Her Brother, My Master (boyxboy) ✓

Chapter Nine

I studied myself.

I couldn't deny how much I loved the look on me. It made my eyes really pop out. Like my eye color was no special deal but it made the whites of my eyes look a really clean white and they made them look so piercing.

Damn. This whole fake natural casual look was something I could really get used to.

I noted the time and ran out the door, shouting a quick thanks to my dad before slamming it shut and running over to the bright green Volvo down the road.

Darren urged me in and asked me to tell him what happened and I did as we drove.

When we made it to their place, which seemed to be only twenty minutes away, they were already standing outside on the lawn waiting for us. Well. Mae seemed to be waiting for us, Miguel seemed to be more or less absent with his eyes glued to his phone.

I couldn't miss the way his form loomed over her or how his broad muscleishous shoulders hunched in relaxation.

He was wearing a plain black long sleeved shirt, that seemed to be designed so tight and elastic it made each and ever muscle on his strong well formed chest bulge. And a loose pair of fashionably ripped black jeans with a gold and silver pocket to belt chain.

I noted his thick muscle thighs that kept him standing so tall as he made his way over to us. Damn. I wanted to see him walking like that from behind.

I had to hold my breath as he opened the door.

God was he this handsome the first time I met him or was he just becoming ever less human as time went by? He was almost radiant, in a dark and dangerous way.

I was sitting in the front with Darren in the drivers seat and I was a little puzzled when he opened our door.

I found the eyeliner seemed to have the desired effect on him as he studied my face silently and seemed to gaze at me for a while. Honestly. I felt proud just being the focus of his eye for those few minutes.

He signaled to Mae as he spoke. "Don't you wanna sit next to her?" He asked.

Darren looked at me for a second and then at her. She blushed a little and I saw Ryuu move her forwards slightly and I felt the need to let them have their way.

I got out of the car and, like a gentleman, tipped my invisible hat as I held the door open for her.

She gave me a small thanks. I almost jumped out of my skin when I felt Ryuu's hand on the small of my back, guiding me towards the back of the car and opening the door for me.

Goddamn. This should have been awkward, him treating me like some helpless 80's lady, but it was just warming me to him.

I moved to the furthest seat on the left and he sat down beside me.

I watched distracted as he buckled his seat belt and the car took off. You could really admire the perfect contours of his face with the lighting we were in. He truly was a living piece of art. I briefly wondered if anything on him was fake. I just couldn't bring myself to believe it however. Everything about him just felt too real.

I turned away.

For a while I was just watching the window when I felt eyes burning holes in the back of my head. When I turned around I came face to face with Ryuu's smoldering glare and couldn't help the fear rising in the back of my throat.

"Sorry." I said. "I mean-" What on earth was I doing? I automatically assume it was my fault? That's a new for me. "I- What..." I stumbled over my words.

God I was not eager to make conversation with the man. After all, the tongue is the opening to beautiful persons ugly insides.

"Belt up." He growled.