Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 3
Chapter 591 – Caught By His Mother (Beatrice)
His gentle l*ips pressed against mine as I managed to grasp onto his bottom lip, savoring it like it held all I ever d*esired. He wrapped both arms around me, lifting me up and settling us on the counter.
Somewhere along the way, I unconsciously parted my l*egs, allowing him to position himself between them without breaking our passionate k*iss. His l*ips moved with such intensity that breathing became an afterthought.
I could feel the pressure of his groin against mine, even through our clothes. A soft m*oan escaped my l*ips as he broke the k*iss and trailed k*isses along my cheek to my earlobe.
My arms held him t*ightly as he caressed my b*reasts, his l*ips now on my earlobe. A shiver ran down my spine as he fervently k*issed and s*ucked on the skin of my neck, trailing down to my cleavage.
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His hands moved with urgency, deftly removing the straps of my dress and bra. K*issing my shoulder with tenderness, he showed his affection.
Lost in the moment, I almost didn’t notice her standing in the doorway, glaring at us with disapproval.
From the disapproving look she shot my way, it was clear she wasn’t a fan of the scene before her. Zane noticed my reaction to his intimacy and frowned, following my gaze to see his mother standing behind him.
His body tensed, but instead of distancing himself from me, he stepped forward, positioning himself as a shield between me and his mother. “Mom, what are you doing standing there?” he asked respectfully, though the word ‘mom’ made me bite my t*ongue.
“Your family’s been waiting for you,” her voice sent a shiver down my spine, forcing me to close my eyes briefly to compose myself. But a nagging feeling tugged at me; I felt like I’d seen her before, but where?
Though I’d never met the mayor’s wife or Zane’s mother, her presence felt strangely familiar. “Okay, I’ll be there in a minute,” Zane responded, still standing protectively in front of me, blocking his mother’s view.
His broad frame made it difficult for her to peer around him, and he seemed intent on keeping it that way. “Sure, just you. It’s a family gathering with Ronnie and some other important people,” she emphasized, making it clear that I wasn’t welcome.
Zane fell momentarily silent, as if weighing his options, until he spoke up again. “Sure, my friend will be there too,” he said, reaching back to hold my hand, prompting me to adjust my dress discreetly.
“Zane, I said only you! Your little friend can stay in the hall with the other guests and feast there,” her tone grew hostile, sending a wave of unwelcome tension through the air. I took a deep breath and tapped my f*ingers on Zane’s shoulders to get his attention.
“Zane!” Finally, he turned to me. “I’ll be fine. I have to go home anyway. My mom didn’t allow me to stay out for too long,” I conveyed the message, observing his mother folding her arms t*ightly over her c*hest, her glare fixed on us.
I just wanted to leave; it was clear his mother didn’t approve of me. “But you haven’t eaten anything,” Zane said, despite his mother’s disapproving looks, leaning forward with his hands on the counter, his intense gaze locked on my face beneath his enticing brows.
It was surreal to have such a comfortable conversation with the guy who had once tossed me in the trashcan and bullied me relentlessly. “I’ll be fine. Please, just go join your family,” I insisted, and he closed his eyes with a grunt of complaint.
“Fine. But I’m making sure you get home safely,” he declared, turning back to his mother. “I’ll come back after dropping her home. It will only take 5 minutes,” he assured, causing his mother’s eyes to widen in shock. Without waiting for her response, he took my hand and carefully helped me down from the counter, leading me past his mother.
In fact, he switched sides, ensuring I didn’t walk on the same path as his mother as we left the mansion. Once outside, I let go of his hand and hurried across the road while he remained rooted to his spot, watching me.
With the fresh air filling my lungs, I began to process what had transpired inside the mansion. How had I become so comfortable with Zane of all people? Even when I made it home and glanced out the window, I spotted him standing across the road. As soon as our eyes met, he nodded and disappeared back into his mansion.
I changed into my pajamas and crawled into bed, but sleep eluded me as my mind raced with thoughts. I needed to inform Ronnie that I had left for home already. However, as I checked my phone, I was bombarded with messages from numerous people, causing me to raise my eyebrows at the screen. It felt like I had stepped into a whole new dimension with so many hot guys checking on me.
Helel messaged me, asking where I went. Ronnie was wondering about my whereabouts too. Zane wished me a good night’s sleep, and then there was one guy whose message made me grunt in annoyance.
Helel: Bea! Where are you? I heard you left, why?
Ronnie: You left?
I had to respond to him to let him know I was gone.
Me: I had to return home because mom was worried. You enjoy your stay, we will talk tomorrow.
I sighed and then checked Zane’s message.
Zane: Worry not about anything and rest. Goodnight!
I smiled, blushing as I recalled my dance with Helel and makeout with Zane. And soon I felt like a bad person for juggling so many guys at the same time.
So many guys!
That was not my plan and that had never happened to me before. Maybe it was my eighteenth birthday glow? Or whatever it was. My eyes narrowed at the screen for the text from Maddox.
Maddox: Why did you leave?