Sharing Beatrice novel by Alexis Dee novel Chapter 233

Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 2

Chapter 233 – Sharing Too Much.

“You didn’t think about my offer?” Pamela asked me as we made our way on the road to the cafe. It’s been a few days since that conversation, and she hasn’t stopped hinting about how serious she is when talking about her son to me.

Today was the day when she finally asked me upfront.

“I am not doing that; I said without sugarcoating it. I noticed her bothersome cough, but she didn’t say much about it.

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My mother had rea*s*sured me she would find something that would help us, but then later she told me there was nothing in his bags. I found it a little odd because if he had his sidechick’s picture right on top of everything, I wonder what he was hiding underneath it.

“I will be leaving an hour before the closing time today,” I said, feeling my muscles ache. Ever since we left the mansion, I have been taking my pills regularly. And the time has arrived when I noticed I was going to run out of pills very soon. I tried my level best to remain calm, but it seems like it won’t be long before I will have to beg my mother to get us those pills.

“No!” Pamela didn’t even ask me why and abruptly shut down my request, saying, “I am done doing favors for you.” She muttered as she hastened to make sure we were not walking together. I have never seen someone this petty. Now that I have told her in clear words that I don’t want to give pleasure to her son, she has planned to make my life miserable and make things difficult for me. She was the first one to enter the cafe, and by the time I slowly made my way into the kitchen, Pamela had already left to attend to the customers.

I was busy thinking about Pamela and the insensitivity of her thoughts about asking a girl to sell her body to someone she doesn’t even like the sight of when I almost tripped on something in the kitchen.

“Ouch!’ I complained, turning around to see Maura looking at me with guilt-filled eyes. She looked sad and devastated.

“I am sorry; I didn’t plan to do that, she expressed, sitting on the floor and pulling her leg back that had accidentally tripped me.

“It is okay. But why are you sitting on the cold floor?” I inquired, sitting beside her. “Oh, wow! It is cold,” I commented, feeling chills run up my a*s*s.

“I just don’t know what to do,” she expressed sadly. I knew she had been very down in the previous few weeks, so her outburst was expected.