SEX WITH THE VIRGIN MAID novel Chapter 68

Hera was tight-lipped.

She never expected Martha to ask her this question. She had always known that Martha had a sharp eye but still, what are the odds that she would figure something like this out in just the few hours that they had arrived here?

And how on earth does she answer all these questions without spilling the truth. She wasn't the one who lies and she definitely cannot start now. She wasn't even good at it and Martha would fish out the truth even before she was able to make a complete sentence. Whatever she says would definitely have to bring out the truth somehow. This was her biggest fear in taking this trip back home and now, it's unfolding right in front of her very eyes.

Her hands trembled and she felt cold shivers run up her body at Martha's intense stare. She was scared and every breath she shuddered was enough proof to that claim.

"Do you love him or not?" Martha repeated with the same intensity as before. "Is he just your boss or not?"

"Bryce is—" She stuttered, her mouth not being able to communicate the words that her brain was telling her to. "Well he's my..." She trailed off feeling somewhat frightened and a bit desolate.

"I raised you my child." She started, adjusting herself on her swivel chair as she balanced her hands on the table to support her weight. "I watched you grow into the woman that you have become. I know every little thing there is to know about you because i consider you my own child Hera. Both you and Christina are my children so how on earth did you expect me not to notice when something has changed?"

"I can promise you that nothing has changed sister Martha." She sniffed, her eyes watered involuntarily. The last thing she had ever wanted was for Martha to get upset and disappointed with her and judging from how things were going, it looked like she was.

"Which brings me back to my previous question. What is your relationship with that man?" She eyed her curiously. "I noticed the way he looks at you ever since you arrived and even at dinner, he couldn't stop talking about you. Plus, I noticed how you reacted to every stare he gave you. You could barely keep your eyes off each other and it got me thinking that maybe, just maybe, my little Hera is not so little anymore. Is she?"

Hera didn't know what to say to that. She had been trying to push past these questions but they kept on coming back to her. It was heart wrenching because she couldn't lie to get herself out of this even if she wanted to.

"I love him Sister Martha." She blurted out at last in a forced but thoughtful confession. The tears that she has been struggling to keep at bay spilling freely from her eyes like they were compelled to.

"You're right. Bryce is not just my boss anymore. He is more than that." She continued, hiccupping at every breath she took. This wasn't as easy as she had anticipated. "I tried not to Sister Martha. I knew that it was against everything we stood for but the more i tried to push him away, the more he kept on coming back."

"I don't even know how it happened. At first i couldn't explain these feelings that was growing inside me, tormenting me at every thought i had of him but it was persistent." She rattled on. "I wanted to explain everything to you but i didn't know how you would take it. I'm so s-sorry sister Martha. I know that i have disappointed you and i know that you are angry with me."

"I didn't even know how to face you today because i had been so guilty and i can't help but feel ashamed of myself. Please forgive me. I'm so sorry." She casted her head down to the ground and bawled her eyes out.

She was so lost in her tears that she didn't even realize that Martha had left her seat and rounded the table to where she was seated. Martha reached out to her and wrapped her hands over her in a warm embrace. Hera allowed herself to be nestled her arms. She was too scared to fight her off anyways.

"I-I thought that you were angry with me sister Martha. I thought that you would hate me." She sniveled, bringing up her face to look at her. Her tear stained face gleaming in the not so bright room.

"How can i hate my daughter?" She asked, kissing her hair affectionately. "Yes, I'm angry at you for keeping all these things bottled up inside you without letting me or anyone know about them but that doesn't mean i would hate you Hera. No mother can ever hate their child. I love you my Hera and that will always remain so."

"Come with me." She took her hands and led her to sit down on the sofa that was at the far end of the room so that she was comfortable enough to go through the entire conversation.

"Are you feeling better now?" She asked further and Hera nodded her head vigorously in response.