Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 3
Chapter 592 – The Mayor’s Son In My Bedroom. (Beatrice)
I didn’t talk to anyone and went straight to resting. I woke up to my mother shaking me by my arm and whispering something under her breath.
“Mom! What are you doing waking me up at-” I checked the clock on the wall with one eye closed and frowned, “7 am in the morning. Today is my day off!” I groaned tiredly. But she kept shaking my arm persistently.
“You have someone waiting for you in the living room,” she mumbled. Her voice was so low that I could barely make out her words. And being sleepy didn’t help at all. I heard her and closed my eyes again, trying to roll over and cover my head with the blanket when my mother protested and stopped me.
“Bea! You have the mayor’s son-,” my mom’s words were cut off, and she didn’t shake me again. I barely opened my eyes as I began to recall what she was trying to tell me.
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“Maddox, why did you bother coming upstairs? I was waking her up,” my mother’s voice carried a hint of hesitation as she welcomed the devil named Maddox into my freaking bedroom. I jolted myself awake and sat up with the blanket pulled up to my c*hest, my eyes still blurry from sleep.
I had to quickly blink multiple times before I saw him enter my room with a bouquet of flowers in his hands.
“It’s alright. She’s my friend, so I guess I can come up here. Oh, and by the way, this is for you,” he handed the bouquet to my mother, who accepted it with a bright smile across her l*ips.
“Bea! Take care of your guests; I’ll go make some snacks for you two,” my mom said sweetly.
“Mom!” I grunted, but it was too late. My mother had happily hugged the bouquet and left the room to let the devil stay with me. He was wearing a black leather jacket that made his eyes stand out even more. His smile was bright, as if he were the saintliest person ever. But I couldn’t be fooled. I knew his truth. He was the guy who made me accept his gift only to be accused of stealing the dress and face humiliation. If it weren’t for Zane last night, I would have been kicked out so brutally and insulted in front of the town folks who were present at the party.
“Good morning,” he uttered, getting my attention.
“Huh! Why are you here?” I yelled as I crawled to the end of my bed and briskly made my way into the bathroom.
“To see you,” he replied awkwardly.
I didn’t close the door but bent over the sink to wash my face.
“Oh yeah, you want to see how my humiliation went last night because of you?” I grunted at him as I continued to rub my hands aggressively over my face, causing the soap to form bubbles.
“I actually came to talk about that only,” he didn’t even leave a hope for me to expect him to say it was a whole big misunderstanding.
“Oh! So it’s one of those times when you act sorry, give me a gift, and then accuse me of stealing it– wait a minute, that bouquet,” my heart sank in my c*hest, and I quickly began to splash water on my face to be able to open my eyes again.
“No! No! I bought it and brought the receipt,” Maddox quickly stepped in my way as he watched me trying to leave the bathroom to go see my mom. I didn’t want her to get accused and arrested for stealing a bouquet.
I glanced at the receipt and stepped away from him, walking back to my sink again. My bathroom was small, and so was my bedroom. And this giant barely fit in it. I wondered if all four of the mayor’s sons could even fit together in my bedroom.
I quickly shook my head and grabbed the toothbrush to get that thought out of my head. I didn’t even know why I was thinking about fitting them in my bedroom. Even if the three of them spoke to me and did come to see me, the fourth one was minding his business most of the time and even avoiding me.
I had to shake my head again because why the heck was I even thinking about it? Why would I want the attention of all four of them?
“So what are you here for?” I asked in annoyance.
“I’m here to apologize,” he uttered, but I intervened because that was all I wanted to hear to lash out at him.
“To humiliate me? Or are you just sorry because your plan failed?” I was done brushing my teeth now. At least now it was easy to argue with him. I hate waking up and speaking to someone with dirty teeth.
He watched me grab a towel and waited, as if he knew I would add something else.
“Apology not accepted,” so I did. I finished talking and watched him shake his head before putting his hand in his pocket and pulling out a bill.
“I paid for that dress, Beatrice!” Hearing him say my name with such intensity was something I never expected to feel. He showed me the bill, and a frown creased my forehead.
“I know we have argued many times, but there’s no way I would pull that off to anyone. That was beyond disgusting. I’m not sure why that owner lied, but I had him arrested from his home first thing in the morning,” he hissed as he crumbled the bill but threw it on my bed.
“If it wasn’t you, who could it have been? Why would an owner of such a big shop lie?” I placed my hands on my waist and wondered, watching him grunt angrily.
“The one who wanted to become a hero before you so bad,” he muttered, his eyes showing how much rage he had in them as he mentioned his brother. His own twin.