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Twins For The CEO
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2 Chapters
Chapter 12 Eleven img
Chapter 13 Twelve img
Chapter 14 Thirteen img
Chapter 15 Fourteen img
Chapter 16 Fifteen img
Chapter 17 Sixteen img
Chapter 18 Seventeen img
Chapter 19 Eighteen img
Chapter 20 Nineteen img
Chapter 21 Twenty img
Chapter 22 Twenty-one img
Chapter 23 Twenty-two img
Chapter 24 Twenty-three img
Chapter 25 Twenty-four img
Chapter 26 Twenty-five img
Chapter 27 Twenty-six img
Chapter 28 Twenty-seven img
Chapter 29 Twenty-eight img
Chapter 30 Twenty-nine img
Chapter 31 Thirty img
Chapter 32 Thirty-one img
Chapter 33 Thirty-two img
Chapter 34 Thirty-three img
Chapter 35 Thirty-four img
Chapter 36 Thirty-five img
Chapter 37 Thirty-six img
Chapter 38 Thirty-seven img
Chapter 39 Thirty-eight img
Chapter 40 Thirty-nine img
Chapter 41 Forty img
Chapter 42 Forty-one img
Chapter 43 Forty-two img
Chapter 44 Forty-three img
Chapter 45 Forty-four img
Chapter 46 Forty-five img
Chapter 47 Forty-six img
Chapter 48 Forty-seven img
Chapter 49 Forty-eight img
Chapter 50 Forty-nine img
Chapter 51 Fifty img
Chapter 52 Fifty-one img
Chapter 53 Fifty-two img
Chapter 54 Fifty-three img
Chapter 55 Fifty-four img
Chapter 56 Fifty-five img
Chapter 57 Fifty-six img
Chapter 58 Fifty-seven img
Chapter 59 Fifty-eight img
Chapter 60 Fifty-nine img
Chapter 61 Sixty img
Chapter 62 Sixty-one img
Chapter 63 Sixty-two img
Chapter 64 Sixty-three img
Chapter 65 Sixty-four img
Chapter 66 Sixty-five img
Chapter 67 Sixty-six img
Chapter 68 Sixty-seven img
Chapter 69 Sixty-eight img
Chapter 70 Sixty-nine img
Chapter 71 Seventy img
Chapter 72 Seventy-one img
Chapter 73 Seventy-two img
Chapter 74 Seventy-three img
Chapter 75 Seventy-four img
Chapter 76 Seventy-five img
Chapter 77 Seventy-six img
Chapter 78 Seventy-seven img
Chapter 79 Seventy-eight img
Chapter 80 Seventy-nine img
Chapter 81 Eighty img
Chapter 82 Eighty-one img
Chapter 83 Eighty-two img
Chapter 84 Eighty-three img
Chapter 85 Epilogue img
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Chapter 2 One

"Hurry up and do the freaking designs I showed you! How do you manage to screw up every single thing you put your hands on?" The words coming out of Anne's mouth sounded nothing like hers but in her position, anyone would have done the same.

"Ma'am, we're only three in this kitchen and we're doing the work of more than thirty people." Rain, her least favorite employee, spoke.

Anne's mind was all over the place so she didn't even give her a reply. Her kitchen looked like someone had set a zoo on fire, with pans and ruined cakes all over the floor. She was livid. The most important people who had the power to decide the fate of her bakery and ultimately her life were right behind that door, and if she didn't deliver her best, she was screwed.

"Drop your pans and get the fuck out." She ordered quietly, her forefinger pointing to the door. She couldn't stand Rain anymore. If anything, the puny woman had been nothing but a setback ever since she hired her.

Anne had divided the workload evenly. Rain was to prepare six crêpes, Jake, her other employee, spoke.

"You're still gonna pay me for this month, bitch." Rain retorted and tossed the ugliest looking crepe on the floor. When she stormed off, Anne breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe now she could focus on the matter at hand.

"The Grinch is finally gone." Jake said and they both laughed.

Their laughter was short lived when the waitress burst in and announced frantically that their guests were getting impatient even after their appetizers.

She had to go out there.

If her ratings got any lower than they already were right now, no one would ever want to come in there and she'd have to shut it down. Jake would easily find a job elsewhere. This bakery wasn't just her workplace, it was the only proof that she still had her life together, but now it was falling apart just like everything else. Scratch that; it'd been falling apart for quite a while now, but once there was a written verdict from those stuck up food critics out there, it would be a done deal.

The beep from the oven snapped her out of her self pity and she hurriedly turned it off and tried to bring the tray out with her bare hands. She screamed when it burned her and dropped it, but it fell to her feet, hurting her further. The remaining cupcakes broke into several uneven pieces of burned and raw, completely unfit for consumption not so much for presentation. She gaped in horror and took a few steps back, bumping into Jake who'd just filled his tart plate with batter. It splattered onto the floor leaving a gooey mess in its wake.

The tears stung her eyes but she held them in. She wouldn't give up just yet.

"You're gonna have to make the quickest but best pop tarts you've ever made." She instructed Jake, taking off her apron and going back out to appease her unwelcome guests.

"How are we enjoying our time here?" She began, with a plastered smile on her face. No one smiled back.

"Let's just cut to the chase here, ma'am. So far, you've given us no reason to give you a positive review." The first critic on glasses said. "You begged us to give you a second chance and we did. Even announced when we were coming. We never do that for anyone. I'm sorry but if we don't get any..."

Suddenly, Jake was out with a tray filled with the only pastries that had survived. Anne shut her eyes in despair. Presentation. It looked horrible.

The six critics shared a look as he hurried up to their table, slipping. She froze, but he recollected himself and set the poorly prepared pastries on their table.

The critic who'd spoken first was the first to stand and the others stood up as well, looking as though they'd just been insulted.

"We've tried our best but this is the height of it. Whatever happens next is beyond our control. Good day." He said, before leading his crew out of the bakery.

She was on her knees on the floor, as she watched them leave her establishment, the worst case scenarios forming in her mind. This was it. It was over.

"What do we do now?" Jake asked, afraid for her.

She wiped the few tears which had slipped out.

"We prepare our last order..." She whispered, getting up. "And bake it like we never have before."

***

Asher gathered his things together, getting ready to leave the office. He had just completed a deal of thirty million dollars that evening, but he couldn't say business was blooming.

His personal assistant stood staring longer than necessary, her cleavages on full display and her teeth biting into her blazing red lips. He couldn't stand this creep. Ever since he hired her, she'd tried everything; flashing him, purposely bending over and pretending to pick stuff up and all that bullcrap.

He knew what she wanted but she wasn't exactly his type. And besides, he never mixed business with pleasure. Plus he had more pressing things on his mind.

His ailing father had requested his presence once again and gosh was he getting sick and tired of the old man. Sometimes, he wished he'd just die already. The man had been the worst father when he had his strength and his health, but even in his frail stage, he still managed to make his and his sister's lives miserable.

He drove his new model tesla reluctantly into the mansion he'd once called home. It held so many memories for him, his mom's salty cooking, his father controlling his every move, and even the bittersweet day he'd lost his virginity and strangely developed a craving for blueberries. Hopefully, this meeting would be a short one. It was his birthday and he'd rather spend it partying or balls deep in some hot broad than with his dad giving him useless advice.

The old man looked worse than before, plugged to tubes and other pathetic equipment, but Asher felt no sympathy for him whatsoever, just impatience.

"Asher. " His voice was throaty and weak. "How are you today? You never come to see me unless I keep begging..."

"Fine. Been busy." Asher responded automatically, glancing at his watch.

"I wish you'd come over more often..."

Asher didn't bother to listen to any other thing the old man had to say. He knew what the end would be. He wanted an heir from his only male child and he wasn't ready for such an unnecessary responsibility.

His phone beeped, indicating a message on his phone. It was from his best friend, who told him to come over as it was urgent.

"... and that's why you need an heir in case anything..."

Asher was up on his feet. "Sorry dad, gotta bounce. Catch you later."

He tapped the old man lightly on the forehead and left slowly. Even though he hated his father's guts, the company wasn't fully his yet and he knew his psychopathic dad could do something stupid, like will it to someone else if he felt he wasn't getting the affection he felt he deserved from his son.

Asher drove like a mad man to Jason, his best friend's house, his mind wandering. He hoped his friend was okay. He'd never pulled such a stunt before.

He burst into the house and called out Jason's name. The house was dark and empty and he froze in confusion. He heard footsteps and his hair stood at the back of his neck, getting ready for anything.

"Surprise!"

The lights came on and he saw his friends and a couple other people he didn't know. He had a deep scowl on his face in return as he mentally searched for Jason, thinking of a hundred different ways he would kill him for setting him up like this.

"Hey dude. Happy birthday." Jason said, slapping him on the back and leading him to the dining room, where a gigantic blue cake stood.

"Are you fucking crazy!" Asher started, whisper screaming. "What the fuck is all of this? You know I don't dig this cringy surprise party shit!"

"I know, dude. Lara put me up to it. I'm sorry." Jason smiled, putting up his arms. Lara was the closest thing he currently had to a girlfriend.

"Besides, she invited some of her hot friends over. Think of this as an opportunity."

The next few hours went by smoothly and soon enough, more than half of the ladies had already tried to approach him. Although his father had been an asshole, the man had set him up for life. Being the CEO of Ingram corps came with a lot of benefits, but he had a reputation to maintain. He was never one to chase a lady but he wouldn't take a lady who threw herself at him either.

"So the big twenty-five. How does it feel to be CEO at such a young age?" Jake, Jason's little brother asked, sitting beside him and holding out a piece of cake to him.

"With so many cars, houses and assets to your name?"

Asher smiled and took it. "It feels like fucking heaven."

He took a bite of the cake and froze, the familiar taste taking him years back. Blueberry with cinnamon. No one had ever mixed the flavors so perfectly since...

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