“Okay Li, you can call it a night. See ‘ya tomorrow.”
Night? Who the hell is he kidding? It’s not night, it’s 3:00 a.m. and I’ve been here for 12 hours!
“Thanks Sam, see ‘ya TONIGHT!”
Ughhh. I hate this job, but what can I do? I’m a ghost living in the real world and my options are limited. I’m lucky Felis used his connections to get me a job at the “Ghost Bar”. Yes, don’t laugh, ghost boy here works at the Ghost Bar slinging drinks for a living. When you are invisible to mankind you tend to become more of a freak show.
It just so happens there is a part of society that believes in ghosts, goblins, and the lot like us and they patronize the establishment. It’s long hours, manual work, and I never really feel a part of anything there – my purpose is to “entertain” as drinks float around the room as I prepare them.
Louis is the lucky one…in more ways than one. The fact that people can see him alone gave him so many more job options. Add to that he is the most beautiful man you will ever lay eyes upon and just know it took him no time to rise to the top.
Those gorgeous blue-green orbs of his alone make my non-existent heart race, that perfect hair and bone structure, and that body. I need to stop thinking about him because I am getting hard and I have a long walk home. Yeah, ghosts can’t drive.
Anyhow, Louis walks into some Starbucks on his first day job hunting to get a job making coffee drinks. Instead some rep from Premier Model Management sees him, scoops him up, and before you know it he’s signed a contract with a $1 million upfront retainer. Now, Louis is considered one of the top male models in the world. Shithead.
I know I should be happy for him, but I am jealous. He managed to get Isla a modeling contract too. Since she turned into a Dracula, she is flawless. Don’t get me wrong, I always thought she was beautiful, but after the change she became the most beautiful creature in existence.
No surprise Premier was anxious to sign her too. Then, add that they are in a relationship and they are the darlings of the fashion world. Again, sucks to be me because they have to keep me quiet. I guess an ongoing threesome would be frowned upon and ruin their careers. Damn life was so much simpler before Isla changed and we all moved in together…at least for me it was.
Louis and Isla seem like they couldn’t be happier. They are successful, rich, and they get to be together all the time. I hate it when they travel. It gets too lonely for me. I just don’t like being away from them and I know they miss me terribly too. They got home from a job in Moscow while I was at work. Louis text me to tell me they got home safely. Yes, ghosts can have phones; we can text even if we cannot talk.
I just cannot wait to get home to them! Usually when we’ve been separated Louis and Isla prepare a little something “special” for me for when I arrive home. Sex got so much better once Isla turned and could see. And Louis, well there is nothing like his perfect ass. I need to pick up the pace.
Thankfully, I am just about home because I am so hard I don’t feel like taking care of business before I get home to Louis and Isla if you know what I mean.
Finally, I am home. Hmmm the house is completely quiet. That’s strange. They are usually here to greet me at the door. Please let them be awake, I need a good fuck now. Maybe I’ll just sneak into the bedroom, maybe they are waiting to surprise me there.
What the actual fuck? I stop in the living room doorway to see Louis and Isla snuggled up together on the couch. I stand there staring for what seems like minutes and they do not notice me – and don’t dare crack ghost jokes because they can both see me! They just stay as they are cuddling, touching, kissing, and staring into each other’s eyes. Are they really that oblivious to me? Well, I’ve had enough of this scene.
“Can you tell me exactly what the fuck is going on here?!”