President’s Twins: Buy One, Get One Free

In Green Lemon’s studio, Dante was still busy designing. He had always been a night person. His apprentice Anna, however, already exhausted from her day job, was yawning all the time.

Footsteps coming from outside the studio broke the silence of the night.

“Who is it?”

Scowling, Dante took a glance at the door. Anna was shocked by his sudden question, rubbing her eyes, she was now less sleepy.

“Miss Downey.” She espied Hayden for n instant.

Hayden nodded as she entered the studio. The lights shed on her, rinsing the darkness obscuring her image off her.

She hadn’t gone home ever since she left the party because she’s certain that Joseph would definitely be there. And she couldn’t talk to him about Pola yet.

She seated herself on the couch while Anna poured her a cup of tea.

“Just came back from the party?” Dante broke off his designing and came sitting down across from Hayden.

Faintly, Hayden nodded an agreement.

“Why are you so down?”

Dante studied her, frowning. “Did someone annoy you?”

“Sort of.”

Hayden took a sip of the tea that Anna served her. Freshened, she asked Dante.

“What the hell is wrong with men, huh? A conniving bitch can always get you with just a little trick.”

“Come on, you are being biased.” Dante understood her insinuation instantly. “I can’t speak for others. But Joseph? Handsome and rich, he’s got girl coming on to him like iron being attracted by magnet. Even so, I’ve never seen him relent for any girl.”

Frowning, Hayden refuted. “Never? He’s as submissive as a puppet now.”

He believed whatever Pola said. How dumb is that?

iceberg that takes forever to melt. I have never

defending him?” Hayden snapped, rose to her feet. “Can’t I just find some place for a moment

“I’m just being realistic…”

explain and didn’t notice that

left the studio

in a hotel than to listen to

something wrong?” scratching

the tea before him. “You didn’t. But women don’t need your

what do

gave him

be on her side and cuss whoever upset

felt like she’s a

on the fire. She wandered in the street purposelessly; the freezing cold chilled her to the bone. The merriness and festiveness of Christmas

“Hayden?”

voice

then whirled to see a flaky who covered his head with mask, scarf, hat, sunglasses. By

wouldn’t have recognized Lyon but for his distinctive

“It’s really you?”

down a little bit. “Hayden, what are you doing out here in

stroll

her. “The hotel gym was too crowded. And I

for a night jog since his

his protections, asked suspiciously. “Fresh air? I doubt that you can even

have a choice.” He laughed as he

“Want a drink?”

anywhere go anyway, Hayden thought to herself, it won’t do any

The waitress stared at Lyon for a long while when

thought the waitress recognize Lyon but wasn’t so

“Takeout or dine-in?”

“Dine-in.”

Lyon said curly.

Lyon the cups, she whispered. “Are