Sharing Beatrice A Luna to her Stepbrothers

Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers By Alexis Dee Chapter 39

Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

Chapter 39 – Cannot Lose My Virginity

“I loved this place. Are we really leaving?” I asked my mom, watching her clumsily pack our bags.

“Not really. If one thing I have learned about Vasquez, it is that he will never let me leave him.” She smirked while not really putting much effort into taking my clothes off the hangers. I now understood why she was delaying so much. She was waiting for him to apologize to her and beg her to stay with him.

While she talked about it, we heard a knock on the door.

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“Scar! Baby, open the door,” he commanded from the other side of the door. Mom turned to me and then smiled, getting on her feet and walking over to the door to attend it. She left the room to have a word with him. I had been in a very busy routine since morning, so my throat started to give up on me.

Since I had a fever too, I thought I should grab something to drink. Obviously, I now knew my mom and I were not going anywhere, so I had calmed down. After reaching the kitchen, I started looking for anything to eat and drink.

“Let me help you with that,” I heard Maddox say from behind me when I grabbed a soda bottle and couldn’t undo the cork. He took the bottle out of my hands, opened it with his bare hands, and offered it back to me.

like a scared kitten. The only reason for me to be afraid of him was his intense stare. He was hunching over

guys are not leaving?” he inquired, and I almost spat the drink

bottle between both my hands and taking little

I commented, and I watched him

any smile from before, “What happened there?” he frowned and walked over to the other side just

“What?” I asked.

back and ran his finger over my cheek. I pulled away from him because I still remembered how agonizing his hatred made me

even realize my mother had left a bruise on my cheek

upset when she thought I had hurt myself by being reckless,”

“Hurt yourself?” he frowned.

reckless,” I explained.

As soon as he asked that, I spat the drink

me when she thinks I hurt myself or put myself in danger.” I corrected him. I mean, I knew how one

were in danger? She hit you because she thought she lost control over you.” He was saying things that made

not how my mom treats me. She cares for me. Yes! She doesn’t want me to sleep around because boys are mad. But she will never hit me for

about it? Does it not hurt?” He was clenching his perfectly shaped jaw while looking

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