CHAPTER 2: Aren't you man enough?

KARA'S POV

Why on earth did he have that much bags? He looked like he was gonna be staying for months! Joey never mentioned that he was going to be staying for more than a few days, so why all the baggage?

I put on one of my favorite songs and was beginning to enjoy it when his voice inter posed my good time. Okay, his voice was pretty deep.

Did he digest speakers?

But it was really sexy all the same.

"This music is lame. Can you change it?"

"Huh excuse me? Aren't your ears working properly? How is this song lame?" I shot him a look before diverting my eyes back to the road.

"The artist and the song itself. Both lame. Maybe I should connect my phone to the car's Bluetooth?"

And before I could even react, he started doing just that. He had so much guts!

His music started playing and he even increased the volume.

"That was very rude," I told him crossly. "Its not even your car!"

"Its my brother's." He replied simply.

"Well if you have forgotten, I am married to your brother. What belongs to him also belongs to me."

"Chill out and enjoy some real music."

Eek. I wanted to barf. That was his idea of some real music? Some useless trap song by God knows who? And why did it need to be so damn loud for heaven's sakes?

I decided to endure because it wasn't gonna be long till we arrived home anyways.

"Home sweet home," I muttered as I turned the engine off.

I got down from the car and was about walking into the house when I heard him asking, "Won't you help me with my bags?"

I turned around with my arms folded. "Aren't you man enough to carry your bags all by your self? What are those muscles for?"

I was definitely not gonna help. First, why did he have so much anyway? I expected just a duffel bag strapped to his back. Yet, he had that as well as two huge suitcases. Was he planning to stay in San Diego for as long as he shall live?

Second, he had no right to blast his annoying song loudly through the speakers.

I could swear I saw a smirk on his face for a second and then he said nothing at all.

I ignored him, walking into the house.

JULIAN'S POV.

I was in the living room now with all my bags she had refused to help me with. She thought I could not carry them myself?

I was pretty sure I could lift her with one arm.

The house was medium sized and very cozy.

The art work, interior decor and painting were all fire. The person who worked on it deserved some accolades. If it was a female,in addition to her pay, she deserved some head. As well as a shopping spree.

Too fucking nice!

I didn't fail to notice the large framed picture on the wall of Joey and Kara. It was their wedding day and they both looked so happy, like they had won the lottery.

Nice. If I got married someday, there was no way I was gonna do a toothpaste commercial all in the name of trying to look happy on a photo.

I had actually missed the wedding because I had been in London at the time and couldn't travel as I had some issues with my flight.

My parents were too happy to grace the occasion with their presence and were there a week just before the wedding.

They told me how sweet and wonderful the bride was and how they wanted me to marry a girl just like her.

Joey used to be in New York with me and our family. It was our hometown. He moved away three years back and decided to settle in San Diego.

That was where he met Kara and they kicked it.

And then sometime in July last year, they were tying the knot.

I hadn't seen him since the move and we only communicated via Skype and video chats. I was glad we were gonna see each other again.

We weren't as close as twins were supposed to be but we were alright. Maybe if we were identical or even had similar personalities, we would have been way closer.

In any case, he was still my brother and he was my friend too. I loved him all the same. Our relationship was great.

I clicked my tongue before asking Miss cute face standing few inches away from me where the hell I was supposed to put my bags.

She couldn't even ask how my trip went.

"Come with me," she said as she sauntered towards one of the rooms and I followed suit, dragging a suitcase behind me. Could she walk any faster?

My eyes were fixed on the movement of her ass though.

It wasn't my fault she was walking without any care in the world and she was in front of me.

She opened a door, revealing a chic looking room. My eyes looked around and I was quite satisfied with everything except the painting on the walls.

Why the hell was the room fucking pink and purple? First of all, Ew.

Second of all, Ew.

"Isn't there another room in this house?" I was asking her.

She was standing at the door entrance with one hand on her hip and she raised a brow questioningly.

"What is wrong with this one?"

"Its fucking pink and purple. What am I? Barbie?"

"Why didn't you stay at a hotel then or better still, rent a house for the time being since you're so picky with colors?" She asked staring hard at me.

This girl was really something. Was it still about the music thingy? I deserved a thank you for blessing her ears with such for free.

"Easy tiger, you don't have to eat me," I said.

"Well this house only has two bedrooms. So unless you wanna spend your nights on the living room couch, you have to make do with this one." She replied me and then quickly added, "Do you need anything? I have to resume work now."

"I can get settled in, don't worry. I'm good and I don't need anything." I said and watched as she turned on her heel before I stopped her. "Wait, I actually need something."

"What?" She asked without even turning to look at me.

"I'm actually very hungry. Is there food in this house?"

"I'll fix up something for you. Just grab a shower and get settled."

And with that, she was gone.