Twinsequences Ivy (Twisted Twin #2)(7)

“Whoa! Hold up a minute. I’m not here to spread my legs and smile.”

“I was playing. Come on. We don’t have all night.” He tried to take me back into his arms. I jerked out of his hands and continued moving away.

“Screw you. Take me back to my room. I’m not in the mood anymore.”

“What? You can’t be serious. Ivy, you know how it has to be, at least for now.”

“I’m telling you no, Mikael. Go home and be with your wife. I’m done here.” I spun around and crossed my arms over my chest, standing my ground no matter how difficult it was. Two could play head games, if that’s how he wanted to roll. If Mikael thought he was the one in charge, I was going to set the record straight. This was my game, and until he could play by my rules, he was cut off.

I wanted to laugh as he sank down on his small futon, almost like a pouting child. “Do you know what I risk by bringing you here?”

“Do you know how used I feel right now? I’m not a toy you can play with and set aside. I’m a human being. I have feelings. When I say I care about you, I mean it. Tonight only shows me you’re not as in love with me as I am you.” It was a low blow, but it would get his attention and provide me with the knowledge I needed to proceed. If Mikael wasn’t willing to take risks, I needed to find someone else who would. Time was of the essence and I was tired of waiting.

“You’re misconstruing my words. I love you. Do you think I’d risk my career if I didn’t? I’ve never romped around with my patients, not once.”

I wanted to smile, because realistically I had him by the balls, but I kept my composure. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to prove it.”

“How am I supposed to do that?” He inquired.

“Get me out of here.”





Chapter 3


Mikael wasn’t always easy to read. Years ago, when he replaced the psychiatrist at the institution, he was determined, professional, and above all, good at his job. It’s not that those attributes had changed. It’s more like they’re easier to overlook because I know the real man behind the degree.

I still remember the first time I came on to him – to feel him out as being a possible resource. I knew early on I was attracted to the good doctor. For many reasons I could see myself as his wife, settled down with a couple kids. I’d be a good wife; making sure my husband’s needs were always met. Don’t get me started on my children. Ever since I could remember I’d wanted them. The fact that my body couldn’t carry a baby to term was devastating. Imagine your own sister having the life you wanted for yourself, including the man. You would hate her too.

Anyway, back to Mikael.

I’d given a lot of thought to how I would approach him in a physical way. He used to wear a pair of glasses to read. They rested on the bridge of his nose as he made notes during our sessions. He’s since gotten contacts, tossing the plastic accessories in the drawer where I think they still sat.

At any rate, one afternoon I decided to give him what he wanted – conversation. Up until this point I’d devised nothing of value, complaining it’d been a mistake for me to be placed in such an establishment. I swore I’d been framed, and to this day I’m pretty sure I had everyone around me convinced.

With the opportunity to change our relationship in front of me, I adjusted my posture, ensuring he’d notice the way I was carrying myself as I began to confide my deepest desires.

“Ivy, how are you doing today?” It was how he always greeted me.

“Not so good. I’m afraid I’ve been a bit depressed. You see,” I crossed my legs and made sure to lick my lips. “Before I was sentenced to spend time in here, I was pampered.”

“I’m afraid I’m not following you. Are you talking about getting your nails or hair done? I understand habitual tendencies can sometimes be hard to break, but you knew that when you were brought here you’d be without conveniences. Your lifestyle has changed, and it will remain that way until you’re released.”

I snickered and shook my head. “No. I don’t think you’re hearing me. My hair color is natural, and I’m not concerned about my fingernails.” I drug my teeth over my bottom lip. “I miss having sex.”

“I see. It’s common to feel like parts of you are lost. I’m surprised it’s the first time we’ve discussed this.” He adjusted in his seat, as if my confession had made him uncomfortable. “May I ask why you’re bringing this up now? You’ve obviously been here for a while. Sex is a normal part of every person’s life.”

I ran my hands up my legs, hoping he was paying attention. “ I know, but I can’t stop thinking about it. I went from having it a lot to not at all. At night when I lie in my bed, I think about it with random people. I can’t stop. When I close my eyes I’m being stripped of my clothes and taken in strange places around the facility.” This was all fabricated to get a rise out of him. I’d hardly waste my time thinking about being physical with any of the imbeciles I dealt with on a daily basis. Aside from it being a women’s institution, there were only a handful of male employees to pick from; none being remotely attractive, aside from Mikael. Being with him would be easier than pretending to be attracted to anyone else. I knew I might even enjoy it, if I could convince him to stray from his professional work ethics.