Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee novel Chapter 243

233-Sharing Too Much.

"You didn’t think about my offer?" Pamela asked me as we made our way on the road to the café. 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.

My mother had reassured 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. Nov/ 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 café, 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 ass.

"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.

"Maura! You know you can share your worries with me, right?" I gently held her hand to comfort her. From everything she had told me about herself and her childhood, I couldn't help but feel bad for her.

Just like the rest of US broken souls, she had been through a lot.