Sharing Beatrice novel

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 so comfortable 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 relaxed my body. I was trying to look a little s*e*xy when

coming out of the bathroom, but sadly, it was my mom. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

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’s late. I am so tired,” she complained 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 not come 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.

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 slam it on the desk.

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

She probably thought I was playing 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 playing 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 to come 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!” she complained. “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 to come 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 slapped 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 glance around the living room. As I walked past the

living room, I found it completely dark and empty. Even the fire in the fireplace 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.