Mated To The Barclay Brothers

**Gael's POV**

I stared at my computer screen for almost an hour, just looking at the photos of one person.

I drooled and swallowed every single time my eyes fell on his torso, his pack, his v shaped waistline and lastly, his mesmerizing eyes.

I could stare at him forever, if only I'm given the chance to. I don't know how I gradually became obsessed with this guy, but unfortunately, I am and the worst of it all, is the fact that he is way out of my league. He is someone I shouldn't even dream about. Someone I should do everything possible to forget. But If only I can do that.

The alarm ticked and that immediately snapped me out of my daydream.

I quickly tore my gaze away from my computer and stared at my alarm clock which is on the same table, and it says 6:am

"No shit!" I quickly stood up from my chair and dashed to the bathroom.

I can't believe I used my little sleep in staring at his photos again. I need help because I think I'm losing it quick.

After I showered, I came out of the bathroom, only to meet a yawning Greg, who is also my roommate.

"Morning, Gael," he muttered with a yawn.

"Morning, Greg," I replied with a smile.

"No way!"

I froze and quickly turned my gaze towards Greg while dabbing my hair dry.

"What?" I asked.

Greg didn't say anything, but rather starred in a particular direction. I was forced to look in the direction his gaze traveled to, only to find them on my computer.

I shut my eyes and cursed under my breath, not again.

"I...isn't that Turstin, I mean the world-famous celebrity?"

I put my head down and heaved a long, deep sigh.

"Yea," I mumbled and quickly walked over to my laptop to shut it down.

"No, don't, I want to see how good he looks now." I rolled my eyes and slowly took my hands off the shutdown button.

"Nice! The guy gets better as the year goes by. But wait a minute, why do you have him on your computer?"

I stared at Greg, short of words to speak at that moment because I never expected him to see those photos of him.

"Don't tell me he's still your celebrity crush, Gael?"

"N...not really, I kinda stumbled upon his photos last night."

Greg gave me a weird look, which I could best describe as him not trusting my words.

"Well, it still wouldn't be a surprise to me if you still like him. I mean, the guy only gets better. I think I need to do some research on him. Gael, you have always wanted to be recognized, do you know you will be instantly promoted if you can get exclusive news from him?"

"Come on, Greg, don't even go there. Turstin isn't someone our little company can write about."

"Never say never. I don't care, I'm doing my research on him. Who knows, somebody you might get an opportunity to interview with him."

I shook my head at Greg. This is the reason I never wanted him to see the screen in the first place. I knew he was going to go berserk about Turstin and just as I thought, it already happened.

"Greg, if you really want to do your research on him, I advise you to make use of your computer. You know his name, don't you?"

"Yea, no wait! Turstin who again?" Greg asked with a confused look.

I rolled my eyes again, Greg was just too much.

"Thought you knew his name?"

"Yes, I do, but I'm not you. I haven't seen him for like three years now, you don't expect me to have an imprint of his surname in my memory, do you?"

"Barclay..." I muttered, lazily.

"Oh yes, now I remember, Barclay!" Greg grinned and quickly scurried off to his room.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and picked up my computer.

"Let's get you into the room, little Barclay," I teased as I took my computer back into my room.

I stared in the mirror and slowly took off the towel wrapped around my waist.

Seeing who I really am in the mirror made me feel emotional. I shut my eyes, recalling my past. It was a shady past filled with much pain and hurt.

#Flashback

"You cannot be my son! I can't believe you gave birth to a disgrace and called it my son. I don't even know what to call what you have me as a son!" My father spat, his eyes were bloodshot with anger. I could still see the way he looked at me, it was eyes filled with hate and disappointment.

My mom did a good job hiding it from him until I was 15 years old. I never knew that day would be the day we would be abandoned. Giving birth to someone like me was a disgrace to someone like my father, who had to always wanted a male child. As a result, my mom made sure I never went naked in front of my dad or anyone. She was the only one who bathed me while I was growing up as a child.

She begged the nurse who helped her with childbirth to keep what I was a secret from my father, and the nurse kept her promise.

But as it was said, nothing can be hidden forever. That fateful night, my dad had walked in on me while I was completely naked. He had wanted to show me the new computer he bought me, but when he saw me naked, that instant, all I saw was fear in his eyes.

He trembled and immediately slumped to the floor, still staring at my private area.

"W... What are you, why are you having that?!"

I tried to speak, tried to explain, but the words just wouldn't come out of my mouth. My mom ran into the room when she heard my dad scream.

"Is this what you have me as a son, Winnie?!"

My mom immediately fell on her knees with tears in her eyes.

"Please blame me, not my son, please," my mom begged and cried.

"Son? Look at it closely, I can't refer to him as a man because he's not!"

Those words cut through me like a thousand knives.

#Flashback ends

I opened my eyes staring in the mirror, my eyes had become red because I cried. I gently wiped off my tears.

It wasn't the first time I had cried when I thought of the past. Ten years had passed ever since the incident occurred.

**Gael's POV**

I can't believe I woke up late today. This is one of the reasons I tried not to think of the past, the fact that I was going to end up waking late after crying my eyes out. But then, I woke up late again.

Standing by the bus station waiting for the bus going to Stanford Hill was another pain in the ass. The driver hardly arrives early.

I peered at the time through my wristwatch, and it was 7:30AM. How was I supposed to get to the office by 8: AM considering the fact that the second bus hadn't arrived?

I had missed the chance of 6:00AM. The second bus ought to have arrived. Since 7, but now it's past 7 and counting. I tapped my foot on the floor anxiously, while staring at my wrist from time to time.

"Mr. Roger is going to hang my head on a spike for sure." I muttered to myself while waiting. I was supposed to hand in some project work but, from the look of things, I wouldn't be able to do so now. Shit! I shouldn't have let myself wallow in my pain.

Just then, I spotted a taxi in the opposite direction of where I was standing. I didn't have to be told twice that it was heading to Stanford Hills.

This was an opportunity I cannot afford to miss for the world. I glanced at both sides, and when I noticed the road was safe to cross, I quickly attempted to cross, but just as I was in the middle of crossing, I suddenly heard the horn of a car. And just as I was about to turn to my left where the horn echoed from, I was suddenly hit by a car, a Rolls-Royce to be precise.

I saw myself being lifted above the ground. I tried to look at the face of my murderer, but he was in dark shades with lips parted, probably in shock that he almost got me killed. I heard screams, but before I could look around, I saw myself descending at high speed. I hit my head and spine hard on the car's bonnet, and I instantly blacked out.

~

I opened my eyes faintly only to be met by a pair of gray eyes. That was all I could make of the person because I slowly drifted off into darkness afterward.

~

The sound of water dripping woke me up from my unconscious state. I gradually opened my eyes, and my nose twitched instantly, causing me to sneeze terribly. I opened my eyes wide only to find myself in a bed, close to an unfamiliar transparent glass window.

I peered down at myself, only to discover that I was actually lying on a bed. Furthermore, I tried to move, but my whole body felt numb. I could feel something on my nose through which I breathed, and a bandage wrapped around my left leg. I took my gaze up, though I couldn't see my head, but I could feel that my head was probably wrapped up as well.

Just then, I had a recollection of what happened before I blacked out. I remembered I was late for work and was going to take the bus, but then, I was unable to take the bus because it never came. And then, I saw a taxi across the road from where I stood.

I tried to cross the road. Just at that very moment, I felt a sharp pain in my head that suddenly made me feel dizzy.

"Arrgh!" I screamed in pain.

Suddenly, I noticed something moving from within the curtains. I quickly took my gaze fully at the curtain, only to find someone walking out of the curtain area.

I almost choked myself to death when I saw who it was.

I blinked spontaneously. I just couldn't believe who I was seeing.

He stared at me with an expression that I could hardly read.

What a fine man he is, the pictures didn't do justice to how handsome he was. I could barely take my gaze off him. Those gray eyes...now that I think about it, I saw them once before I fell into an unconscious state. Could all this be a dream? Could it be that I was dreaming about him again?

I tried to move my hands, I wanted to touch him, just to be certain I wasn't dreaming about him again.

"How are you feeling?" He asked. His voice is so deep and melodious to my ears. Fuck! Now I can finally say I'm daydreaming again. There's no way he's asking me these questions for real. Turstin is a celebrity way out of my league. There's no way he would be right here by my side.

"Gael, stop doing this to yourself. Get a life, will you?"

"Do you feel pain anywhere?" The second question suddenly made me go wide in shock. He was still there peering down at me with the same expression on his face.

What? Did he just ask me about my health? Is he truly for real?

"A...are you actually talking to me?" I asked with wide eyes. My voice sounded coarse. I had a hard time recognizing my voice.

"I'm sorry for what happened to you, and I want to assure you that you're okay now."

Huh? What was he talking about? Why was he apologizing to me? I strained my head and recalled the scene where I was hit. I didn't see the face of the culprit because he was in dark shades. How on earth did Turstin know about the incident?

"Were you the one who brought me here?" I asked in a low tone. I didn't like how my voice sounded, so I decided to speak rather slowly.

"Yes, matter of fact, I was the one who hit you."

"What?!" I said, almost in a scream. I went wide in utter shock. He also seemed to be surprised at my outburst.

"Why? You didn't pay attention to the crossing and got hit. I must say you are reckless as a human."

I couldn't believe my ears. Did he just say that to me?

"Excuse me, what do you mean I wasn't paying attention? You were the one who hit me, remember?"

"I did, and that was because you ran into my car suddenly. You didn't pay attention to the signs of crossing, did you?"

I opened my mouth to argue, but I couldn't find the words to speak. I just stared at him as he took the trophy, when I was clearly the one hospitalized. So much for having a crush on a celebrity.

**Gael's POV**

It's been a while since my encounter with Turstin. I can't believe just how rude he was. If I had known the man I had a crush on was this rude, I would have shunned my feelings for him a long time ago. He isn't worth it. He isn't worth my time a bit.

The door suddenly flew open and someone walked in. I was going red with anger, thinking it was Turstin, but I immediately beat down my anger when I saw another guy. He had beautiful blue eyes. He was putting on faded jeans and a t-shirt on a long white doctor's coat.

"Hi, it's good to see you awake, Gael." The strange guy said. I creased my brow in a frown when he mentioned my name. I don't know him, but how the hell did he know my name?

"H...hi, have we met before?" I asked.

He let out a light chuckle which showed a perfect dimple on both sides of his cheeks. Goodness! What the hell is going on? First it was Turstin, and now it was some strange guy whose identity I know nothing about.

"I know you must be surprised, since I called you by your name."

Good thing he knew why I asked the question.

"My name's Jeremy, but you can call me Jerry if it pleases you," he said, winking at me, seductively that it almost sent me shivering with nervousness.

"You don't have to feel that way. I'm sorry if it made you feel uncomfortable," he instantly said.

"How long have I been out?"

"Well, it's been a week since the Alpha took you here.

"Alpha, Who's Alpha?"

"Goodness! I totally forgot that you're human. Do you have any idea how our community actually works? Well, the thing is, he took you here because he, uhm, unintentionally hit you."

I folded my hands into fists. Thinking about what had happened earlier made me mad. How could I be so stupid as to keep silent when he asked me a question? He was the one who hit me in the first place.

"I can imagine why you're emitting such anger, but you shouldn't blame him. He's always this way, but if you get to know him, you'll find out he's actually a nice guy."

Did he just say he was a nice guy? I scoffed silently.

"Tell me, why can't I move my whole body? Am I perhaps crippled?"

Jerry suddenly chuckled at my words.

"Though you may be a human, trust me, no one goes crippled under my watch. All I want you to do is relax and have a good rest. I actually came to give you a shot, so you can have a good rest.

"Fuck! I hate shots! Isn't there another way to make me feel better?" I asked.

"There's no other way, I'm afraid. I can only treat you the way a human being is to be treated."

Wait a minute, why does he keep mentioning humans? It's not like he was an Alien. I also noticed Turstin used the word human on me earlier.

"You don't have to be scared, Gael, you won't feel painful because I have a way of administering mine. All you have to do is to stay calm and let me make you feel okay."

I nodded my head in agreement.

For some reason, I feel so relaxed having Jerry around. This was unlike me. Instead of hospitals, drugs, and shots. But here I am, in the same hospital I hate, about to take some shots, and I'm perfectly okay with it.

The moment Jerry gave me the shots, my eyes instantly became heavy, and just like that, I slept off.

~

I woke up again, and this time, I perceived a sweet scent of apples. Goodness! Why am I perceiving apples? The last thing I remember was the fact that I was in the hospital, and there were no apples in the hospital.

I quickly peeled my eyes open, only to find myself in the same room.

"Hi!" I heard someone say sharply. I titled my head stress fully toward the direction of the voice, only to see Turstin with a smiling face. Thought you might need some apples, so, I got you some."

I creased my brow in a frown. Why does he act so differently?

"How long have I been asleep for?" I asked.

"A day," he replied sharply.

This is strange. The Turstin I saw yesterday was entirely different from this one. He was seemingly more calm and attentive, I'd say.

"Do you need apples?" He asked, carrying the tray of apples to my side.

I simply nodded while staring at him, confused.

"Here," he gave me an apple, which I reluctantly accepted from him.

"Uhm, sorry about what happened to you, but you don't have to worry, I'll come see you as much as I can."

"What happened to me? You clearly were the one who hit me."

He suddenly made a sad face that made me regret my statement. Maybe I shouldn't have said that to him. Perhaps he was sorry about what he did, and me bringing up what he did must have made him sad.

"I apologize for what I did. I promise to take care of you from now on."

He said while staring into my eyes. Seeing him up close, I can almost say he meant what he said. The way he stared at me made my throat dry. Has anyone ever told this man, he has a way of sending poor hearts into disarray?"

"Don't stare at me that way, Gael, I don't know, but I seriously don't want to lose myself now." I immediately tore my gaze away from him. Goodness! Was it that obvious? What the hell is wrong with me? I should have known I'd be this restless. I should have known, all those nights I had wet dreams about him. I had always wondered what it would be like if I were ever to meet him face to face. Who would have thought that I would actually lose it this much?

"I have a question for you, though, Gael?"

I took my gaze back at him, to listen to his question.

"Have you perhaps heard of me before now?"

My heart skipped instantly. What should I say now? Yes? No? If I say yes, I'll be too obvious, and if I said no it'll seem as though I were lying. I mean, he knows my name and that only meant he must have found my ID.

"I-"

"I'm sure you don't know me then," he interrupted.

I couldn't have felt more relieved when he answered the question on my behalf.