Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 3
Chapter 588 – Dancing With The Homy Helel (Beatrice)
“Oh! Ballinda has arrived with Maddox,” I exclaimed in surprise as I watched Ballinda enter in a stunning golden dress with Maddox by her side. I had no idea he was bringing her.
I suspected they had met at the shopping hall and were already attending events together. I wondered if the brothers coordinated their black suits.
Maddox gave me a glance before joining Ballinda on the dance floor. “Ahem!” Ronnie interrupted my thoughts, noticing my eyes following the brothers. “I thought you didn’t like that dress,” he remarked, indicating that he recognized the dress and knew I couldn’t afford it.
“I wasn’t completely honest,” I tried to downplay the situation.
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“You thought I sent you that dress?” he continued, making me gulp nervously.
“I didn’t. So who did?” he pressed on. I hesitated to answer because I was afraid he would judge me. I had claimed not to accept gifts from him, so wearing a dress gifted by Maddox might make him question my intentions and the games I might be playing.
“Beatrice, you don’t need to hide anything from me. I am an understanding person,” Ronnie reassured me, urging me to tell the truth. With a heavy breath, I confessed, “Maddox sent it as an apology and an invitation to the party.”
“Let’s get a drink.” I felt his grip on my hand loosen before he cleared his throat and suggested we get a drink. We moved away from the dance floor to the counter, where we were now alone.
“Are you upset with me for accepting his gift?” I asked, noticing his change in mood since learning about Maddox’s gesture.
“No, it’s your choice. I’m just concerned,” he replied, downing vodka shots. “Concerned?” I frowned in confusion.
“It’s Maddox, Beatrice. He came here with Ballinda, the one who was with him at the mall when bullying you. I don’t think it was a wise decision to–” he was interrupted by Helel patting him on the back and informing him that his parents wanted to meet him.
“Dad wants to speak to you.” “Oh okay. Why don’t you come with me?” Ronnie inquired but I didn’t feel like going and sitting between adults.
“Um! Dad wants to discuss the town’s business with you since your father couldn’t make it,” Helel quickly intervened. I understood he didn’t want me to interrupt Ronnie and his father’s conversation.
“Oh!” I noticed the agitation in Ronnie’s body, probably upset because he had promised to stay on my side and shield me from any mishap or bullying. But honestly I felt fine here. Which is why I felt like reassuring him that I wasn’t really bothered about being left behind on my own in the mansion. It is not like anyone would bully me in this big party.
“It’s okay, I’ll be fine here,” I reassured Ronnie, declining to join the elite parents’ discussion.
Once Ronnie left, Helel approached me again. “Dance?” he offered his hand, and I hesitated.
I couldn’t understand why we kept crossing paths or why he insisted on interacting with me, but it felt like a weird situation.
Despite my reservations, I placed my hand in his, noticing his cold palms and strong f*ingers. As we returned to the dance floor, I gasped as Helel pulled me close to his c*hest.
His firm grip and proximity made me shyly bite my lip. He placed my hands on his c*hest and enveloped me in a t*ight embrace, leaving no space between us.
“I don’t know what it is about you, but all I can think of is taking you to my room,” he whispered in my ear, causing my breath to quicken.
Being at his parents’ party, surrounded by numerous people, and having his face close to my ear spoke volumes about his confidence. It seemed like nothing bothered him; nothing could make him shy away from behaving the way he wanted to.
“I think people are watching us,” I murmured, clearing my throat. The parents and elders were all gathered in the dining room, and he was taking full advantage of it.
“That’s why I think we should head to my bedroom,” he suggested, and my heart skipped a beat.
“It’s amusing how you respond to my flirting so eagerly,” he chuckled in my ear after confirming that his hands behind my back could feel my heartbeat more clearly.
“Why are you talking to me like this?” I gulped, attempting to initiate a conversation, but only managing broken utterances as he rubbed my back with his firm hands.
“That’s just me, Beatrice. I don’t hold back my d*esires. I feel drawn to you, and I’m saying it straight to your face. I don’t want to beat around the bush,” he declared, finally pulling back from my neck so he could look me in the eye.
“But why?” I uttered in bewilderment.
“A few days ago, you were quite rude to me,” I mumbled.
“That’s because I was attracted to you. Have you seen yourself? You’re like a walking s*ex goddess, and yet you wonder why someone finds you irresistible,” his straightforwardness was too much for my fragile heart. I suspected he enjoyed getting a reaction out of me every time he flirted with me.
“Beatrice! After this party, I want you in my bedroom,” he demanded, his l*ips devoid of a smirk. Yet, I couldn’t even twitch a muscle; I simply kept gazing at his face until my head lifted, and my eyes wandered to the second floor. There, I spotted Zane hunched over the railing, fixated on none other than me and Helel.
His stare was so intense that I couldn’t tear my gaze away until Helel caught on, and his eyes followed mine. But before he could spot Zane, Akin’s arrival interrupted us.
“Dude, Dad’s waiting for you,” he said, patting Helel’s back, his words aimed at him but his gaze fixed on me. What on earth was up with these brothers? Why were they oblivious to their own allure, staring at me like that?
It was starting to feel eerie!