Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 3
Chapter 583 – T*ouched By A Handsome Man (Beatrice)
“Is your back alright?” Akin inquired as Helel effortlessly carried me to his mansion instead of my own building.
I didn’t have a chance to ask him why, as his scent was overwhelming me.
Once inside the mansion, he led me to a room on the second floor. His room.
He settled me on the plush bed and stood up, joining Akin to observe me as if I were a broken object they were contemplating how to mend.
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“Why have we come here?” I managed to ask after clearing my throat.
Helel and Akin exchanged a glance before turning to me with furrowed brows.
“I’m not sure,” Helel uttered in confusion, his body language indicating his own bewilderment.
“I’ll go fetch the maid to bring you something to eat,” Akin reassured his brother before leaving.
Now it was just the two of us, and I couldn’t help but feel bashful around Helel.
“So, what was all that about?” he inquired, arms folded over his c*hest and l*egs spread as he stood before me.
“That’s the landlord of our apartment. I’m sure you already know. Ahem! I returned home to find my mother in tears. It was tough for me because she had been working so hard to comply with his unreasonable and unfair demands. Yet, he still wanted us out. So I told him we wouldn’t leave the apartment since we had already paid the rent in advance, which he wouldn’t even refund,” it was as if I had been waiting for someone to ask me these questions. I spoke as if this was my only opportunity to pour out my heart to someone.
“Don’t worry about that jerk. He won’t evict you,” Helel’s voice held a strange comfort as he spoke.
Something I hadn’t heard from him before.
I lowered my gaze and hugged myself, still feeling repulsed by the fact that man had t*ouched me inappropriately.
“Is there anything else?” he inquired.
“He—t*ouched me inappropriately,” I closed my eyes as I remembered.
“He groped me—and then hurt me,” I finished as tears welled up in my eyes.
“That jerk!” Helel cursed and threw a punch in the air.
“I’m going to chop off his arms and shove them up his a*ss,” his anger startled me.
I understand anyone would feel disgusted if a perverted man is going around committing these kinds of crimes, but there was more to his body language.
“It’s okay. He got his punishment anyway,” I sniffled and tried to get up, but the pain in my back made me yelp and sit back down immediately.
You shouldn’t move,” Helel quickly sat down in front of me and took hold of my arm, helping me settle comfortably.
“But I need to go home. I want to check on my mom. She must be worried about me,” I murmured softly, feeling miserable.
“I’ll inform her that you’re safe,” he said, starting to rise, but I grabbed his hand to stop him from leaving.
“No! She can be a bit overprotective at times. I don’t think she’d be okay with the idea of me being in your–bedroom,” I averted my gaze as his eyes lingered on my face for too long.
“You know!” he sounded so sure as he spoke, “parents seem to like me. There’s just something about me that makes them comfortable with their daughters staying in my room.”
My cheeks flushed, but I quickly regained my composure by teasing, “and you definitely do more than just talk to their daughters in your bedroom.”
It was meant as a joke to lighten the mood, but I regretted it when I noticed the slight smirk on his face.
“Not just anyone, but if you’re expecting it– I wouldn’t mind,” he casually slipped his hands into his pockets, leaving me stunned by his remark.
“l-no! I was just-” he noticed my struggle and started laughing.
“Your mother will be fine.”
He walked over to the drawer and picked up a bottle of oil, bringing it towards me. Instead of handing it to me, he gestured for me to turn around.
“Oh no! Thank you. I’ll do it myself or ask my mother to help me,” I laughed awkwardly, but he didn’t even crack a smile.
“Beatrice! Turn around and take off your top,” that jerk.
The way he said it made me close my eyes and hug myself in front of him.
“You’re acting as if I’m going to f*uck you if you turn around,” he shrugged, and I shot him a glare as my eyes opened.
“Stop saying such things. You idiot!”
“Fine! Turn around,” he gestured again, giving me an exasperated look.
I couldn’t understand why he was so insistent on taking care of me. Last time I checked, we couldn’t stand each other.
I scanned his body and gulped. I had never been t*ouched by anyone so good-looking before in my life. Despite wanting to refuse his help, something inside me urged me to agree.
So, I followed my instincts and turned around slowly.
“Lie down,” he instructed, and i obliged, gently biting my bottom lip. Fortunately, he couldn’t see my face anymore.
I carefully removed my top and positioned myself on the bed, lying face down.
After a few moments of silence, he switched off the light, leaving the lamp to illuminate the room.
I was grateful for his gesture, but my gratitude turned to regret as soon as I felt his hand on my back.
“Ouch!” I exclaimed, causing a sharp pain in my back. I must have sounded crazy, but he didn’t react. I settled back into the bed, and his hand continued to move up and down until it encountered an obstacle.
Before I could say anything, I heard a loud click, and my bra opened.
“Heck!” I muttered under my breath. His hands were strong, applying pressure as he massaged my back. It started to feel good. My body had been tense for a while, so his massage helped relax my aching muscles.
Everything was going well until he began to move his hands towards a sensitive area.
I became alert and frowned, realizing he was slowly approaching my side. With each movement, he inched closer until his hands slipped between my b*reasts and the mattress.