The Revenge Games Duet

like a drunken march.

The next pub is called Hudson’s Corner. A bigger joint and even more crowded than the last.

“Emmy,” Dad calls over the crowd.

I slide my way through, holding Poppy’s hand so we don’t separate. “Dad, ease up on the shots. You’re not twenty-one anymore. Plus, it can’t be good for your meds.”

He laughs, kissing my cheek. “You see this, Alan? This here is my daughter, Emmy. Ash’s twin.”

“Twins?” Alan acts surprised. “Blimey! You’re gonna break some hearts.”

“She already has.” The voice comes from behind me, and without turning around my smile is stuck. I twist my body and Logan’s standing behind me dressed in a checked navy and white shirt, tucked into his navy slacks with tan-colored shoes on his feet. His large watch is hanging off his wrist and hair is styled perfectly to the side.

He looks delicious. Like an Armani sunglasses model from a magazine. Perfect in every way.

“Poppy, you remember Logan?”

“Yes,” she beams with a crooked smile. “Congratulations, you smashed it today.” She jumps up and hugs him, much to his shock.

When she lets go, he waits, searching our surroundings.

I lean in and hug him careful not to close my eyes. “I’m so proud of you.”

“I can’t wait to be inside you,” he whispers in my ear.

I pull back, careful not to raise suspicion and trying my best to control the heat that throbs between my legs. I’m wearing a black lacy thong, and it’s doing nothing to curb the ache as the thin piece of string rubs against my clit making it ten times worse. “So anyway, where’s Ash?”

The cocky bastard keeps his expression fixed, his luscious lips grinning with delight. He turns around for a moment, then spins back with his eyes directed at mine. Ash is standing in the middle of a crowd, jug in hand with bloodshot eyes, singing the team’s anthem.

“Oh God, he’s gone,” I mutter.

“Your brother is a toot,” Poppy says cheerily.

“Yeah. Where’s Alessandra?”

Logan shrugs then leans in. “People are watching us. I’ll meet you later.”

Many people in the room spotted Poppy and me wanting selfies, so Logan walks away and begins chatting with some of his teammates, leaving us alone with the small group of fans who join us.

Ash spots us and runs straight to me, almost colliding with Poppy. “Emmy!” He hugs me tight, suffocating me with his odor of sweat and beer.

“All right, you’re kinda strangling me.” I struggle to remove myself from his grip.

“Can you believe I scored that last goal? Especially, since I had a huge fight with Sandy and was too pissed to tell you.”

Well, that explains why Alessandra seemed almost robotic that morning. I didn’t think too much of it at the time, assuming she was stressed about the game like me.

“Where is she?”

“I don’t know. Don’t care. I’m so glad you’re here.” He suffocates me again, then stands on the table with a wobble, whistling loudly to the crowd. “I wanna do a speech.”

The crowd cheers, a loud rumble with feet banging against the wooden floors.

“Firstly, to Coach… you fucking break my balls, dude, and now I know why.”

Coach Bennett tips his hat, smiling like a drunken fool.

“To Mom and Dad… I fucking love you guys. You’re the best parents ever.”