Captive Mate BL Chapter 165: - 165

Caspian looked behind him as Keith stepped out, holding up the bowl in his hands.

"I got popcorn!"

Peter had already made himself comfortable on a chair next to him, the opening scenes of the movie Keith had chosen playing out.

Keith clenched his hand in a fist so that he wouldn’t reach for the back of his head, shooting a covert glare at Peter, who was suspiciously focused on the screen.

"I don’t think we need..." He already started to refute.

Despite Caspian’s tries to indulge them, they were still on the job.

"Yeah, just sit down," The Oga cut him off, patting the seat next to him.

Keith swallowed nervously, Caspian rarely gave them orders, but that didn’t affect the authority in his voice.

He had to walk past Peter to get to the offered seat, getting a proper look at him now.

Peter already had popcorn crumbs on his face, getting too comfortable, too quickly.

He sat down and focused on the screen as well, taking a handful of popcorn like there was a gun to his head.

And there might as well be, Caspian’s sharp gaze on his was just as lethal as a loaded gun.

"Have you guys even had breakfast?" The Oga was asking.

"We don’t eat on the job," Keith was quick to reply, freezing after his words because he was literally eating on the job right at that mont.

Caspian made a dismissive sound, "There’s hardly ever any trouble at the mansion, and there sure is enough food to go around..."

Even as he spoke, Keith could already see the gears turning in his head.

He couldn’t dispute any of the Oga’s words because the last ti there had been any tension at the mansion, it was when the representative from the High Council showed up.

Other than that, they had to deal with their boss running amok than anything else.

Caspian went quiet after he said those words, thinking deeply. Maybe he should discuss it with Asher first before ntioning it to his bodyguards.

Keith couldn’t tell why Caspian decided to go silent about the matter, but he was just glad he didn’t have to deal with it.

Because, for so reason, he was the sole focus of the boss’ lover. Peter hadn’t even said a single word since he sat down.

He looked over Caspian at him to find him focused on the movie he had put on, a look of disbelief on Keith’s face at this.

"You like the movie?" He blurted out before he could stop himself.

"Didn’t you pick it?’ Caspian chid in, focusing on the screen for the first ti.

"I thought it would be sothing you would like," Keith decided to go for honesty.

"As long as it’s not horror, I’m fine with whatever." Caspian said honestly as well.

"Shh," Peter interrupted them, and they all looked from the focused Beta to the screen in ti to catch a character viciously slapping another character.

"What did we miss?" Caspian whispered, completely lost because he had spent the entire ti chatting with Keith.

"The main character..." Peter launched into a very involved explanation.

"...She’s the only heir of a business conglorate, so her father’s sets her up with an arranged marriage..."

Keith had a difficult ti stopping himself from outright gaping. He had never seen Peter invest so much focus into sothing before.

"...she decides to go undercover into her future in-laws’ house, and they’ve been treating her horribly the entire ti."

"Her future mother-in-law was the one who slapped her?" Caspian quickly caught on, also getting invested.

Keith just reached for more popcorn and sank into the extra comfortable chairs.

He couldn’t get into the romantic drama, but he had to admit that this was also a nice way to spend his day.

There was very little to complain about with his recent promotion, at first he had thought he would co to gravely regret it.

But Caspian barely left the mansion, and he treated them respectfully, familiarly even.

Most Mafia King mistresses’ wouldn’t even care to check up on them.

Keith tried focusing on the screen again but he was even more lost than the first ti he had tried to pay attention.

Peter’s explanation didn’t help at all because he hadn’t been listening.

He glanced at the bowl to find that it was rapidly emptying being shared between the three of them.

Keith grabbed the chance to take a break from the movie, "I’ll go get us so more popcorn." He announced to the room, already hot footing it to the door.

He didn’t want to give Caspian the chance to do it himself or dissuade him.

But he didn’t have to worry because neither of them bothered to even spare him a glance, twisting their necks to look around him as he walked past.

"Get us drinks as well!" Was all Caspian said.

Peter didn’t even deign to say a word to him, locked in on the big screen.

Keith didn’t mind, he had chosen the movie without thought, so he was glad that they were at least enjoying it.

He didn’t bother putting his shoes on, Caspian hadn’t worn any, so he knew he would be fine.

Finding the kitchen was a little tough because he didn’t co into the mansion often.

There were guard houses at each corner of the mansion, and in those were leisure rooms the n could hang out in when they weren’t on duty.

Although most preferred to just go to their respective hos and co in when it was ti to clock in.

He and Keith had taken to spending almost all their ti in one of the leisure rooms because they could be called at any ti.

That was the only downside of being a bodyguard that he could see. He was free to do as he liked until Caspian called, though, so it wasn’t all bad.

He stopped in front of the massive double doors, wondering if he was supposed to knock.

There was a racket happening on the other side, the cooking staff preparing lunch, no doubt. So he doubted they would even hear if he bothered to knock.

Keith just pushed open the door at that, the entire kitchen coming to halt when he did.

He froze as well, worried that he had done sothing that he wasn’t supposed to by coming in unannounced.

The silence was broken by a collective sigh from the chefs, one of them approaching him with a spatula in hand.

"Do you need sothing?"

"Uh, yeah," Keith scratched the back of his head. "Caspian asked for..."

"More popcorn," The chef completed for him at the sa ti that a cooking staff walked over with an even bigger bowl of popcorn.

It had him wondering just how much popcorn Caspian ate on a regular for them to have this much on standby.

"He also asked for drinks..."

"Iced tea?" The chef was quick to ask a furrow in his brow.

"I told you to make so down in the freezer!" A chef stirring a pot called out.

"I want him to have it fresh!" The chef countered - it sounded like they had had this conversation before.

"Uh... any drink is fine," Keith cut in, not wanting to be the bone of contention.

Caspian hadn’t specified, so he figured he could get away with it.

"Oh, you should have said that," The chef that approached him instantly relaxed.

He walked over to a massive fridge, opening one of the sections to take out a six pack of soda.

He foisted the soda on him as well and sending him on his way.

Keith struggled a bit with the things he had to carry because he couldn’t really balance the bowl of popcorn on a single hand.

He eventually settled on wrapping an arm around the bowl like he was carrying a small child, using his leg to nudge open the door.

It was only when he returned that Peter and Caspian cared about his existence. His partner quick to shoot to his feet to divest him of the popcorn he had brought.

"Please hand a drink," Caspian held out a hand without looking away from the screen.

Keith was quick to honor his request, tossing one of the cold canned drinks to Peter as well. He had done so without warning, secretly hoping he could get to bash the idiot’s head in.

Peter’s quick reflexes dashed his hopes to the ground, he caught the can without even looking.

Keith just sat in the row behind them and took a drink for himself. He wasn’t interested in any more popcorn, and he wanted to play mobile gas on his phone, so it worked out fine.

He had to admit that this was nicer than spending all his ti in the leisure rooms, because it was the perfect distraction for Peter.

The aggravating bastard usually talked his ear off while he was just trying to focus on his ga.