Twin’s Game
Language: en
My boyfriend’s half-Russian brother never liked me. But while his older brother was away on a business trip, the younger twin dyed his golden-brown hair pitch black, showed up at my door in the dead of night, and tried to seduce me. He wanted to prove just how shallow I was, assuming I wouldn't even be able to tell them apart. I looked at the 6-foot-2, hard-muscled college athlete standing outside my door and plastered a look of pure surprise on my face. I pointed toward a package, hinting at the kinky outfit Victor had always flat-out refused to wear for me. "Victor, babe, the stuff you…