Page 8 of TAINTED by TWINS

HIS POINT OF VIEW

What was I thinking? Bringing Lian Miller home after he was identified by those gangsters? I watched him shiver in the elevator front of me, drenched from the rain. They'll link him to me and I'll get in trouble. I can just get rid of Lian, right—?

I looked at him very carefully, watching those droplets fall from his dyed brown hair, slightly parted lips with clashing teeth from the cold. He looks untouched despite the rain. Is this the boy Jonah is so obsessed with? I find myself tilting my head.

"Don't act so limp, they'll think I drugged you. Actually, that should be normal to them at this point," I said, draping my jacket over his shoulders. I can't stand seeing him look like a drowned cat.

"Uhm... weird but thanks," he muttered as I led him to our bedroom.

"Actually, our bedroom's up there, it's separated because I can't stand Jonah's smell." I noticed him staring concerned at the shelves of exotic alcohol we have in our loft, and his silly face made me smile for the first time in a while.

"We collect alcohol from different countries, we don't drink them... you better not think we're alcoholics."

I grabbed a towel and tossing it over his head just so he won't catch me smiling. Also, because I'll be taking my shirt off.

"You're pretty defensive for someone who acts like they're drunk off violence all the time..." he said, peeking at me under the towel. Enjoying the show, Miller? Yeah, he's staring at me like he's gay.

"It's horrible. Too far to walk, too far from each other. It gets old, you'll get sick of it... I know I have," I grumbled, "It doesn't even feel like I have a twin. It's like we're in different countries when we're in this boring *ss house."

"Then why don't you stay close?" he asked, all sweet with that light-toned voice. I ringed at him, but he's actually serious. "Watch a movie together or something, stay close to him. Or you can stay silent together, play games... it won't be so bad. Have you ever tried having friends?"

Friends? Ew. Other people? Yuck.

"I don't need friends. Jonah's insufferable enough, he drives me crazy."

"Not everyone acts like him. Just get yourself a friend you can talk to," he said.

I stared at him for a close moment, scanning his entire body as if he's offering himself to me; he wouldn't be bad as a friend, right?

Kind of naive, has a spicy mouth once in a while.

If he wants me to have a friend, I can I have him, right?

"I'm getting you clothes," I said, turning away. "Go... touch stuff or whatever. If you break something, you'll owe us something. Gives me a reason to keep your *ss trapped here."

"What?" he squeaked, making me smile as I go inside Jonah's room.

I came back down the stairs with clothes in hand and caught him bent on the floor, distracting me enough to made me miss a step, thankfully he wasn't watching. "Miller. Why are you scrubbing the floors? Vodka evaporates, you know? You can just leave it."

"Uhm... okay," he said sheepishly. "Sorry about this."

"You're funny, Lian Miller," I muttered. Yeah, he has been making me laugh a lot. "Get up there and change. You'll join us for dinner."

"I don't need to! I need to get home for my mom—" he started.

"I said," I cut in, shoving the clothes into his chest, "You're joining us for dinner. The two bedrooms upstairs each have a bathroom, just pick one. The third one is locked, we keep the bodies there."

"Excuse me?" he said, adorably wide-eyed.

"It's a joke, Miller. Laugh a little, give yourself wrinkles..." I said, getting some vodka from the dispenser he was messing with because I need alcohol to humble my giddy nerves. I looked back to see him still staring like a lost deer. "Are you waiting for me to spill this on the floor so you'll have to wipe it too? I don't mind watching you—"

"I-I'm going!" he yelped, bolting upstairs like a startled rabbit. I had to drink the vodka to avoid giggling again. Messing with him is too fun. I'm pretty sure he'll go inside Jonah's room because it's cleaner.

"I hope you enjoy the show, Jonah..." I smirk as I look at the glass half full. "In three... two..."

"AHHHHH!" Upon hearing him scream, I broke down laughing as I made my way up the stairs. I heard a few panicked yells, and I wished I stayed in there to see their faces.

I leaned against the doorway, watching Jonah rush to get some clothes before getting out, butt naked except for the towel. I judged the hell out of him.

"Scaring him to death, really Jade? That's your plan?" Jonah glared at me in the hallway.

"It's not part of any plan, I just think it's really funny..." I admitted with a shrug, patting his shoulder and heading back downstairs. "You're welcome, Jonathan."

We forced Lian to join us for dinner. Otherwise, I'll just skip it and Jonah would just eat in our room. But this time, I get to pretend I like potatoes and enjoy ribs while watching Jonah shade Lian with the escargot.

"No! No way, Jonah stop!" Lian shouted, scrambling away from the snail Jonah had pulled out.

"You're Asian, I'm sure you've eaten weirder stuff!" Jonah laughed, chasing after him.

"I would rather eat century old Chinese eggs than slimy snails, no—" Lian shouted.

"I thought I heard rats scurrying in the kitchen, but it's just you boys?" came the sharp voice of Mother Gothel as she entered the kitchen. Our dreadful mother that made me wish she just swallowed us straight from our father's balls.

F*ck, I want to grab Lian and hide him from this god awful Resident Evil villain.

"Oh... I heard correctly," she added, her eyes locking onto Lian.

"Good evening, ma'am—" Lian greeted, but was cut off by the Disney sea witch.

"Why is he speaking?" the evil sea slug asked, voice flat. "More importantly... why is he here?"

He's here to distract us from looking at an electrocuted mannequin, mother.

"Uhh... he's..." Jonah looked at me, and so raised my eyebrow to remind him what the Vanity Vampire could do if she finds out about their real intentions. This female Basilisk is the sole reason Jonah couldn't come out. "This is Lian, he's our teacher, and I hired him as our tutor."

"Tutor?" the human spiderwitch repeated, her tone laced with venom. "Now why does my perfectly intelligent son need a tutor?"

"That's because I want my thesis to be perfect," Jonah said smoothly. "I need to do well on this project, so I hired him to focus only on me and not distribute his attention to the entire class. This is to make sure I do better than all of them."

I look at Lian. He looks terrified, and I know for a fact the venomous serpent will be making him question his own existence by the end of the night. I almost want to hold his hand and squeeze it, but I couldn't move. Don't let her get into your head, Lian.

"Hm. He looks..." the b*tchface muttered, eyeing Lian like he was a hair in her champagne.

"Why are you here?" I interrupted, wanting this old crone's attention away from the poor boy. "You never step foot in the kitchen but now you're all up in our faces. Go put chicken caviar on your face and sleep in your cryogenic coffin."

Now the mother of hags looked down on me, but what was new? "Put some respect on the woman who brought you here, but you're welcome to abort your life this very instant. I am speaking about this boy here who looks too young to be a teacher."

"I just graduated..." Lian mumbled, big mistake—gosh, why did you have to speak up?!

"Just like class and chivalry, manners have also become extinct in this generation. "I'd rather pay the school five trucks full of gold than pay you to be his tutor. You just look... oddly familiar. Or do all rats look the same? Not a question." Batsh*t Barbie started turning away after being repulsed by Lian's face. "I suppose you boys have your own money to pay the circus. Just don't remind me of his presence, or else I call pest control."

"I hope you know why we don't eat with her now," I muttered. I hate this crusty witch. I'd kill her if Jonah wasn't so attached to her. I was detached the moment the umbilical cord was cut.

"Can I go home now, please...?" Lian asked, his voice cracking. That broke my heart. First day in this house and the beast has already torn through him. Don't listen to the wrinkled featherduster, Lian. You're perfect... as you are.

I look at him and see Jonah taking his hand, and I've never felt my stomach drop like this. I realized as many reason as there are to protect him, there's two reasons I can't. 1) Jonah claimed him, and 2)...

"I'm so sorry about her." Jonah said, and I had to look away and eat my food.

"No, no it's okay!" Lian said quickly. "This is her house, if she doesn't want me here then—"

"No," I cut in with a terrible mood plastered on my face. "This dumb*ss said you're his tutor. Don't make us look like liars, you have to show up here often to prove you're a teacher and not a one night stand we picked up. You're still wearing Jonah's clothes, remember?"

"You can tutor me next time. We did promise to take you home after dinner. We shouldn't keep you hostage here." Jonah said with a smile that can hopefully make Lian fall for him. Do it quickly, please. So I won't have to look at your angelic face anymore.

I got home with my mom passed out on the table as usual. It's such a change from the urge mansion to a 2 bedroom apartment that only has one lightbulb on. I placed the diamond necklace in front of her on the table, softly whispering, "Happy birthday, mom."

I stripped in the laundry shop and I threw my wet clothes and Jonah's in the washer, changing into simple pajamas before going back to the living room where—"OH MY GOD!"

I didn't realize someone was in my house until I saw. Dr. Christian Wayne sitting in the living room sofa, a birthday cake and wine in front of him. "I arrived and she was already asleep. I'm sorry, sweetheart."

"What are you doing here?" My voice trembled.

He held up a key. "You gave me this, remember? And I wanted to celebrate your mother's birthday. But you weren't here either... where were you?"

His voice is smooth and calm, but I'm too mad to admire it. "Get out. I don't want to see you, get out!"

He stood up, wearing a baby blue button up shirt and navy slacks. Walking towards me in a stride only a man could do, I watched him stand in front of me and take my hand to his lips.

"You know better than to think I truly intended to cheat on you. My sweetest boy... would you ever believe I have eyes for anyone but you?

I couldn't. I gave in. I scared to lose this man, I let him embrace me until I can't refuse crying into his chest. He comforted me by removing my tears and kissing me on the lips. I moved away from the living room and backed into the bedrooms where my back slammed against the door.

"I... I didn't prepare..." I whispered.

"Good," he said, hooking one of my legs around his waist as he opens the door. "It means you didn't do sh*t with other men."

He pushed me into my room, and though I can feel a fire in my stomach from how he threw me to my unmade bed, it was soon dispelled.

"I wouldn't know what I'll do if those boys touched you the way I do."

My stomach dropped. I propped myself with my elbows as I stare at him, confused. "What? How did you—"

He knelt on my bed and grabbed the hollows of my cheeks.

"My sister asked me for a background check on a newly graduated Asian teacher who is hanging around with her twin boys. I couldn't help but wonder what you were doing with them. It was eating me inside but... but I trust you to not have an affair with them?"

I slapped his hand away. "I don't! I don't like them like that, I was there because—"

"I don't need to know, sweetheart. I trust you," he smiles, which made my breathing relax for a second. I don't know why I'm scared, because he never really hurts me. Not did he accuse me of anything. Ugh, I'm overthinking,

"Lian..." he whispered against my lips, his body in between mine as he touched me down there... "I love you. I always have, I always will."

I gasped when he took my member out of my pants and intended to relieve me with his large, warm hands. I can't help it... I moaned. "Chris... I..."

I look at him with half-lidded eyes, giving into the pleasure as he kissed my neck with the passion of burning roses. "I... me too..."