Mr. and Mrs. Hills were cooking together in the kitchen, talking about their daughter, Beauty, and her boyfriend, Bruno. But their conversation was interrupted by the doorbell ringing.
Mr. Hills stood up quickly and volunteered to get the door.
The door rang again.
"Hold on!"
He shouted and walked to the door. He thought it was Beauty or maybe her friend Jessie, who had come to check on her, just like Eric.
But when Mr. Hills opened the door, he froze on the spot.
Standing there was a young woman who looked exactly like his daughter, Beauty. She had the same pale skin, the same eyes, and the same long, shiny hair.
She looked just like Beauty, except she was thinner. Where Beauty was soft, rounded in places with a natural, effortless beauty, this young lady was slimmer, her features sharper but still very identical.
It was like looking at a mirror image of Beauty.
She also seemed more into fashion and glamorous accessories and could pass for a supermodel, Mr. Hills thought.
He blinked, thinking he was seeing things. His heart raced, unsure if he was dreaming. Is this real? Am I hallucinating? he wondered.
"Sorry," the young woman said with a soft smile, though there was something nervous in her voice.
"My name is Shelley, from the Philippines. I found this address from Beauty's profile-the girlfriend of the famous Bruno Hathaway. Please, is this her home?"
Before Mr. Hills could even respond, his voice caught in his throat.
He took a step backward and called out,
"Honey!"
His words were shaky, like he had seen a ghost.
Mrs. Hills, busy in the kitchen, paused when she heard his voice. She wiped her hands quickly on a dish towel and hurried to the door.
"What is it, dear? Who's at the-"
Her words stopped the moment her eyes landed on Shelley. She froze, the towel slipping from her hands onto the floor.
Her mouth opened, but no sound came out, her eyes widened.
She couldn't believe her eyes.
The young lady standing before them was the spitting image of Beauty. Her jaw dropped as she stared at the young woman.
For a long moment, neither parent said anything. They just stared at Shelley, unsure what to think.
Shelley stood quietly, watching them both.
She smiled awkwardly, reacting to the way they looked at her.
She was waiting for something-or maybe for them to say something, to at least answer her question.
There was a hint of hope in her eyes and something more: an anxious feeling that made her fidget with her bag. She had come here, unsure of what to expect.
She was dressed simply in a white blouse and dark jeans, with her hair neatly styled. She was beautiful, just like Beauty.
"You... look...." Mr. Hills stammered.
He didn't know how to finish the question. How could this be possible? This young lady looked like their daughter-too much like her.
"Like Beauty Hills? I know," Shelley said softly, her voice carrying a bit of sadness.
"My adoptive mother told me I had a twin; we were separated at birth."
Mr. and Mrs. Hills exchanged a look that was filled with many questions.
"She gave me this picture of teen Beauty. I want to know her and also meet my real parents. She went viral a few days ago after Bruno Hathaway announced they were dating, and I had to get some information and travel to America as soon as possible. My mom said she promised my biological mother that I would be back when I was of age."
"What?!" Mr. Hills snapped.
"We are Beauty Hill's biological parents."
Shelley's eyes were soaked when he said that, and she smiled in relief.
"Really? So then..."
She turned to Mrs. Hills.
"You must know my adoptive mother, Clara."
Mr. Hills looked at his wife, wide-eyed.
"Are you aware of this?"
Mrs. Hills was speechless.
Shelley looked from one parent to the other, her face anxious, her fingers clutching her bag tightly. She wasn't sure what she was expecting. Part of her had hoped that coming here would give her answers, but another part of her was terrified they would just send her away.
Would they accept her? Would they even believe her?
_________________
Beauty was dressed in a red wet leather bodysuit that clung to her curves and did not completely cover her butt cheeks and her cleavages. To finish, she wore a pair of knee-length wool socks and a pair of black flats.
The glossy material shimmered under the soft light of the bedroom, making her appear both sexy and irresistible.
Bunny ears perched playfully atop her head, while a small, fluffy tail was fastened at the back. Her lips were painted a deep, glossy red, glistening temptingly as she knelt in a pose.
Suddenly, the bedroom door swung open with a loud bang.
Bruno stepped in wearing his tight-fitting police uniform. The shirt hugged his broad chest, the badge gleaming on his pocket, while his belt held a pair of handcuffs that dangled at his side.
He marveled at her appearance-the sexy costume, the makeup, and her posture.
He felt his cock twitch instantly.
He swallowed tightly.
"I'm here to arrest you, Criminal Bunny," he declared, his voice deep and authoritative, standing tall with the stamina of a real cop.
Beauty's eyes widened, and then a slow, teasing smile spread across her lips.
Her gaze wandered over him, all over him, the way his uniform fit him perfectly.
She bit her bottom lip lightly before running her tongue over her glossy lips, leaving them even shinier.
"Well, well," she said with a soft, sultry voice. "A strong, sexy cop... just what I've been waiting for."
She stood up, her movements seductive as she walked toward him.
The wet leather body suit clung to her every curve, accentuating the sway of her hips
"What are you going to do to me now that you've caught me, Officer?" she teased, her voice a playful whisper as she stopped just inches away from him. "I've always had a thing for strong cops. You look like a Titan with those broad shoulders."
She touched his broad chest and whispered seductively.
"Are you going to punish me with your sweet rod of discipline".
She held him, feeling him getting harder.
Bruno's jaw tightened. Without warning, he reached out and grabbed her hair roughly, pulling her head back just enough to assert dominance.
Beauty gasped in surprise, her glossy lips parting as she stared up at him.
"You talk too much," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "Let's fix that."
With one swift motion, he pushed her down to her knees.
Her glossy lips parted slightly in surprise.
Bruno's hand moved to his belt, unfastening it with precision. The sound of his zipper lowering filled the room as he freed himself, his shaft hard and ready.
The sight sent a shiver of anticipation through Beauty. When he lowered his zipper, the sound sent a shiver of anticipation through her.
Beauty's breath hitched as her eyes locked onto him.
"Stick out your tongue," he commanded.
Beauty blinked her eyes like a doll and did as he instructed.
With those bunny ears fixed on her hair, her eyes staring at him and her tongue out-salivating.
Fuck!
Bruno cursed and put his shaft in her mouth with a hiss.
Beauty smiled proudly at him.