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 sofortable 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 rxed my body. I was trying to look a little s*e*xy when


    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’ste. I am so tired,” sheined 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 note 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.


    Text property ? N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org.


    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.


    Me: Why? I might fall asleep too.


    Maddox: You better not.


    I felt a tingling sensation at the bottom of my feet. What was he up to? He had never talked to me on


    the phone before, but tonight he was responding as if that was the only thing he was doing.


    Me: Why?


    Maddox: Once she is in a deep sleep, meet me in the living room.


    My heart skipped a beat at his demand. Why would he ask me to join him in the living room?


    Me: What for?


    Maddox: You will see.


    Me: No! tell me.


    I was desperately staring at the screen when my mom yelled.


    “Put your phone down. Who the heck are you even talking to at this time?” She got up and grabbed my


    phone out of my hands to m it on the desk.


    “Sleep now,” she pointed her finger at me, making me afraid of her angry re. I didn’t say anything.


    She probably thought I was ying a game on my phone because that’s what I used to do before. She


    would always yell, at who I am texting but knew I was ying games on my phone.


    I didn’t demand my phone; I never did that. But tonight was different. Now that I had rested my head, I


    couldn’t help but wonder why he wanted me toe to the living room.


    I stayed silent for the next two minutes and then cleared my throat once again. “Mom!” I felt like I was


    going to get scolded by her any minute now.


    “What now? Beatrice! Why aren’t you sleeping?” She almost raised her voice, sounding super annoyed


    with me.


    “I am starving,” I whispered, not lying. I was starving, but for something else.


    “Beatrice!” sheined. “Fine. Go grab something quick and finish eating it in the kitchen. You


    always leave crumbs on the bed. I don’t want to wake up with bugs and ants.” She didn’t turn to me this


    time. I happily rolled out of bed but didn’t leave the room instantly. She was heavily sleepy. I wondered


    if she would be asleep in the next few minutes. Because if not, I will feel like she is going toe after


    me any minute.


    I finally exited the room and took a deep breath. Now that I was standing in the hallway and in front of


    Maddox’s bedroom, I kept questioning myself before I could take another step. Should I knock on his


    door? What if I wake up my mom, or what if he is not even there?


    “What if he isn’t even asking to see me for that purpose?” I pped my head thinking I could just knock


    on the door as if I knew what he wanted from me tonight.


    I decided to go to the kitchen and take a quick nce around the living room. As I walked past the


    living room, I found itpletely dark and empty. Even the fire in the firece had gone out.


    “He isn’t even here.” I rolled my eyes, sighed, and realized I’d been duped. I mean, he told me to


    message him, but because I don’t have my phone with me, I cannot even inform him.


    The moment I turned around to leave, I bumped into none other than Maddox himself.