The Hot Sextuplets

13: Pinned by the brothers.

Biting his lower lip, Dean stares down at the screen as he tries to memorize his lines whilst making his way up the flight of stairs, knowing he can't rely on his photogenic memory for this part.

When he's in front of her, he knows he'll just forget about it.

"Welcome home sir." The doorman bows slightly but Dean doesn't bother acknowledging him to which he's very much used to.

Unlike Dominic who's always observing everyone around him, he's not that surprised that Dean, just like the eldest sibling, cares less about the people around him.

"Oh, Dean, you're back early."

Dean looks up from his phone and meets the gaze of his older brother, Dominic, who is just getting down the stairs.

He'd been waiting for Dean to return home, just so he could tell him not to bring Aria back here if he wanted to keep her hidden.

His hate for his brothers, Caspian and Cameron, is far much greater than his curiosity for Dean's sudden shift in persona with Aria.

"I'm going somewhere." He flat out says and slithers past Dominic who raises a brow.

"To where?"

"Isn't that my business? Why do I need to tell you where I'm going? How does that concern you?" Dean sends Dominic a glare to which he blankly receives, used to it by now. "If you have nothing of importance to say to me, move out of my way."

"Fine." Dominic shrugs as he sighs, feeling irritated for even thinking to protect his own brother from the rest of his deranged brothers. "I just hope it has nothing to with the woman you brought home-."

"- And how is that any of your business?" Dean closes his eyes in irritation. "I don't recall ever asking for your opinion-."

"Caspian and Cameron will just try to make things uncomfortable for her." Dominic says and Dean simply turns and leaves him there.

Ah, so it's about that woman... Dominic sighs and watches as his brother walk into his room, disappearing from sight. Well, I tried to warn him at least. Not like it's any of my business anyway.

Stepping into his room, Dean clenches his jaw irritated and about to snap from his brothers' constant intervention.

He remembers how they always teased him about being afraid and socially awkward around women. Something he's just not able to control on his own.

Anyone within family bounds doesn't identify as a woman to him, so it's much easier talking to his mother and aunts, cousins too.

But women outside blood are just something he can't get past...

Clicking his tongue, he leans from the door and walks into his room, walking to his closet when he knows he only has at least an hour left to get dressed.

He opens his closet and frowns when he finds out he doesn't have anything casual to wear.

Buy clothes online?

No, that would take time.

Maybe just buy along the way?

No, that would just make his hair all messed up and he'd have to go get it fixed after.

Thinking for a brief moment, Dean glances to his door and curses under his breath when he, for the first time, regrets talking to Dominic so aggressively.

He might have some decent clo-

No.... I'm not even going to apologize. He's always in my business.

He sighs and walks to his bed, sitting down as he brainstorms his plan.

Clothes... fitting can take about twenty minutes... but the drive there will take time. He presses his lips together as he glances around his room. How can I get casual clothes fast enough before times up.... Ah... Caspian.

He gets up from his bed and makes a beeline to his door, leaving his room in seconds.

He glances down at his wrist watch to check if Caspian could be home and it's a clear sign he couldn't.

It's way too early and as much as he knows his younger brother, Caspian should be at his bar.

Luckily for Dean, the door to Caspian's room isn't locked and he can tell, from just the scent alone, that it had been deep cleaned today.

Give him an hour in his room and it will go back to how it was. Dean sighs as he steps into the room and walks straight to the closet.

Just as he suspected, the closet is filled to the brim with streetwear, something he'd personally never own himself.

Reaching for the basic shirt in the closet, he pulls it out from the hanger and checks the size against his body.

Why is it so long? Is this a dress? Dean holds it out in front of him and tilts his his head to the side. Looks like a shirt.

"And what is it that uh.. you're doing in here?"

Dean closes his eyes when he knows just who's talking.

Wasn't he supposed to be at the bar at this time?

Dean turns to face his brother who is still by the door, arms crossed and brow raised, a small smirk plastering his lips as his eyes tell him he knows his secret.

"Just checking if the-."

"- No need to lie, Dean." Caspian sighs as he steps into the room and walks to him. "You can borrow my clothes since your fashion sense crawled right out of a business man's coffin, I wouldn't want you to embarrass yourself."

"It's not anything serious. Just a casual meeting with a colleague of mine." Dean says as Caspian snatches the shirt from him and tosses it into the closet before checking which clothes he can lend Dean.

"The pretty woman Cameron was talking about?" Caspian asks and Dean sighs and looks away, irritated that that little i***t always tells Caspian other people's business. "Won't you introduce her to us?"

"We're just having dinner. Work related." Dean clenches his fists as Caspian pulls out a plain white shirt and some dark grey sweat pants. "I'm not interested in her like that."

"Okay." Caspian nods and smirks as he turns to Dean and hands him the clothes before reaching to his bottom drawer full with his shoes. "Why do the maids keep putting these in here? I should get a display. Anyway, these are the shoes to match. You'll look cursed wearing your 1970s shoes with sweat pants of such high quality."

Dean sighs as he takes the clothes into his arms, willing to accept the disrespect for now, since he really needed the help.

"I'll have them washed and returned." Dean says before turning to leave, only to have Caspian chuckle behind him.

Almost in a sinister manner.

"Tell her I said hi." Caspian chuckles and Dean simply walks out of his room, unwilling to give him more than he can chew.

why did he have to be home today of all days.... Dean thinks as he walks into this rooms and begins to unbutton his shirt. They'll get on my nerves....

He paused as he looks at himself in the mirror with his chest barely covered as the buttons reveal the right muscles underneath.

He was a man built for destruction with the physique and money to lure women.

But he just couldn't get close.

This is his chance... his chance to thin out the line of the anxiety and panic he gets from being so close to women.

... Otherwise he'd never get past it.