fuck you, Alex.”

  But he’s got to me. I can’t help it, his words have affected me, so I grab my phone and start to fire off a message to Mandy to arrange to see her, just because I need to prove to myself. I don’t have anything to worry about. It’s stupid and childish, I know it. But I’m caving into Alex’s taunts.

  I suppose despite our closeness, there will always be an edge of competitiveness to our relationship. Sometimes, I just allow myself to forget about that.

  “What the…?”

  Before I even start typing, before I have even worked out exactly what I’m going to say, a text from an unknown number comes in. A statement from a stranger attached to a shadowy picture that makes my blood run cold and my heart stop beating.

  “No,” I whisper as I look at it, my head shaking violently as I try to process what I’m staring at right now. “No, no, no…”

  This changes everything. Nothing will ever be the same again.

  ‘Mandy is cheating on you. Here is proof. Just thought you should know’.

  3

  Alex

  “I’m an asshole,” I mutter as I hang up the phone, cutting off my twin brother. “Why the fuck did I have to mention Mandy?”

  Even her name feels like acid on my tongue. It’s painful to speak because of the agonizing truth that he doesn’t yet know. The complicated truth about me and Mandy.

  I saw her first. That’s always the defense I give myself when the guilt gets too much. I saw her first at that frat party and I kissed her first as well. Of course, I didn’t know how strong my feelings were going to be then, she was just another girl in the long list of people I have kissed, but now I know the truth to how I really feel about her. I know what a mistake I made by walking away from that kiss and never looking back.

  I can have any woman I want. My band isn’t even that famous yet and I have girls throwing themselves at me all the time, especially after gigs, but none of them have ever meant anything to me as much as Mandy Anderson. None of them ever will.

  The one fucking woman I can’t ever have.

  After that first kiss, I didn’t see her for a few months. I continued on with my life and obviously she did too because the next time I saw her she was on the arm of my twin brother, looking like the cat who had the cream. I don’t even know if she recognized me at first. She was so into Angelo.

  I never mentioned the kiss and I don’t think she did either, I was prepared to forget all about it since it didn’t mean a damn thing, but then something terrible happened. The more time we spent in one another’s company, the more the sexual chemistry between us grew. I was sure that Angelo had to feel the tension in the air, it was absolutely palpable, but he’s never said a thing.

  I would never do anything to hurt any of my brothers, I’m not that sort of a person, but there’s something powerful about lust. It’s made me crazy, wild, basically an animal. I was like a drug addict; I needed a hit. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t do anything aside from think about her. Angelo didn’t even feature. I was completely consumed by Mandy, and it made me lean in that night to share our first kiss as my twin passed out drunk on the couch. Much as I hate myself for that, I torture myself over it every single day, I know it would have happened eventually. There was no way we could fight the magnetic pull between us forever.

  It isn’t lust anymore, it’s love. I’m fully head over heels in love with the one woman that I cannot have, and it’s killing me every single day.

  ‘Mandy, we need to talk,’ I fire off a text to her in the heat of the moment. I need to do this now. ‘Are you free?’

  I know the band will be pissed off with me if I leave practice early, but my head won’t be in it now. I need to have my creative spirit flowing freely if I want to be the best front man I can be. Recently, this distraction with Mandy has been affecting me badly, it’s really starting to damage my career. I need to put an end to things before it all really explodes. The trail of destruction this will eventually leave behind is catastrophic. I need to stop this before it gets to that point.

  ‘Sure,’ she texts back right away as if she was waiting for me. ‘Usual place?’

  “Just ignore the way she makes you feel,” I tell myself quietly as I agree to the place. “Don’t think about that. Think about Angelo instead.”

  Her tight lips wrap around my cock and she drags them up and down, circling her tongue over my length in the expert way that only Mandy knows how to do. I toss my head back in ecstasy, needing that release to come. This woman knows how to work my body like a machine and that’s why I keep coming back over and over again.

  I was supposed to break things off. That’s what I started saying. I told her to focus on my brother instead, to make things right between them. How the fuck did we end up here again? And why the hell can’t I stop?

  My fingers knot up in her mane of flame red hair. Instead of pulling her away like I know I should do, I tug her towards me, plunging into the back of her throat. The wet heat of her mouth drives me crazy, my heart pounds so hard against my rib cage that I fear it might break free, I can hardly get enough air into my desperately ragged lungs. I’m a fucking mess.

  “I… I love you,” I murmur as she focuses on my tip. “I fucking love you, Mandy.”

  She always tells me that she loves me too, when her mouth isn’t full like this, but I’m sure it can’t be the truth. If so, she wouldn’t be with Angelo anymore. She wouldn’t want to keep stringing us along. But there’s always an excuse, and because I’m a sucker, I fall for it. Every single time.

  “Fuck, Mandy.” Her fingers graze along my balls, making me shudder. “Fucking hell, you have no idea what you do to me.”

  This shitty old warehouse isn’t the sort of place you have sex with the woman you love. Only if you have no choice. It’s fucking pathetic.

  “Mandy, shit!” I cry out far too loudly. We’re supposed to be discrete. Anyone could hear us. “Fuck, I’m getting close, I’m getting…”

  She yanks her head away and smiles up at me, those beautiful green eyes of hers glittering in the sunlight. I tuck my hands under her arm pits and crash my lips to hers, tasting myself all over her as I kiss her deeply, passionately. I don’t take my mouth off from hers as I spin her around and slam her against the brick wall.

  “Oh, fuck me,” she moans as I hitch up her skirt. Mandy always wears easy access clothing for our liaisons, so we don’t have any awkwardness. “I want you inside me, Alex. Now, you sexy fuck.”

  I don’t need to be a
sked twice, not when I’m in such a dizzy mess, so I use one hand to tug her silky panties to one side and one to angle my length into her. It doesn’t matter how wrong this is now, how taboo our affair is. I want her so badly that nothing could stop me.

  “Oh, wow,” I groan as I thrust into her, her tight wet pussy surrounding me. “Fucking hell, Mandy. I want you, every single day.”

  She wraps her legs tightly around me, dragging me in deeper. I hold her weight easily, leaning her against the wall, and I fuck my stress away. The knowledge that I’m a fuck up vanishes, the mess of my life disappears, the idea that this can’t possibly have a happy ever after ending goes. Instead, I give myself over to the wonderful feeling of being with the woman that I love.

  “Who else have you fucked this week?” she gasps, her head lolling to the side and her eyes falling closed. “How many groupies?”

  “None,” I tell her honestly. “You know there isn’t anyone for me but you.”

  “No, I don’t want to hear that. I want to hear that you have been a bad boy.”

  She does this sometimes, plays little games that I don’t quite understand, but I always go along with it to make her happy. I’m the powerful, wild rock star on stage, but with Mandy I’m a fucking puppy dog. I really do hate myself for it.

  “I fucked a blonde back stage at our gig at the weekend. She was sexy as fuck. Keen too. Willing to do anything, even let me put it in her ass.” Mandy moaned like this was making it even hotter for her. “Then, I had a threesome on Monday night. Two… two girls in a bar who recognized me.”

  “Shit, you really are a naughty boy, aren’t you?”

  “I also slept with a cougar last week. She was… was…” I can’t keep coming up with these bullshit lies. I’m about to lose my damn mind and I want to concentrate only on the woman that I’m with right now. The person who I love and can only have rare snatched moments with. I don’t want that taken away.

  Instead, I kiss Mandy’s neck, inhaling her beautiful scent, savoring every second of this moment for the time that I’m alone and she’s playing happy families with my brother.

  As I explode inside of her, everything is perfect. For a brief moment, everything seems to be right. I know that I’m right with the person I need to be with… but as time passes and we straighten ourselves out alone in this quite and disgusting place, I know this can’t go any other way other than hell.

  “Mandy…” I start, ready to have the exact same conversation that we tried to have earlier again, but she holds up a finger to silence me as she looks at her cell phone. “Can’t that wait? I really think we need to talk.”

  “Fuck,” she spits out angrily. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

  “What’s going on? Is it more important than the chat we need to have right now? Because I think there’s a lot to say…”

  “Yes, this is more God damn important.” Her eyes are wild as she stares at me. “Angelo knows, Alex. Someone told him. We are fucked.”

  Oh my God. The hurricane is here.

  4

  Nelson

  Angelo has been ranting downstairs for the last hour or so, yelling at Wesley about Mandy. Apparently, he has just discovered that she’s been having an affair… which I think only comes as a surprise to him. Everyone else has been able to see that Mandy is bad news for ages. We’ve all tried to tell him, but he hasn’t ever wanted to listen.

  Well, now I guess he doesn’t have any choice. He has to hear it.

  I know that I should go down the stairs to support my older brother soon, but to be honest I have my own issues to deal with. One problem in particular that gets worse every single day.

  Miss Clark. Miss Amelia Clark, my English teacher from high school who lives next door with her daughter, Rosie. Miss Clark who I have spent torturous years fantasizing about while sitting in her class and living next door to her. I can’t escape her. I can’t have an attraction to anyone my own age because she’s always there, playing with me like a toy, knowing that I want only her.

  Even now, I can’t assist my brother in his hour of need because she’s changing by her bedroom window, letting me see all of her, knowing that my eyes are feasting upon her. She might never look my way, but no woman spends such a long time brushing her fingers delicately over her pert nipples if she doesn’t want to be seen. She fucking loves it; I think she needs a voyeur and she wants it to be me. Sometimes, we lock eyes in class, and I can see the spark there. The knowledge that me and her have a dirty little secret which constantly gets more intense.

  My fingers drift down towards my rock hard cock as my head spins with lust. I can’t think straight as I look at her, she turns me into this primal needy animal who can barely control himself. All I want to do is rush over there, to forget about the fact that I’m only eighteen years old and she’s in her early forties, closer to Brad’s age than mine. Really, it should be Rosie that I want to see since she’s just turned twenty and is beautiful as well, but she doesn’t captivate me like this incredible older woman does.

  Her experience will allow her to show me the way, I just know that she’ll be as commanding and bossy in bed as she is in the classroom. It’s too much for me, I can’t stop myself from stroking my cock as I watch her.

  I graduate soon. And in only a few weeks, I’m going to make my move. I’ll change this from just a fantasy to reality. She won’t be able to say no, not when she wants me just as much as I do, and she won’t get in trouble with that either.

  It’ll be taboo, but not life ruining. Perfect.

  I gasp as she turns towards the front facing window and she shows me all of her tight body. I pick up the pace as my eyes flicker up and down her thin strip of pubic hair. She’s soaking between those thighs, I can just tell, and I cannot wait until I’m buried deep inside of her, feeling it all.

  “Fucking hell,” I splutter as I erupt far too quickly, covering myself in a mess. “Fucking hell, Miss Clark. Even in my mind, you’re too much.”

  So many nights have been spent dreaming about bending her over at her classroom desk, fucking her on that giant bed of hers, pressing her up against that window and just claiming her as my own.

  We will have our time. It’s coming. She just doesn’t know it yet.

  Once I’ve cleaned myself up, I grab my cell phone and I scroll through the messages. Alice, Kayla, Rochelle… they all want me to hang out with them. The three friends have fallen out over me many a time, and according to rumors, they aren’t the only ones. But it’s pointless. They will never have the part of me that Miss Clark has. They don’t seem to realize that they are wasting their time…

  But maybe I should throw one of them a bone, just for one night. Just to get some of this frustration out of my system before I get to the real deal. Perhaps it would be better for me to lose my virginity before I get to Miss Clark. I don’t want her to think I don’t know what I’m doing.

  But which girl would I pick? Alice, with her dark hair like Miss Clark? Kayla with the same green eyes? Or how about Rochelle who’s completely different so there isn’t any chance of me mixing up my fantasy…

  “Holy shit!” Oliver bursts through my bedroom door without even knocking, as if privacy means nothing to him. Good job it’s now and not a few moments ago.

  “What’s going on?” I drop my cell phone, forgetting about everyone else.

  “Can’t you hear it? That nightmare downstairs?”

  “Oh, right.” I roll my eyes. “Angelo has just realized that his girlfriend is an asshole. Yeah, I heard it. I could have saved him a lot of time and heart ache if he’d just listened to me sooner.”

  “Who do you think it is?” Oliver flops down on my bed. “Who is she screwing? You can’t really tell from the picture the mysterious number sent. It’s just a shadowy figure.”

  “Do you definitely know that it’s Mandy then?”

  “Oh, she is clear as day. It’s just the guy.”

  “I don’t know.” I shrug helplessly. “But I feel sorry for whoever i
t is. I wouldn’t want to be on the wrong end of Angelo’s wrath.”

  “No, me neither.” Oliver shudders. “It’s going to be a real shit show. Of course, we are all going to get dragged into it as well because we will have to support him. Then Brad will want to do things the sensible way and not fight because he doesn’t ever want any of us to get into trouble…”

  “I wonder whatever happened with his ‘perfect woman’. I guess we won’t find out for a while because we can’t exactly ask Angelo about our brother’s love life while his is such a mess.”

  Oliver falls into a thoughtful silence and I can tell that he didn’t just come here to speak about our brothers. This will either be about me or him. I seriously hope it isn’t about me. I don’t want to get into any sort of conversation about my love life. It’s safe to say that no one will approve.

  “So, Rosie…” Ah, okay. It isn’t about me. It’s about Oliver and his long term best friend, Miss Clark’s daughter.

  Fucking hell, I might be about to create a shit show of my own.

  “What’s going on with Rosie?”

  His head falls into his hands before he starts talking again. I have always had the suspicion that Oliver’s feelings for Rosie go a little deeper than just friendship, but if I even dare to suggest that he loses his damn mind.

  “She has just broken up with Tristian… or more, she found him cheating on her.”

  “Shit, it seems to be everywhere at the moment!”

  “Right. Only there’s some big work event at the company she’s at, where he works as well, and he’s going with the girl he cheated on her with.”

  “That’s harsh.” I shake my head sadly. “Poor chick.”

  “Right. So, of course I never met Tristian, she knew he would be too jealous of our friendship to handle it…”

  “Which makes a lot of sense now we know he’s a cheat!”