SEX WITH THE VIRGIN MAID novel Chapter 61

Bryce watched Hera pray that morning as different thoughts wandered through his mind. Usually he would say the occasional 'amen' like he usually does every morning but now, it's like he wasn't even interested. She was going on a godamn date with that man. He doesn't care if he's a good person but the fact remains that whoever she was going out with, was not him and that's a problem.

The way she had casually said it didn't sit well with him. He knows that she's not used to the workings of this world and that's another problem. A date to her might sound more like a friendly outing, a trip to church or something like that. What if the idiot is planning something? And why has he been thinking about this shit since last night? Why does he feel the increasing urge to murder someone? What is the meaning of these emotions?

"Good morning Bryce." Hera jolted him out of his thoughts. "Did you sleep well?"

No, he didn't. He did everything but sleep well last night. He had crawled to her side of the room like his routine even before she started her morning devotions but he didn't tell her that otherwise, she'd start with the million and one questions which he might not be able to answer.

"Are you still going out today?" He asked the particular question that has been lingering in his mind up until now. "With Ben, I mean." Godammit! Even his name on his tongue doesn't feel right.

"Yes Bryce. We already talked about it last night and you said I could go." Came her earnest reply. He would give anything to have her cancel or take back his words but it seems like her mind was already made up and plus, he didn't want to make her unhappy.

"When will you be back home?" He asked instead.

She pondered on the question. "I don't know but it would take a while. You might get back home from work before me."

"Alright then." He stood up from his bed and took steady strides towards the door that separated both their rooms but stopped halfway as though he had almost forgotten something crucial.

"Be careful Cara. And should in case anything happens or you feel uncomfortable at any point during the date, then call me right away, okay?" He imposed and with a smile on her face, she nodded at his request.

Bryce had always thought that he was immune to all kinds of pain but the pain of watching Hera leave with Ben that morning was different. It felt unusual. He felt angry and the worst part of everything was that he couldn't show it. He didn't like it one bit. He didn't like the fact that she smiled at him when he opened up the car door for her. He also didn't like that she had hugged him. He watched their silent banter in pretext that everything was fine but deep down, he wanted to burn himself and drown in the sea of jealousy.

They drove out after she bid him goodbye and for a while, he remained frozen at the spot, contemplating if he should leave or follow them closely. Hera wouldn't like it if she found out that she was being followed so he dropped the idea. Since when did he become a stalker anyway?

"Are you okay sir?" Mariam asked from behind him. She had been watching the whole scenario for a while and she was starting to get worried because for some reason, her boss had taken the form of a statue.

"It's nothing Mariam. I'll be going now." He answered politely before making his way to his car. He got in and drove out almost immediately leaving the poor woman speechless and at a loss for words.

Bryce was reluctant to leave for work but he didn't have that much of a choice. At least Hera had promised to give him a call should in case things gets ugly. He would hold onto that. And if things spiral out of control then he knows where to find the bastard and for his sake, he certainly hopes that things doesn't because he won't take it sitting down.

He arrived at work shortly after and all through the day, he was in a foul mood. He couldn't concentrate and had even opted to call Max but decided against them. The idiot would only use his current predicament against him and he won't hear he end of it for as long as he lived.

The day kept on dragging and he was literally counting the hours before he knocks out from work and go home. To make it worse, Hera hasn't called him yet. He had been checking his phone at intervals like someone who was almost on the verge of going crazy waiting for an important call for a major business deal.

"Sir?" Doris called for the umpteenth time that afternoon. She had noticed that her boss wasn't his usual self and had been zoning out all through the day. It had something to do with that woman because she noticed how upset he looked whenever he checked his phone and saw nothing.