Ghost Boyfriend Anthology.

#9.5 - Home.

"I thought you said we'll be going to see my brother first before going to your house?" I queried imperiously as he sped past Olm Street where I'd told him I lived. He ignored me, humming an old Dido song that seeps out lowly from the stereo. I've been trying to get through to Kasper since we parted ways with Nick and Derrick at the rendezvous cab.

Poor Kasper, I hope he's had his lunch.

Shortly after we arrived here, fate smiled on us and my brother hit a banking job in just two days of searching. We'd been so much happy and I could remember how loud I'd shouted at the top of my lungs when he came home with the news, I even accompanied him shopping to get some new suits and sleek loafers. It was technically the best thing that had happened to us since we fled home. He'd come home the next day, a little before midnight completely worn out. The beef casserole that I'd prepared for him that morning to eat during lunch was left untouched. He'd even drifted off to a heavy dose on the parlour sette, with his suit and shoes still on. Like a good younger brother that I am, I had gotten a blanket and spread it on him.

He sometimes overworked himself which is expected because he's a bink.

Binks all overwork themselves in general.

"Yeah, babe. I said we'll see Kasper before I take you home, but I changed my mind after considering how easy you'd gotten away back at the restaurant. Moreover, what's the rush when I could easily meet him at the office tomorrow?" he rounded a curve, his muscle reflexes moved wildly beneath his walnut brown Armani suit.

I tilted my head to inspect him more closely, fazed by his explanation. "Kasper works for you?"

He turned now to look at me fully and I felt my heart melt behind my chest when he stuck out a tongue to wet his lower lips seductively. "Well what do you know, is it bad that my wife's brother works for me?"

"How long did you know about us," I gestured between us. He laughed softly, causing my chest to beat wildly even more. 

Seriously Caiden, just a few hours and he's affected you this much?

How pathetic. 

"I guess the saying is true," he pressed a green button which makes the giant black gate right in front of us to start opening. "Vevils are the dense ones among the two species."

"We're not dense, it's just that –"

"Right, right, I get it, you guys are the smartest between the two lots." he cuts me off rudely as he manoeuvres the car into a massive parking lot, right behind two huge limousines. I rolled my eyes at him. "So do you know of the pairing agency, before you were born? Or did the goddess Aphrodite, assigned to get us both together not tell you?" 

I raised my brow in question. " You are crazier than I initially thought."

"See? You don't know anything," he killed the engine but leaned back on his seat. "Now get out. Sara's inside, he'll show you to our room,"  he emphasized ours.

I pouted at him." Who's Sara?" So unnecessary but I couldn't help but feel a little curious.

He leaned towards me and opened the door, I whimpered as his body sort of ground against mine. He noticed this but said nothing. "He's my brother. Now go in and don't touch anything till I get back."

"When will you be back? Can you please allow me to go with you, I want to talk to him too." I pleaded, conjuring up the cutest puppy eyes that will put the dogs to shame.

"No," he said simply like he was commanding me. "You'll have lots of time for that at the party tomorrow." he gave me a slight push which I found rude. If this is how it's gonna be between us that he'll always be the one to set the rules, then he'd better be prepared to always have them broken. Kasper once said I was the most stubborn person he's ever come across, and that my calm look was quite deceiving. Which I kinda agree, ever heard of a green snake under a green grass? That's what fits me. But of course in a good way.

I winced slightly as though in pain, watching to see his reaction. As expected, his brownish brows knotted together in concern. "Are you okay? You look pale all of a sudden."

Go me.

"I'm fine," I say lowly, feigning faint all of a sudden. He got out instantly and was about sweeping me off my feet when I stop him. Yeesh, so much for acting sick. My original intent was for him to string me along, not treat me as a bride. "I'm fine, just go,"  I said strongly this time. He stared at me oddly.

"You've been faking haven't you?"

Wonder how he could tell.

"No," I hissed, somewhat affronted. The fact that he could figure out my tactic just catapulted my awe for him to a hundred. If anything, it meant none of my subtle blackmailing tricks could work on him. "How would you know? You're not in my head."

"I'm your soulmate, Caiden," he breathed out sharply, his demeanor darkened. Uh-oh, first name reference never sounds good "And I possess your every thought and actions. If there's one thing you must know, it's that I hate lies so much."

With each word he spoke, his tone rose higher and higher causing me to flinch slightly. "Okay fine I get it, I was lied and played with your emotions"  if there was anything, binks showed how they felt only in front of their mates. And because they were built all hard and stone with the inhuman capacity to tear anyone or anything apart, they sometimes found it hard to conjure up these emotions. I know that I just went out of my way and touched a sensitive part of him, but I also know that I don't deserve the murderous look he's giving me right now.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, truly scared this time.

"Go in now," he calmed, taking my hand and drawing me closer, he hugged my side tenderly. Though I detested him and couldn't stand the burning electricity that surged through me at our body contact. He felt it too but controlled it. I hung my hand loosely on his lower back, never wishing to let go. His body was so warm and comforting. "I have to go now,"  he said into my ear, causing its tip to tingle as minty waves crashed on it. Breaking our hug and feeling awkward, I summoned enough courage I stood on tiptoe and softly kissed his left cheek.

"Go now," I brought my hands down, resenting the blush that crawls up my cheeks. I know, I loathe him, but somehow he draws me in and I can't seem to escape from it. He stood with his eyes closed and upon opening it, his fingers went to the spot I just kissed and gently wiped it off. Though it was a gesture so little, hurt burnt my lower guts. "Go on inside."

Watching his car zoom off, I thought back on the flash of hate I'd seen in his eyes as he wiped my kiss-off. He was actin so sweet and all of a sudden he just resents me kissing him? Ugh, I think way too much over nothing. Perhaps he hates kissing or cuddling because I saw the way his body moved uncomfortably against mine while he held me close. That's strange, binks are normally romantic. I turned now to the house, marveling at how lucky I was to live here. It was a penthouse all right, which was twice the size of the one Dad bought shortly before we ran away decades ago. The compound had a mini garden where one could sit out on the carpet grass and watch the sky. There was also a cupid shaped fountain where water gushed down from the arrows. Talk about rich, a twin swimming pool with crystalline water was at the back, adjacent to the lush Galleria made of glass. I could see the expensive paintings kept in it from outside.

I wandered about checking this and that. I bet the main penthouse would be better looking from inside. Feeling like an intruder, I forced myself down the large corridor and into the kitchen where a majority of the staff were busy. They consisted of maids, stewards and gardeners on break. Catching sight of me, they all withdrew back to their various duties. They all wore uniforms of blue shirts and red trousers or long skirts. As some passed me by, they timidly greeted me and not one of them smiled. It was like they were being forced to treat me with respect. Could Brock have told them to treat me like that?

"There you are," a rather light voice hollered from behind. A bubbly vevil in white a flannel shirt and sports white Jeans ran up to hug me. Taken aback by the sudden gesture, I kept my hands to my side. He broke apart and looked searchingly into my eyes. His white locks bounced about. "You're even prettier than Brock had described you."

"Uh, hi?"I ask, feeling stupid all of a Sudden. "I'm Caiden."

"I know, Brock informed me," Now I wanted to know what else Brock must have told him. And why was he acting so friendly when we'd just met? He was the most beautiful vevil I'd ever seen, with wispy long white locks that fell to his shoulders and big blue eyes that seemed to know everything. He looked like a girl, excepting his physique. "I'm Sara by the way. A pleasure to meet you. Come on now, I'd lead the tour. It's been so long we've been awaiting your arrival." 

"Dinner in five," Sara said lovingly with a slight shove into a dark room. It's so dark in here that I can't see a single thing. Finally, the tour's ended and I'd be lying if I said my legs weren't killing me right now. Wow, it's the longest I've walked, and the damn house was so big, fifteen families could live here without a hitch. Now I know it was a dirty billionaire I was being mated with, and to think he was the only one living in this goddamn mini earth.

Luxury surely speak.

Now, searching blindly for the light switch, I cursed the hidden demon in Brock that made him decorate his bedroom like this. What a wrong choice he must have to believe so much in black, I mean even the tiles and curtains were all plain black that this place could also be said to be Lucifer's haven. Ugh, creepy much?

Unfortunately, I won't be sleeping in the same bed with him if the whole bedroom remains like this. The whole room looks like a dark sky with no stars. I get it, he's not a human, he's a devil.

Unfortunately for you, he's your devil.

Finding the switch, I pressed it and the room instantly became filled with a pale yellow light. See, he's such a psychopath that he also chooses a wrong colour of the bulb. Somehow yellow has never been my favourite colour. Concluding that the room needed a redecorating, I sauntered into the bathroom but came out once I remembered that I had no towel or clothes with me.

The brute had been so eager to get me home, under his fist that he didn't think things through first. I've been taught that binks were so organized and planned things. Guess he defies that statement, and to think none of his clothes would fit on me because of his large size.

Huffing and puffing, I walked down to the end of the corridor where Sara had told me his room was. Knocking softly, I was immediately ushered in. His room was the same as Brock but of course, there's a touch of vevility in it. We vevils were the best at decorating things so I wasn't at all surprised when I saw how very well his yellow bedding and blue net matched his spotless tiles. Sara sat lazed at the edge of the bed skyping someone. Stepping closer, I detected a red-haired man's face on the screen. His face immediately scrunches up when he sees me. "Sara, someone's behind you."

Sara turned and beamed at me. He's so beautiful that all through the tour I found myself wishing he was a bink and was mated with me. A vevil can dream huh?

"Done already? It's not even five minutes yet," he said in that soft whisper-kinda voice as he checked the time on his wristwatch. "7:45, six minutes more."

The red-haired man watched us silently. He's so attractive, hopeless me.

"That's not why I'm here," I wrung my hands spitefully in embarrassment. "Brock wouldn't let me go with him so I'd take my stuff. He just rode me here and commanded me to go in." my shaky words causes his face to break into a warm smile.

"Brock acts like that sometimes," he brought his legs down on the ground and stood. "I believe I have something in my closet that'd fit. Besides what's the difference between my physique and yours?" chuckling, he crossed the tiled floor and threw the huge blue armoire closet doors open. "Hang on a bit honey," he said lowly, to the man on the screen.

He came up with black pajamas after minutes of rummaging, handing it over. I shook my head at the awful colour. "Don't you have something else? I hate black."

So much.

"Then you'll just have to get used to it if you're trying to win Brock' heart. Ever since I knew him, he's been in love with that colour and can't seem to do without it. I'm surprised you haven't quite complained about your room, Lucifer's coven isn't it?" he asked seriously.

"My thoughts exactly," I couldn't help but agree.

Chuckling, he pressed the pajamas softly. "That's why I never go up there. You'd just have to get used to it. Besides the first impression matters a lot if you want him groaning on you tonight." he gave me a wink.

"I'm seventeen by the way," I shook my pretty head over how perverted he must be. His mate looks like he's about to cry now, binks can be so annoying, what a crybaby.

"Honey are you done?" he whines petulantly making no efforts to hide the pathetic whimper that follows. Wow, to have a hot man whine like that for him, I concluded that Sara must have gotten him wrapped well around his petty little fingers.

"Oh, seventeen." he lowered his face, a bright red burned on both sides of his cheeks. His mate becomes even more impatient and not wanting to get my head chopped off for making Sara blush like that, I said a quick goodbye and withdrew into my room.

A normal bath usually at maximum took twenty minutes, but I spend a full damn hour shampooing my blonde curls over and over again, relishing the scent of it. Wow, it was so warm and smelt like sunny orange and to think there's no need to worry if it'd finish. Under the hand-washer tube, I detected two large jars extra.

I'm living the dream.

I got out and wrapped the black towel I got out of Brock' closet. The man is so obsessed with black that even his boxer briefs are all cursed with the colour. Trust me I went through all his stuff, but how'd he ever know?

Lightly descending the spiral stairs and resenting the black material I was unfortunately clouded in, I caught sight of Brock entering the house. He was rubbing his throbbing forehead that had vicious lines in them. He looked up and seeing me, his face breaks into a smile.

"You look beautiful tonight," He hands me the paper bag he's been holding all the while. I quickly go through them, finding them to be new clothes, all black. "You seem pretty much in love with this colour sir."

Falling back to formal terms had never been my best option.

But it helped.

"Sir?" he questions with his left brow raised. Damn, I just wanted to draw him close and make out with his face so bad, let's see if he's captivating lips would remain that red after that. But as usual, I just give him a straight disinterested face. "We've got a lot in our hands to change hun,"  he finally says. "I'm starving. Give me a few minutes to at least freshen up."  his dark eyes seemed to plead. Too bad I fell.

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Dinner was made up of Pasta and meatballs which of course was the main course. No appetizers were served and I found my mouth on fire at all the spice. The tip of my tongue burned even more with each drink of water.

Funny how there's a lot to change around here.

"Are you okay?" Sara' brow knotted together in concern as I timidly nodded, trying to calm my blazing tongue. How on each can Brock eat with all that spice? Didn't his tongue burn just like mine? It appears nothing could ever faze him.

"It's just that the food is so spicy," I add after a moment of thought.

His face breaks into a smile once again. What an angel. "Don't worry you'd get used to it. Brock over here can't seem to do without spice. It's a must come with."

That pretty much explains it. I thought as I chew on a chicken leg.

Silence descends on us once more. For a while, it was just the clattering of our cutleries. I'd never been a social bug before so I wouldn't quite know how to initiate a conversation. Besides, Brock seemed tired and might pass out if any of us spoke a single word more. Sara's hands worked carefully on his chicken while I was left selecting the meatballs and chewing them idly with no care whatsoever.

"So," Sara begins, glancing at the both of us." How'd you both meet? Was it at a meeting or what?"

Well, I guess I needed that.

Brock paused and looked up, slightly offended. He stared at Sara for a while before answering. "We both met at a club."

At this Sara couldn't help but swoon, it made him looks girly and causes my insides to cringe a little bit. Seeing a woman in man's shape acting girly isn't the good stuff. Sometimes I can't help it too but I guess it's all right. Vevils are naturally women who are at a higher advantage considering we had characteristics of the two main genders.

Vevils had most of the feminine part while binks had most of the masculine.

Fair share, everyone wins.