Page 113 of Sincerely, Butterfly

“Oh, that's smart.” Her eyes light up.

“So what do we do now? Just wait?”

“Looks like it.” She shrugs. “Wanna wait on the couch?” She points to the small couch.

“Should we be sitting out in the open like this?” I ask, looking around. “What if they come out and see us?”

“There’s an emergency exit there.” She points to a door. “It’s locked on the other side, so no one will come through, but if we hear the guys come out, we can duck inside.”

“Okay.” I nod. “So, you're sure the cameras aren’t working?” I look up at the black one, pointing right at their door and at us.

“Promise. We’re good. I’m good with computers.”

We leave the trolley by the elevator and head over to sit on the couch.

“Check your phone,” Callie whispers. “We can keep it on mute, but we need to know when it’s time to make our move.”

“Your brother is going to be naked. You sure you wanna watch?”

“Good point. You watch and let me know.” Callie grimaces, making me chuckle softly.

I pull up my feed. All three guys are standing around a blonde girl. She’s leaning over, signing something that I presume is a contract.

I’m not sure what they’re saying, but when the girl turns around, I gasp.

“What?” Callie hisses.

I turn the phone to her, and her eyes widen. “Oh my god, she looks almost identical to you.”

My jaw grinds as I look at the girl who could be my twin. My hair is much lighter and a little longer.

As she takes off her clothes, I see that our bodies are different. She has smaller boobs, a belly ring, and a few tattoos.

“That’s fucked up,” Callie mutters. “It’s one thing to call the girls they’re sleeping with by your name, because they wish it was you. But to go out and find someone who looks so similar.” She shakes her head.

I bite my lower lip, my heart racing for new reasons. I’m mad. So fucking mad.If they wanted me that fucking badly, then just take me!

I’m right here, willing and wanting to be theirs.

My brows furrow as I watch Jasper sway a little bit. He blinks a few times, shaking his head.

He goes and takes a seat on the couch.

Sylas steps close to the girl, saying a few things to her. I watch as the girl’s brows furrow, her lips moving.

Wesley joins Jasper on the couch, rubbing at his face.

Sylas says something to the girl again, and she nods, taking off out of sight of the feed.

Sylas heads over to the couch. He closes his eyes, a big grin on his face.

Jasper looks pissed. He’s talking to Sylas, but Sylas just laughs harder.

“What is going on?” Callie asks. “And why does Wesley look like he’s ready to pass out?”

“I’m not sure,” I murmur, continuing to watch.

The guys lean their heads back, closing their eyes.