SEX WITH THE VIRGIN MAID novel Chapter 47

Bryce woke up in the middle of the night to find Hera sleeping next to him in a seated position. At first he wondered who on earth asked her to babysit him for the night. He had done a whole lot of awful things that didn't sit well with her but she still always managed to stay by him and help him out whenever he needed it.

She was just too kind and too innocent for his liking. The fact that she always turned a blind eye to his mistake is another thing that baffled him. Not once had she complained or lashed out on him.

He felt at loss for words. He doesn't deserve this woman or her kindness and that's a fact. She was too good, even for him.

His hands traced the her forehead and and his lips broke out into a smile.

Forcing himself up from the bed, his eyes caught her ruffled dress and the memories of what had happened that night flooded through his head.

Oh no!

He had touched her. He had touched her inappropriately. His head seared and his emotions cut through him like lashing fire. He wasn't supposed to touch her. Damn! He knew just how much he wanted her but then she was off limits, even to him. How on earth did he get drunk to the point of trying to rip her clothes off?

Silence. Ultimate Silence met his question.

Pulling a few feet away from her. He watched her sleep In the silence.

He was just as bad as his father. He tried to take advantage of a helpless and innocent woman but then again, should he blame himself? His father made him who he was. He was just another reincarnated monster like him.

His jaw ticked and his hands clenched and unclenched beside him.

Angry, he pulled out the sheets and rolled out of bed quietly so that he doesn't stir her awake.

He made his way into the bathroom to relieve himself. When he was done, he splashed a handful of water on his face. His wounds stung causing him to hiss in pain.

He had almost forgotten that he had injured himself but he knew that the pain isn't as bad as what Hera was going through.

Staring at the bathroom mirror, he came to a resolution that he was too dangerous for her. He had to keep her at arms length. Her being close would only bring out the animal in him.

What if he does something worse?

No! He cannot risk it. They were better off as strangers than acquaintances because then she wouldn't be close to him anymore.

He was more than certain that she hated him now. Even the man she served up high had given up on him once. There's no way In hell she would forgive him too and even if she did, she had to give up on him as well.

Wiping his face clean with a dry towel, he placed it neatly on the rack and made his way outside the bedroom only to find her already awake and in a seated position.

He didn't know how to feel or react in her presence.

"Go back to sleep Hera." He instructed "It's already late to go back to your apartment anyways."

She didn't say anything. Her eyes were fixed on his arm but she didn't say anything.

"How are you feeling now?"