Traumatized Alpha Twin Mates

Chapter 8

{Brooke}

"Can I borrow some of your clothes?" I treaded carefully because I just met the guy but I need something to wear before I depart. Peter's face beamed with approval but he smiled sheepishly and nodded.

"Well, I don't have much but a spare shirt" the tips of his ear turn pink and he adds quickly, "You don't have to wear it if it doesn't cover...everything."

"I'll just take it with me so I can find a place to sleep," I began an intricate plan in my mind on where to sleep for these seven days. It involved throwing my pride under the bus.

"You don't have a place to stay?" he asks with a worried frown. Peter had a fine hotel to stay in- I knew because we were standing in the middle of the bedroom he had booked.

"Not really...But it's fine, I'll find a place somewhere"

He shook his head profusely. "No, you're staying here with me"

My eyebrows shot up at his implication. It didn't sound like a question but more like a demand. A rosy hue spread on his cheeks and he groaned. "Sorry, I didn't mean it the way it sounds. Would you like to stay here for the rest of your trip?"

I tilted my head to examine him up and down. He puffed his chest out a little bit to prove his manly worth. "But, I have no way to pay you back"

"It's free for you. No charge," he grinned. He noticed my hesitation when I glanced at the only bed in the room. "I'll sleep on the floor so you don't have to worry about it"

The decision was debated in my head. My mind screamed 'yes' but my heart screamed 'no'. In the end, I said, "Okay"

******

The medicine Peter brought for me was waiting for me on the bathroom counter and that was when he came from behind me and peered over my shoulder.

"I don't want to interrogate you, but why do you need to take that many meds?" 

I bit my lip to refrain from saying anything like 'OH! I have amnesia!'. It might send him running for the hills if he thought I was crazy. "Can I trust you?"

"Of course. After all, I am the only man who can resist your deadly charms, "he laughed shyly and ruffled his hair. 

I smirked. "What charms?"

"W-well, you- I-I don't want to come off as perverted..."

"I was only teasing but you're right. I have amnesia." 

He remained silent for a long time before exhaling slowly. "Really? So, you could've had kids in the past and not know now?"

I turned to face him and slapped him lightly on his shoulder. "Peter! I think my body would know if I was ever pregnant and besides, I'm only 23.

"I'm 27. Three more years and I hit the thirties," he shrugged. "And there goes my young life."

I guffawed. "With those biceps, even at 70, you'll have girls chasing after you. "

He stared at me and only then did I realize what I had said. "Did I just say that out loud? God, I'm such an idiot..

I followed his eyes as they glance from my lips to my face. "A beautiful i***t," he whispered lightly.

I flushed and faltered to find words. "What do you mean by that?"

It felt oddly familiar when he places his hands on my hips and pulled me so I was flush against his chest. "I meant that you have definitely made my brain go haywire..."

I placed my hands on his rock-hard chest. "Haywire how?"

I smiled slyly. Maybe Lydia was right and I was acting like a horny teenager but at that moment it felt right. He leaned in towards my neck and I felt something sharp fluttered over my weak spot. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I  let out an embarrassing groan. 

He retracted and his eyes were dark and his brow furrowed in confusion. "You have the same weak spot as her..." he mumbled.

I flinched and turned away. Way to bring out that I'm alike to some other girl you probably got laid by. I shuffled around with the bottles of pills and found the right one. I heard him mutter a chain of curses behind me when I stood on my tippy toes to reach for the glass cup on the top shelf. 

"Listen, Brooke, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that," he said and placed a hand on my shoulder.

I shrugged him off as I filled the cup with water. "It doesn't matter. But I'm kinda busy with this now," my voice sounded colder than I intended it too. Everything about him was familiar, comforting, and loveable but that only irritated me more.

"Way to ruin everything Peter," he scolded himself and sulked off. Good. He should feel sorry for making me feel like a lover as he murmured similarities between me and the girlfriend he was probably "cheating" on.

I gulped down the water along with my meds and stared at myself in the mirror. I looked dead. My eyes were gloomy and I had bags under my eyes. My thoughts only drifted towards Maya's appearance and my insecurity increased. I shook my head to keep from thinking about Maya and my dreadful appearance. I never felt this insecure; I've always just shrugged it off and kept living my life but these bosses are bringing me weird feelings. There was a shower and I felt filthy so I took the time to shower.

There was no blowdryer and no clean underwear so I came out with Peter's shirt on and wet hair. As it turns out, Peter was busy trying to fend off the female Chinese Food deliverer. 

"Miss, please here's the p*****t for the food," he said warily and tried giving her a twenty-dollar bill.

The woman tried her best to give him a seductive smile but failed. "There are...other ways for you to pay me.."

He gulped nervously and took a step back from the woman. "Miss, I don't understand. May you please just give me the food and accept the money?"

I found it sweet that he was trying his best to still be kind and considerate to the woman who is clearly trying to get into his pants. The woman took a step up towards, dropped the food and leaned in to nip at his ear. The disgusted shudder that racked through his body was visible. "Call me, Lin. Now shouldn't we get started on the p*****t?"

I resisted the urge to vomit when  Lin began to grind her hips against his not-so-sensually. Peter was trying to shove the woman off without hurting her but it was no use. I rolled my eyes and decided to step in.

I stopped hiding behind the way and ruffled my hair for presentation. "Baby, can you come back to bed? It's cold..." I feigned sweet innocence and ignored the way Lin glared at me.

Peter's neck turned red when he scanned me but he breathed a sigh of relief and played along. "Yeah, sweetheart, I'll be there now"

"He's busy," Lin seethed. Peter finally managed to shrug her off, take the food and threw her the money before shutting the door in her face.

The woman pounded on the door relentlessly screaming curses at me. Peter shuffled to the side and was rubbing his neck awkwardly. That's when I finally took in my appearance. The shirt he gave me was dark blue and reached my knees but I wasn't wearing underwear.

I dreaded asking him this but I couldn't sleep like that when there is a male presence in the room. "I need- let's just say I need certain clean items for tonight"

Peter began to support his weight on his feet awkwardly. "W-well, I know we just met b-but...It's just that-," he stammered and began waving his arms around. "I only have some clean boxers."

He groaned and placed his hands on his face. It was adorable that he was seemingly embarrassed by uttering that sentence. "They're new.." he mumbled.

I soothingly patted his head. "That'll do"

He got up and took out his suitcase and began to rummage around it. He threw some clothes around but a photo of a certain girl caught my eyes as it fluttered in the air. It landed right behind him and he didn't notice so I picked it up.

It was the girl from my memories. Her long red hair sculpted her face, her freckles, and piercing blue eyes. I ran a finger over her sharp features. She wasn't the Victoria or the Mother of my memories but she was strikingly familiar. Then again, everything seemed familiar. 

Peter faced me nervously with the boxer that was still in its package. "I found them-"

His gaze turned cold when he caught me tracing a finger over the girl in the picture. I jumped up, startled. "Oh, sorry, this flew out and I picked it up for you"

He snatched it from my hands and growled protectively. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Wait, what? It was an accident"

"Get out"

"What?!"

"I said... GET OUT"