Sharing Beatrice A Luna to her Stepbrothers

Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee
Chapter 52 – Hard To s*tri*p?
“Beatrice! Why aren’t you eating your breakfast?” Mom growled, pushing the plate near me once again. My energy went down
after I heard about Maddox’s departure. It opened doors for many questions and fears of mine. What if he didn’t like doing
anything with me? But that can’t be it, or else he would not have asked me to come to meet him in the living room. What about
him wanting to f*uc*k me? Could it be that he got upset because I didn’t let him do it after getting pleasure from him twice? But
that can’t be it, because my mother did arrive when I said I could feel her nearby.
We were lucky that I stopped him, or else I wouldn’t be sitting here, getting f*orc*ed to eat.
“Zane! You have a Halloween party at school?” Lord Vasquez’s mention of him made me lift my face and watch Zane enter the
room to feast with us. He was wearing a white shirt and looking devilishly handsome.
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“Yeah! Because the majority of the students had been traumatized by the earthquake, the school decided to throw a Halloween
party for us in the open air.” Zane answered, picking up a piece of toast and buttering it nicely.
“Is it tonight?” Vasquez asked, and he nodded, filling himself with a glass of juice and taking a huge sip out of it. He hadn’t
spared me a glance so far.
“Why don’t you take Beatrice with you?” As soon as Vasquez suggested that, Zane spat out the drink and coughed.
“What?” he asked his father through coughs.
“Calm down. Why are you rushing? It is not like it is going to run away from you,” Vasquez probably didn’t get why his son
reacted so aggressively.
“Dad! I cannot take her with me.” He continued to complain, watching Mrs. Brown clean the table and give him a napkin to clean
his white shirt.
“Why not? Your brother took her to his personal party. This is the school’s one. You are only giving her a ride,” Vasquez argued
with Zane, who finally looked my way and then stared at his father.
“Brother took her to his friend’s Halloween party?” Zane asked, and when his father nodded at him, he whispered, “Interesting!”

“So, take her with you,” Vasquez ordered, and she didn’t object this time. I wasn’t feeling like eating anything anyway, so I
excused myself and walked out of the mansion to roam around the gardens for fresh air.
“He should have at least messaged me or let me know why he was leaving,” I was talking to myself while holding my phone in
my hands and brainstorming any reason I could find to help myself not feel dumped.
“Maybe I should text him,” I decided, typing a quick text for him.
Me: Hey. I heard from my mom that you left. Is everything okay?
I was biting my nails when I stared at the screen. He didn’t read my message, so I a*s*sumed he was away.
“Texting who?” I heard Zane call from beside me. He was hunching over the white statue in the garden.
“The school has a party?” I asked, deliberately averting his attention.
“Yes! Do you have a costume?” he asked, and I bobbed my head at him. He was watching me with his beautiful, intense eyes.
“Maddox took you out?” I knew he would ask me that. There was a little smirk on his lips as if he was already thinking something
crazy had happened.
“Yeah,” I faintly nodded, making it seem less important.
“And you guys caught the bad guys,” he asked again, itching the corner of his eye but sounding hella sketchy.
“He did,” I corrected him, trying to avoid talking about last night.
“What else?” he asked, and my body got covered in goosebumps.
“Nothing. Then we returned home.” I had to look away from him when answering him because his eyes seemed to inspect me.
“So, what costume are you wearing tonight for the party?” His questions were pretty normal-sounding, but the way he would
raise his brow every time he finished asking me something got to me.
He was definitely not believing me when I said nothing else happened.
“A corpse bride costume,” I answered agitatedly, “Flynn will be there?” I asked him before he could ask me any more questions.

“I don’t know. If you are this desperate to know, I can text him and get an answer for you.” He said it in such a way that I got the
impression he didn’t want me talking about Flynn.
“He is your friend; how do you not know?” I asked instead of shutting up. I wasn’t interested in knowing whether Flynn was
coming or not. I just wanted to get him off track and focus on something else.
“Hm! Beatrice!” Zane said my name in a husky voice, “Are you hiding something from me?” He smiled almost so innocently that
one could not predict if he was being sarcastic or if he genuinely thought I was being secretive.
“No! What would I hide from you?” I answered him, letting out a nervous laugh and stealing his eyes.
“Exactly. We are mates. You are not supposed to hide anything from me,” he said, and when I watched his face, he gave me a
shrug.
“So you don’t think I am your stepsister?” I asked out of curiosity.
“No! My dad is never marrying your mom. Besides, I am sure we are mates again and that we brothers cannot reject you,” he
stated confidently.
“I will still like to confirm,” I argued.
“Hm! So! The corpse bride costume, huh?” He walked over from behind the statue to stand in front of me. He was so tall that I
had to lift my face pretty high in order to look him in the eye.
“Yeah,” I answered.
“Is it hard to take it off?” He tilted his head, his eyes watching my face like a hungry beast and then traveling down to the valley
of my b*rea*sts. I was wearing a white top. The cleavage wasn’t strong, but it was too tight on my b*oo*bs, giving out the
impression of my b*rea*sts.
“I think my mom is looking for me.” His question made me feel a little weird, so I excused myself and ran inside the mansion
again.