Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 3
Chapter 577 – Like A Pack Of Wolves (Beatrice)
Helel occupied the backseat while I teamed up with Akin, who, as usual, remained engrossed in his phone. I pondered whether he had a fiancé, perhaps a girlfriend taking up his time. But then again, his sour mood made me doubt his aptitude as a boyfriend. Who communicates with their partner in such a mood? Perhaps only the wealthy kind.
“Ahem!” I cleared my throat, shifting my gaze slightly towards Akin. “I’m really sorry about your shirt. I will fix my mistake”
I watched him remain silent for a whole minute before he finally set his phone aside and turned towards me, his brow slightly furrowed.
“Really? And how do you plan to make amends?” he asked, raising his eyebrow and leaving me baffled by his demand.
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“Um, I’m sorry?” I bit my t*ongue, realizing I didn’t quite understand what he meant.
“This shirt is branded, something you couldn’t even dream of affording, and all you offer is a sorry?” he tilted his head, adding to my discomfort.
“Oh! I wish I could say I’ll foot the bill for the shirt, but I don’t have that kind of money, and you already know it since you just mentioned I could never afford anything like that in my life,” I babbled on until he narrowed his eyes at me.
“Why not? You have the job. Save up and pay in a few months,” he shrugged, clearly failing to grasp the unrealistic nature of his request.
The reason I needed this job was simple: I needed money. But the idea of toiling away just to cover the cost of his shirt, when he could easily buy a new one, was mind-boggling. Not to mention, it wasn’t even my fault. His brother was the culprit behind his ruined expensive shirt. But accusing his brother while in their car? No way!
“Well, what about me? I need this money,” I retorted, noticing a playful pout forming on his l*ips. “So, you’d rather prioritize yourself over fixing your mistake?” he quizzically closed one eye, a gesture suggesting he was pondering my actions.
“No! I just can’t afford such an expensive apology,” I quickly responded, eager to avoid coming off as someone advocating for ‘eating the rich’. I didn’t harbor hatred towards wealthy individuals. Sure, I grumbled about them often, but I had my reasons. “Hmm! In that case, I can suggest alternatives if you’re truly willing to earn my forgiveness,” he continued, one hand resting on his t*high and the other casually stretched behind my seat. He was tall, and his body language exuded charisma. I doubted he was unaware of his own allure.
“Okay, I’m willing to give it a shot. Tell me, what do I need to do to earn your forgiveness?” I asked confidently and determinedly. If there was anything else I could do to appease him, to ensure he’d forgive me and not hold it against me, I was all ears. I had realized that tangling with these guys wouldn’t end well now that they practically ran this town.
“I’ll let you know when the time comes,” he smiled strangely, though he didn’t even glance at me. A shiver ran down my spine as he turned his face away, as if concealing his thoughts.
What could he possibly be considering asking me to do?
The car halted across the road rather than in front of my building. I understood it was their way of being messy. After all, they had given me a lift, and I should be grateful for that much. Expecting anything more from them would be foolish. And I certainly wasn’t foolish.
“Thank you for the ride,” I exited the car, then turned to thank Helel, who was oddly fixated on my face.
“No problem,” he mumbled, his hands tucked into his pants’ pockets.
“Goodnight,” I muttered, feeling utterly awkward as the brothers loomed around me. It was as if I were prey surrounded by big, bad bullies.
“Okay,” Helel responded, stepping aside to give me some space. I hurried past him, eager to reach my building before they could come up with another way to harass me. To my surprise, they didn’t follow or do anything.
Just as I was about to enter the building, I glanced back and saw them standing across the road, silent and staring at me. It felt eerie, giving me a sense of deja vu. I closed my eyes, dashed up to my apartment, and the rest of the night blurred into a haze. I collapsed onto my bed and slept as if I had already put in a full day’s work.
Morning arrived with a tinge of sadness as I realized I had skipped school again, and my mother could sense something was wrong. We ate breakfast in silence until I mustered the courage to tell her about the job. She was happy for me but concerned about my truancy.
“Beatrice! Gloria will be returning to school on Monday, right? I want you to go back too and deal with whatever’s going on, okay? You’re not a quitter,” my mother cautioned me, not pressuring me to divulge what was troubling me.
I admired that about her. She always allowed me the space to approach her and share my worries instead of demanding I spill them out.
“Okay,” I nodded, joining her in washing the dishes.
I didn’t know if I could bring myself to return to school. After Balinda had bullied me in front of the entire school, I just couldn’t bear the thought of facing her again. The idea of seeing her roam around as if she hadn’t made me cry filled me with rage.
Just as I was in the kitchen helping my mother with the dishes, my phone started ringing. I glanced at the screen and frowned–it was an unknown caller ID.
“Answer the call, maybe it’s from your school,” my mom suggested, motioning towards my phone. I grabbed it, drying my hands on my apron, and sighed before answering.
“Hey, it’s Ronnie here. I’m outside your building,” he said. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. Why on earth was Ronnie Adler outside my building?