Free Ruined: Loving An Alpha Male: BWWM Romance by S.K. Lessly Page A

quite a few times. It’s beautiful up there.”
    I nodded.
    “Yes, it is. I haven’t been back there in a long time.”
    “So what brought you to Philly? School?” he asked me.
    I shook my head.
    “No. Actually, I came here when I was thirteen to live with my grandfather.” He nodded with understanding, but I felt I needed to explain, so I said, “My mother and father weren’t model parents, or citizens, for that matter. My mom left my dad and me when I was about nine, and for a while it was just me and my dad. But then he met the-bitch-from-hell, and he became just as useless as my mom. So my pops came to rescue me.”
    “Well, I can relate to useless parents. I’m closer to my grandparents than to my own parents, too,” he shared. “Do you have any siblings?”
    “Nope, it was just me.”
    “Ah, spoiled are you?”
    He smiled mischievously at me.
    I nodded.
    “Oh, in the worst way. But not in the traditional sense.” I laughed. Then I asked, “What about you? Are you the only child?”
    I wanted to absorb all I could about this man. He nodded and smiled.
    “Nope, I have an older sister and a brother.”
    I smiled back.
    “Really? Are you close with your sister and brother?”
    He chuckled slightly.
    “Well, my older sister is a pain in my ass who worships her pansy-ass husband. So no, I don’t get along with my sister at all. My brother and I are thick as thieves, though.”
    “Is your brother older or younger?”
    “Uh… he’s older, but only by a few minutes.”
    My eyes grew wide. “Twins.”
    He nodded. “Yup.”
    “So there are two of you? Are you identical?”
    “Oh yeah. We are identical in almost every way.”
    ‘Holy crap, I can’t believe there are two specimens of perfection that exist. What are the odds of that?’
    “So you can’t tell the two of you apart at all?” I asked him.
    “I think you can, and I’m sure my brother would agree. But sadly there haven’t been a lot of people that could.”
    “Okay, but clearly your parents could? Right? And your sister?” I asked him.
    He shook his head.
    “Nope, the only people that could tell us apart growing up were my grandparents and our best friend, AB.”
    I shook my head in disbelief.
    “No, I don’t believe that. I mean, what about girlfriends? You mean to tell me no one else could tell you apart?”
    He shrugged and started to laugh.
    “You should have seen the many jokes and things we got away with growing up.”
    I laughed and asked, “So is his name Jason so that you two had matching names? Jason and Mason?”
    A rich-sounding laughter came through him, and I smiled back at him. I really, really love to hear him laugh.
    “That is so cheesy,” he said, shaking his head in amusement. “My parents aren’t that creative. His name is Marcus.”
    “Okay, so if your brother was here right now, I wouldn’t be able to tell you apart?”
    “I’m sure you could now because my hair is cut short. But other than that, you probably couldn’t tell. We have the same everything.”
    “Same height, weight, and everything?” I asked him incredulously.
    “Yup, same everything.”
    “Humph.”
    I looked in his eyes and wondered if I would be able to tell the difference. I knew the answer was yes. I knew for a fact his brother couldn’t make me feel the way I was feeling right now.
    “What?” He looked at me quizzically.
    I looked in his beautiful blue eyes and said, “I wonder if I could tell the difference.”
    He grinned devilishly and leaned to the side. He retrieved his cell from his pocket and scrolled through it. When he got what he wanted, he handed me his phone.
    On his phone was a picture of two men who looked like a mirror reflection of each other. Their hair was the same, same smile, same bright teeth, same body type, and the same twinkle in their eyes. They were two of the most attractive and sexiest men I have ever seen. They both were holding up a huge fish that I assumed they caught themselves. They each