Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 3
Chapter 598 – Seducing The Tough Guy (Beatrice)
“Hey, I can’t get any signal on my phone,” I grumbled while raising my arm in an attempt to make a call.
Glancing over at him, I found him stretched out with his arms folded beneath his head, gazing at the clouds. “I get that you work hard every day, but today of all days to take a break?” I muttered, stomping my foot as I watched him ignore me.
“Are you embarrassed? Is that why you’re avoiding me?” I questioned, hands on my h*ips.
I wasn’t sure if he was embarrassed, but I hoped he was. It was amusing to tease him after the days they’d made my life miserable.
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“What would I have to be embarrassed about?” he asked, tilting his head and briefly tearing his gaze from the sky to look at me.
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe that cringy line you dropped back at the cafe, calling me your ‘fated mate’ or something,” I observed, noticing his body tense and jaw clench.
Ah, now I understood. If I wanted to get under his skin, all I had to do was remind him of that silly phrase.
“Come on, cut it out. I said it to–save you,” he tried to come up with an excuse, but failing miserably, he scoffed and unfolded his arms from beneath his head.
“If we’re talking about embarrassment, maybe you should reconsider pointing f*ingers at me and worry about yourself,” he remarked, not even attempting to get out of this situation.
Our phones were useless, and our bodies were injured, so we couldn’t make it much farther or climb the slope we had reached in the car.
But he didn’t seem the least bit concerned. It was like he was on vacation.
“Why would I be embarrassed?” I walked closer, standing over his head with my hands on my h*ips and my head lowered to glare at him.
“Because I’m going to get really comfortable here, and I’m guessing that’ll make you blush a little,” this man was so huge, and mimicking my tone at the end was just odd. But then, the moment he placed his hands on his shirt to unbutton it, c*ocking his head with a smirk on his l*ips.
“What are you doing? It’s cold here,” I quickly turned away and complained. I’m sure he thought he’d won, but how could I not look away?
“I’m trying to check where I got the injuries,” there was a playfulness in his voice that I hadn’t expected from him.
“Then do it secretly. Not while making eye contact with me,” I hissed and stepped away, trying not to peek.
“Ugh!” the little groan from him was so seductive that the hair on the back of my neck rose, and I gulped.
“Ahh!” he m*oaned again, making me frown into space.
“Can you stop?” I yelled.
“What? I’m hurt,” he said, and my head instantly turned to him in concern. The way he said it, I thought he had been stabbed by something, but oh, I was wrong.
He had unbuttoned his shirt and left it open, revealing his abs with a very prominent V running down his pants.
“Where–” I began, attempting to sound calm. It wasn’t unusual for men to take off their shirts, so I didn’t want to sound thirsty.
“Here!” he said, placing his hand in the V and sliding it down until he had slipped it inside his pants, leaving me in a state of shock.
I watched him run his hand even deeper before I tore my eyes away from him and grunted in annoyance.
“You’re so dirty for this,” I hissed.
“Huh! Who’s embarrassed now?” he shrugged, pulling his hand out and resting his head again.
“You should really button up your shirt before your abs become a bug’s meal,” I tried to be savage but ended up getting a chuckle from him.
“My abs!” he exclaimed.
I watched him smile, but there was a naughtiness in his eyes that I had to look away from. It was a dangerous situation we were in.
He was acting completely different from how he had been behaving around people and me. This was a new him, a side he had kept from everyone, I believe.
“Can we now look for a way to go back home?” I inquired tiredly, slowly kneeling down to sit and rest.
“I’m not helping you. My body is extremely tired because of the pain I felt earlier. So unless I feel fine, I ain’t moving,” he clicked his t*ongue, earning a frown from me.
“You don’t usually talk or stay around people,” I finally addressed the change in him.
“Or maybe you read me wrong. Which, I didn’t know you were writing a book about me and how I live,” he continued to tease, and I rolled my eyes at him until I recalled why he had followed me into the back kitchen in the first place.
“By the way, why is your mom so angry?” I questioned, and the smirk disappeared from his l*ips.
It was indeed a serious issue then.
“She saw you in the kitchen with-Zane,” he lifted his body and started buttoning up his shirt, “are you two–”
He paused, giving me a chance to fill in the silence with my truth.
“No! We’re not dating. It was just a heat-of-the- moment kind of thing. I got in trouble, and he saved me, so that kind of happened,” I said without much fear.
It was different, the change in me.
“Hmm! So, I saved you tonight. Does that mean I also get something?” the naughtiness was back after I denied dating his brother.
I gave him an eye roll, and he shook his head disapprovingly, “Because all I got was just a hug.”
As he shrugged, I noticed he was looking for a reaction from me. He was enjoying teasing me.
“Actually, I can offer you a lot more if you allow,” the moment I rose from my spot, his smile vanished.
The fun was just beginning, and I was going to enjoy teasing him.