Sharing Beatrice novel by Alexis Dee novel Chapter 50

Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

Chapter 50 – Caged In My Room

I cursed at myself for not having cool lingerie for the night, but the pajamas will work. I never imagined myself to be so comfortable with this new me.

I brushed my fingers through my hair and then walked out of the room to meet him again. The instant I set foot outside, I saw my mom staring at me in confusion.

“Why are you so stiff?” She asked, and I relaxed my body. I was trying to look a little s*e*xy when coming out of the bathroom, but sadly, it was my mom.

I didn’t mind, but maybe I did. My body was ready for something more than just a peaceful night.

“Ahh!” Mom yawned. “Come on. Get in bed, it’s late. I am so tired,” she complained when crawling into the bed and taking up most of the space. I sighed secretly, looking all sad when getting into bed with her.

I wondered if Maddox was waiting for me to message him. As I rested my head on the pillow, I kept thinking about how I could ask my mom to leave the room.

“Mom!” I yelled, pinching my skin nervously. I wouldn’t dare make it clear that I want her gone.

“Hm? What do you want?” she voiced, facing away from me.

“I — was thinking, what if Lord Vasquez gets upset with you sleeping in my room every night? I mean, he is so addicted to you that he will think I am stealing you from him.” I shut my mouth instantly once I was done talking.

“We did everything we could. We are tired enough to only sleep now,” she said in a very tired tone. I cringed at myself and my fate.

I sneakily pulled my phone out to let Maddox know he could not come tonight. This was the best I could do to ask my mom to leave, and if she didn’t leave for that reason, she was not going to leave at all.

Me: Mom is sleeping in my room tonight.

I hit the send button and rested the phone on my chest. He would just ignore me or say okay. It is not like he was desperate for me. I felt like I was taking those words way too seriously. He probably felt like he needed to give back to me by taking care of me tonight.

By taking care, he probably meant to make sure I didn’t feel unsafe. I was busy thinking about all that, and when I finally lifted my phone again, I was surprised to see his text.

Maddox: Is she asleep?

I frowned. Why would he want to know?

Me: Sleepy! Not sleeping yet.

Maddox: message me when she is in a deep sleep.

I grimaced, reading and rereading his text, again and again, to understand why I needed to text him.