Captive Mate BL
Chapter 153: + - 153+

Chapter 153: +Chapter 153+

"So, you just want me to paint your nails like that?" She asked, already bring out her tools of the trade.

"No," Caspian said with a laser-focused expression, "I want them exactly like this."

The nail tech only hesitated for a split second before getting right to work, she hadn’t been expecting him to make that request.

She had no judgments, just happy to do her job, and she did it well.

Keith and Peter were already long done, his bodyguards immediately dipping out of the salon to keep watch outside when their nail technicians let them go.

Caspian stared at his new dangerous set of nails with a glint in his eyes, thanking the nail technician before going out to join his bodyguards.

They had hung around the doorway, stoic expressions on their faces.

"Onto the next," Caspian announced, striding forward.

Peter had gotten his nails painted black but Keith had gone for a soft shade of yellow.

It was so surprising that Caspian had to mention it, "I didn’t think you’d get something so colorful."

Keith shrugged, unfazed, "It’s my favorite color."

Their next stop was a spa, and as soon as the car came to a stop in the parking lot, Caspian caught his bodyguards eyeing him warily.

"Will you be coming with me-"

"Damn right we will," Peter muttered, already out of the car.

Caspian had to smile at that, he had been a bit worried that they would hate getting their nails done.

The spa was more fun for everyone, his bodyguards happy to get a full body massage and a slew of expensive facials.

Peter held the gift bags the spa had given them as they stepped into the parking lot hours later with glowy skin.

"That was much better, the nails hurt." He grumbled.

"It really wasn’t that bad," Caspian sighed, feeling floaty from all the pampering.

"She tried to file my nail bed off," Keith chimed in, also having nothing good to say about the nail salon.

"We’re going to get our hair done next," Caspian said, including them completely this time. "Although its getting late, we need to eat lunch."

The men could hardly complain about this, if going out with the boss’ missus had more days like this, it would be like getting paid to take a vacation.

Caspian didn’t let them back out of eating lunch, although they tried to pull the ’on the job’ card on him.

"Just think of it as getting your nails done," He said as they started for the restaurant.

Peter grimaced at his words, "I’d rather not."

"Just eat, our day is far from over."

Caspian ordered a lot of food at the homely restaurant they stopped at for a meal, still getting used to his new nails.

They weren’t that long, but they were longer that his usual length with was neatly filed, close to the nail bed.

"You don’t have to get us so much food," Keith protested.

Caspian looked up from where he was trying to get accustomed to using utensils with his new nails. "What makes you think I did just for you guys?"

"If you don’t eat quick enough, there’ll be nothing left for you."

Peter and Keith relaxed visibly at this although there was still a hint of doubt on their faces, an expression that was quickly cleared up by Caspian.

Moving around so much had made him hungrier than he thought, so much that he contemplated ordering some more.

After lunch, they were off to a hair salon, Keith and Peter handling it better than the beauty salon where they did their nails.

It was already mid-afternoon by the time they were done, and time was running out.

Caspian frowned, starting to think that leaving his outfit for last might have not been such a great idea after all.

He still needed to get back to the mansion to get ready, and he had no idea what to get.

"The both of you are going to be my shopping assistants," He pointed at his bodyguards, who immediately had their guards up again.

After the betrayal with the nails, they had a hard time trusting whatever he suggested.

"We can hold your bags for you, no problem," Peter puffed his chest, eager to help.

"No," Caspian shut that down, grabbing their wrists as he sped up to the boutique’s entrance, "You’ll help me pick out an outfit."

Both men shared a terrified look over his head, Keith speaking up.

"I don’t think that’s a great idea," He said nervously.

But Caspian wasn’t listening, pulling them along as he walked past the counter where the cashiers stared at them with shocked expressions.

A uniformed staff hurried over to him, she was a Beta around his height, wearing a nervous expression as she glanced at the two men in tactical wear staring down at her.

"W-Welcome to Dark Wave," She stumbled slightly over her words, "If you need anything at all, just let me know-"

"I need an outfit for a function," Caspian said before she could even get all of her words out.

The staff beamed at that, "Please come with me," She invited him, walking deeper past rows of clothes.

He let go of Keith’s and Peter’s sleeves at that, relieved to give control over to a person who seemed like they knew what they were doing.

"If you could just give me more details about the function and your preferences so I could find you something suitable," She spoke professionally, leading him away.

Peter and Keith didn’t dare tag along, whispering silent prayers at the fact that they had been rescued.

The instead separated to keep an eye on the entrances, as well as Caspian... from a distance of course.

They would make sure that there wouldn’t be a repeat of the last clothes store they had been to.

The store was now blacklisted, in the sense that they wouldn’t let Caspian return to it for any reason.