Falling In Love With The Billionaire Twins

“Why do people choose to do this over and over again? I don’t understand how they can bare it,” Sierra said, her voice quiet, her body almost numb. She hadn’t seen Damien in two weeks. The first week she’d cried so often, her face had looked like a white Oompa Loompa from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

Finally, the tears had stopped and a deep sense of numbness had set in, thankfully. She didn’t smile, didn’t cry, she just sort of existed.

“I promise it will get better. I know this answer sucks, but just give it some time. He’ll come around, you’ll see. You know what, though, if he stays away then he just doesn’t deserve you because he’s a fool. Don’t give up on love. People fall in love over and over because we’re meant to be with someone, meant to have a happily-ever-after. We aren’t solitary creatures. We need a companion, someone to care for us. You will have that, either with Damien or another very lucky guy. Whoever wins you has won the lottery,” Bree said.

“You have to say that, Bree. Thanks anyway, though. I need to get out for a while. I’ve stayed in here feeling sorry for myself for long enough. I’m through with love forever, but I do need to get a life. I have job hunting to do.”

“You can take as long as you want. I love having you stay with me. I’ve been trying to get you to do it forever. Before you start working full-time again, we’ve got to have some play time, please?” Bree begged, a smile on her face.

Sierra could see Bree was trying her hardest to act positive, but she knew her best friend, and knew she was worried. She needed to quit stressing Bree out. She had enough on her plate with her son Mathew and her ever-growing family.

“I’ll be fine, Bree, and I’ll spend as much time with you as possible, but I really want to work. I miss Damien, but I miss my job, too. I enjoyed working for him. I hope to find something similar to that. I’ll just make sure my boss is ugly and old. There’s no way I’m working for a hot guy again,” Sierra vowed.

“They’re not that easy to hide from. I so wasn’t looking for love when my brothers decided I needed a personal bodyguard, but I’m thankful every night I lay down beside him. Don’t give up love is worth the pain you have to go through sometimes to reach your happy ending.”

“I truly envy you right now, not enough to hate you, just enough to steal your husband,” Sierra joked.

“You don’t even know how those words are music to my ears. I’d loan him to you, but then I’d have to kill you, and I love you too much to do that,” Bree gave right back.

“All right, I guess I won’t flirt shamelessly with him. I can’t promise not to gaze at his incredible chest when we’re all swimming, though.”

“Deal,” Bree said as she laughed. “Don’t worry, I’d be doing the same if the situation were reversed. When Chad comes in from a long run, and his chest is gleaming, I become an animal. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of that man!”

“Okay, Bree, Damien introduced me to the most earth-shattering, phenomenal feelings in the world, and then took it away. I so don’t want to hear about your amazing sex life,” Sierra said, but she smiled to take the sting from her words.

“You started it,” Bree pouted. “How about we go shopping? That will get you out of the house.”

“That sounds perfect. I have a quick errand I have to run first, so why don’t I do that and then pick you up here in one hour?” Sierra asked.

“That’s great. It’ll give me enough time to shower and change. Mathew decided it would be funny to spill his breakfast all over mommy instead of eating any of it,” Bree replied pointing at the dried milk on her shirt.

“I wondered what that awful smell was…” Sierra joked.

Bree left to get ready and Sierra walked downstairs, climbed in the borrowed car, and started driving to her father’s home. There was one employee still working there, a maid, who Sierra had befriended. The girl had begged Sierra to get away, threatening to turn her father in, but Sierra had finally managed to convince her that he’d just make her go away and Sierra would lose her friend if that happened, so Mara had agreed to keep silent.

Sierra realized she’d left her ornaments behind. It was a tradition for her mother to buy the girls a new Christmas ornament each year, and Sierra had to have them. Mara had told her that her father was away for the entire day in business meetings, so Sierra should be safe to run in and out. She knew if she asked her dad for them, he’d just destroy the irreplaceable treasures. She couldn’t let that happen.

Mara opened the gate for her and Sierra parked up front. She wanted to get in and out as quickly as possible, not taking any chances of running into her father.

“Sierra, I’ve missed you,” Mara said as she flew down the steps.

“I’ve missed you, too. As a matter-of-fact, Bree told me she’s looking for a new maid. Hers got pregnant and is moving in two weeks. The position comes with room and board,” Sierra told her.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

Mara gave her another hug, obviously excited to get away from Douglas Monroe.

“Let’s hurry and find your treasures so you can leave here. I don’t want to take any chances on your father returning early,” Mara said as she looked around.

“I agree. Go finish cleaning so you don’t get in trouble. I’ll tell Bree you want the job. You can leave here in two short weeks. I can’t wait to visit with you again.”

“You’re right. I’m already behind schedule. I’ll see you soon, my friend.” Mara quickly left and Sierra made her way to the stairs. The decorations were in the attic.

When she reached the top of the landing, terror momentarily paralyzed her.

“You do realize I have all the calls made to and from here monitored, don’t you?” Her father was standing before her.

Panic filled her as fight or flight kicked in. She didn’t know which direction to run, she just knew she had to get away. The stairs that would be her quickest escape route. She turned and took a step when she felt his foot in the small of her back.

She desperately tried to regain her balance, but it was a losing battle. With horror flashing through her, Sierra went flying down the stairs. She felt a shooting pain in her leg before everything went dark. Damien took a drink of coffee as he prepared his briefcase. He was utterly exhausted, not having slept more than a couple hours a night since he’d broken it off with Sierra.

He missed her.

Refusing to cave into even himself, he guzzled the rest of the hot liquid and grabbed his keys. She was the one in the wrong, not him. She’d betrayed him. He opened his front door, barely catching himself from stumbling backward.

“You miserable, rotten bastard!”

“What the hell.” Bree poked him hard in the chest, her short but sharp fingernail almost tearing through his shirt.

“Sierra is lying in the hospital right now, black and blue, three broken bones, and a partial concussion all because of you!” Bree yelled as she poked him again.

It took several seconds for her words to compute in Damien’s brain. Sierra was at the hospital? He needed information. In his worry, he forgot Bree was the enemy.

“What happened? My fault? How? Why? Is she going to be okay?”

“No, she’s not. She’ll never be okay again because you’ve ripped her heart out into a million pieces and then stomped on those just to make sure there was no chance of her healing,” Bree snarled.

“Did she try to kill herself?” Damien asked in horror, all color leaving his face at the thought.

“Of course not, you moron! Sierra would never do something like that. What I meant was that her father nearly killed her, but that doesn’t compare to the devastation you’ve put her through. She has to want to get better in order to survive; otherwise the slightest infection can sneak up on her and take her life. Right now, she’s so miserable because she’s in love with you and you tossed her aside like yesterday’s news, so she’s not trying hard enough. She doesn’t feel like she has anything to live for anymore…”

Bree choked on her final words as tears welled in her eyes. Damien was horrified. Was Sierra really in love with him? She couldn’t be, because she never would’ve betrayed him if she was.

“Where is she?”

“You don’t need to go there and upset her all over again. I swear if you hurt her again, you’ll have to deal with me!” Bree threatened.

Damien looked at the petite girl before him, not standing more than a couple inches over five feet, weighing less than half of him, and he realized she actually thought she could harm him. The thought was so absurd it made him smile, which was apparently the wrong move on his part. He jumped when the heel of her shoe slammed down on his foot.

“Damn!” he shouted as his toe began to throb. She knew how to aim those things. He glared down at her.

“Do not laugh at me, Damien Whitfield. You may think that me and my family are horrible people, but we love each other more than you could ever comprehend. I consider Sierra my family, and I swear I can take you out if you so much as make one more of her tears fall,” she roared.

Damien almost staggered again as the realization hit him that he liked her, he actually liked this woman he’d thought of as his enemy for so many years. He fought the warm feelings building inside toward her, but he couldn’t stop it.

“Let’s go,” he said, his voice gruff.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

“What?” It was Bree’s turn to be confused.

“You obviously aren’t going to tell me where she’s located, so you’ll just have to drive me there,” he commanded as he locked his door and swiftly walked down the stone steps. He eyed her small convertible with suspicion as he glanced at the open roof and the grey sky.

Oh well, nothing like living on the edge, he thought as he maneuvered his large body into the small passenger seat. He suddenly had sympathy for sardines.

“I didn’t invite you in my car,” she said as she eyed him with suspicion.

“Well, too bad. You’ll just have to deal with it because I’m going to see Sierra.” He crossed his arms as he waited for her to make her decision.

With a roll of her eyes she finally climbed in, then gave him an evil smile before she threw the car into gear and pealed out of his driveway.

Damien grabbed the door handle, thinking he may have been a bit too rash in his decision to ride with the woman. She was obviously insane. He tried to yell for her to slow down, but as their speed picked up and she wove around traffic on the busy Seattle freeway, his words were carried away by the self-made wind.

He said a prayer for the first time in his life.

They arrived at the hospital and Damien really hoped his legs would hold him up. He hadn’t been that frightened since he was a young boy. As he touched solid ground again, he looked over at Bree with her ridiculous Cheshire grin. His respect went up another notch, dang it.

“Just remember, Whitfield, you’ve been warned,” were her parting words before she preceded him into the hospital.

Damien had no trouble keeping up with her as she moved through the hallways of the vast hospital. She stopped in front of a closed door, sent him a final warning with her eyes, then slowly turned the knob and walked inside.

Damien was stunned silent by the sight of Sierra. There were wires coming from seemingly everywhere, and a machine next to her with consistent monitoring beeps coming from it. Her face. Her poor face. Her right eye was bruised and swollen, and a scrape ran across her chin. The rest of her body was covered, but he almost didn’t want to know what it looked like.

“Her leg was broken, and she has two cracked ribs. The leg happened on the stairs. To the paramedics who came, it looked like the bruise on her side indicated someone had kicked her hard.”

“I’m going to kill him,” Damien said, his voice quiet, but deadly truth lying behind his words.

“Not something a man who doesn’t care would do,” Bree taunted him.

He glared at her before moving to Sierra’s bed. It was his fault. He knew Douglas was a horrible man and he was under no disillusions that parents were always perfect. Though his mother had beaten him regularly, it was never to this severity. Looking at Sierra, he thought he’d had it pretty good.

Before he knew what he was doing, he lifted his hand and gently brushed her hair back. Her eyes fluttered as they slowly came open.

She looked at him with a sweet smile as if they were waking up on any ordinary day.

“Morning,” she mumbled, then flinched as she tried to move.

“Don’t move,” he warned.

Her eyes widened as she slightly shook her head, then looked around. Damien felt his heart clench as he watched the sweet smile disappear as reality set in. She looked back to him, and he saw her trying to mask her emotions, too weak to pull it off.

“What are you doing here?” she asked with a little hoarseness in her voice, while looking past him at Bree.

“Bree picked me up,” he said. He didn’t know what he was doing there.

“You hate her, though,” she rasped in confusion.

“Thanks, Sierra,” Bree mockingly said, but with humor.

“Yeah, well, she’s kind of stubborn,” he answered with a sheepish grin. “She has a hell of a stomp, too.”

Sierra looked between the two of them in shock as they both smiled. He couldn’t explain it to her because he couldn’t explain it to himself.

“He shouldn’t mock me when I’m being serious,” Bree countered.

“Yes, I’ll be sure not to do that next time.”

“Next time?” Sierra asked with hope. Damien looked at her, surprise radiating from him. She was lying in a hospital bed with broken bones, her body bruised, her future uncertain, and what she was most concerned about was his relationship with Bree.

He turned to Bree and looked at her with new eyes. Could his mother have lied to him? How could a monster inspire such loyalty, such love? He thought back to everything he’d found on the Anderson’s. All of it contradicted what his mother had said, but he didn’t want to believe that.

He couldn’t.

“Sierra, are you feeling any better?” Joseph asked as he walked in the room with a giant bouquet of flowers, balloons and a stuffed animal.

“Yes, Joseph, much better, thank you. You really shouldn’t have gotten me this room, though. I was fine in the other one,” Sierra answered softly.

“Of course we weren’t leaving you in that room. I’m so sorry your father would dare do this to you. If he wasn’t already in jail, I’d go give him an ass kicking right now,” George said as he bent down and kissed her forehead. “I have a couple friends on that force, maybe they can sneak me in,” he added with hope.

“No you won’t George Anderson, and before you even think it, neither will any of the boys. You won’t stoop to that man’s level by getting in a brawl. He won’t ever come near Sierra again. Now, quit talking about him or you’re going to upset Sierra,” Esther, George’s wife, said as she walked in behind him.

George’s shoulders slumped as if he was really disappointed he didn’t get to go give a whooping to the man.

“Thank you, George. Your concern means the world to me,” Sierra said as a tear fell. George bent down and tenderly hugged her before stepping away, giving Esther a turn.

Damien turned to Bree and mouthed, it wasn’t me, while pointing at his eye and implying the fresh tear from Sierra. He enjoyed the way Bree’s eyes opened in surprise at the joke. He was starting to realize Bree just may take him down if he made her best friend cry again. The love and affection was overwhelming in the room and though it was a foreign family sensation, Damien loved being a part of it.

“Damien, I brought this with me. It’s yours so you should have it back,” Joseph said as he stepped beside him and placed a small toy in his hand. When he looked down and noticed the faded D. W carved in the bottom of the wooden rocking horse, he felt a lump form in his throat.

“I’m not ready,” he said, his voice a bit gravely.

“Take all the time you need. All we ask is that you give us a chance,” Joseph said, respecting Damien’s need for space.

“I need to think. You focus on getting better, Sierra. I need you better. I’m so sorry I was such a jerk. I’ve really missed you…,” Damien said as he reached down and reassuringly squeezed her hand. She nodded as her eyes grew watery, but no tears fell, thankfully.

He wanted to lean down and kiss her, but it was too much right then. Without saying anything more, he gripped the small rocking horse in his hand and walked from the room.