32. Wrong Brother

**32. Wrong Brother**

“Hello, brother.”

I stand there with my heart in my mouth as my mouth on the floor as I stare at the identical twin, mirror copy of Ceasar, smiling sarcastically at his brother.

My lips quiver, the residue of his saliva is still present on my lips. His minty taste lurks in my mouth, very fresh and my lungs fail to work as the realization hits me.

*It was Cason!*

All this time when I was enjoying his tongue in me, his lips on me, and his hands holding me, it was the gay son, not the hot shot-gun. *What have I done?*

I just discovered,

I kissed the wrong brother!

But that bitch kissed me first,

Like extinguishing his thirst!

I look up and find the two brothers glaring at each other fiercely, like fighting a mental war. With their brain powers.

Cason looks exactly like Ceasar. He has the same grey eyes, the same dark hair, the same albino skin, and the same *disturbing* good looks. But his hair is straight, not wavy, and his smile is cruel.

However, there is still an extremely notable difference between them. While Ceasar's handsomeness is dense and compact, Cason’s beauty is darkly sensual. He seems to have a weird compelling aura which he is perfectly aware of, and he knows exactly how to utilize his charm.

I can’t believe I let his tongue in me and allowed him to lick all the places in my mouth. Denis was right, *I am a dumb-fuck-bitch.*

Cason stands beside me showcasing a sly grin towards his twin brother who looks like a vampire. Ceasar looks pale, lean, and has dark circles underneath his eyes which makes him look deadly and highly unstable.

Whereas Cason seems very calm and cool as if he sold his farms along with his hundred goats and now he has nothing else to do.

*Something feels off.*

Like really off between the two brothers. Firstly, Cason avoided Ceasar like he was a deadly crocodile and now, this duck suddenly appeared into the pond wrapped in spices and oil.

“What you two were doing?” Ceasar asks with a stern face. His thick brows come in line showing his irritated mood.

I quiver like a leaf,

Beside the kisser thief.

My fingers curl up in a fist,

Why should I feel the guilt?

I take a deep breath and gulp down the swelling anxiety attack as I step forward and answer, “Nothing. I thought he was you.” My voice disappears in my throat as Ceasar’s crystal rageous eyes land on me and I silently take a step back.

“Chill, Cheesy. Something fell in her eyes and I was just checking up on her, right?” Cason gleams at me like a good boy as he passes me a soft smile. *This bitch!*

I look back at Ceasar, his eyes are narrowed darkly. Neither he speaks nor takes his eyes off his beloved brother. The firey element in his eyes glows dangerously that even a blind could tell he is highly pissed.

“What are you doing here?” Ceasar asks in a thick tone as he slowly walks towards us. His eyes are fixed on his mirror image as he stops at the counter, like discussing an urgent meeting in the kitchen.

“I was in the town and mom told me you are here, so I came to pay my dear brother a visit.” Cason smiles, his cheeks glow under the warm lights of the chandelier as he smiles like an angel.

*Fuck! This bitch is very pretty.*

Ceasar doesn’t speak or show any kind of emotion, his fierce eyes stay in line with his twin as he glare without blinking or flickers.

Their face looks sour,

Is this a war?

Ceasar’s lips tilt up and a smile breaks on his stern face as he spreads his arms and hugs Cason. My mouth falls open as in the blink of an eye his demeanor changes from *I-am-going-to-punch you* to *you-are-so-squishy.*

Cason wraps his poisonous tarantula arms around Ceasar’s biceps and compliments, “You got so thick.” And both laugh while hugging cheerfully like a reunion.

I stand there awkwardly looking at their clutching and cuddling moment, feeling like a third wheel in between them.

“Ahh! I missed you.” Cason winks at me as he pats at his brother’s back. I roll my eyes at the motherfucker and look away from their intimate moment. *Motherfuckers.*

“Haha. Yeah sure.” Ceasar sarcastically laughs off as he takes two long strides towards the fridge and fetches a can of beer.

My spine straightens up as Cason’s wolfish gaze falls on me. “So the rumors are right. You really got married, huh?” He coyly asks while eyeing the big rock on my finger.

Ceasar gives a stern nod as he opens the can with one push and takes a deep sip, acting confident and very casual. *What an actor!*

“But isn’t she fat?”

My eyes snap back at Cason who is staring at my baby with his judgey little eyes. “You could have gotten a better one.” He comments shamelessly.

“Excuse me?” My fingers curl up in a fist as my muscles get ready to pound his handsome face.

“She is pregnant.” Ceasar informs after gulping down the liquid. His mouth glistens glossily as he licks his lips and checks me out from head to toe, just like his twin.

Suddenly I get conscious of myself, my skin heats up feeling numerous eyes on me, observing my body. My heart beat rises and I find my cheeks and neck area flush into a dark pink shade in response.

“Oh.” Cason’s eyes get narrow on me as a sly grin flashes across his foxy face, “So you knocked her out then married her, huh?”

“Something like that.” Ceasar conceals his smirk as he casually brushes off the topic.

My mouth falls open in shock at the filthy use of words. My stomach churns with disgust as they talk about me as if I am not standing in front of them.

“Uh-huh?” Cason’s skeptical eyes don’t buy any shit as he stays in Sherlock mode and circles around his brother eyeing his muscles then circles around me, “So, how did you two meet?”

“It was a dark night in April…”

*Ahem*

Ceasar instantly comes to hug me from behind and wraps his muscular tentacles around me, squeezing me in his cage as he whispers, “Baby, let me tell the story this time, okay.”

My heart again starts to beat loudly as his warm chest presses against my back. My breath hikes as his arms lock just below my breast, pressing me into his hard body.

Ceasar’s voice oozes with excess sweetness as he purrs, “We met in a café and I thought she looked cute. So I asked her number and we never stopped talking since then.” He ends his story with a kiss on my cheek.

That’s it?

Boring like armpit?

“Aww! How cute.” Cason cutely awes at us and asks, “How much did you pay her to act like your wife?”

I freeze, shocked at how smoothly he looked through our lies. Ceasar stays still being unbothered by the question.

“Tell me?” Cason asks me while jerking his perfectly shaped eyebrow. “Why is it so hard for you to believe?” I sarcastically spat at the nosy bitch.

“Because my dear,” Cason walks a bit too close, locking me in a sandwich position between him and his brother. I gasp as he ducks down his head to my level and leers maliciously,

“I know who Ceasar fucked last night... And it wasn't you.”