Bryce avoided the question and kept his eyesight focused on the road in front of him. He'll be damned before ever admitting to the fact that he was jealous.Why would he be jealous anyways? He never gets jealous. He made people get jealous and not the other way around so this particular question was totally uncalled for. "Are you going to answer or keep on avoiding my question like a plague?" Max primped. Bryce darted his eyes at him briefly and resumed driving again."I'm not jealous." He snapped. His Jawline ticked and his brows knitted together. His lips pressed together in a tight frown and he lets out series of exasperated sighs."Good. Then it shouldn't be of any concern to you if Hera gets involved with another man." Max said with an air of finality.Bryce was confused. He didn't understand what Max meant by that particular statement. He was supposed to be his friend but the idiot apparently didn't care about him or his feelings. He was supposed to side with him on this one.
"Maybe I did something wrong" Hera voiced out to Mariam worriedly, she massaged her hands nervously with slightly furrowed brows."And what exactly did you do?" The older woman inquired expectantly. She had been with her ever since they got back from the game. Hera has been in a black mood and she didn't know how to console the little woman. She had wanted to sympathize with her but how could she do that when she doesn't even know what could've caused the problem in the first place.All Hera did was sign occasionally and blame herself ever since she got back. She had refused to disclose what must've happened at the game. Did they fight or was it worse than what she might be thinking?"I won't know how to help you if I don't know what's wrong Hera." Mariam held her hands and squeezed gently "So if it's that big of a problem then you might want to tell me first. What's wrong?""I don't know..." She trailed off, her eyes downcast as she gazed at the floor instead of the woman's face. Sh
Bryce couldn't do it.No matter how hard he tried to, he couldn't kiss her back. Hell no! Whatever exactly is wrong with him? He had always been the one to jump on an opportunity like this one. Natalie was offering herself on a silver platter right in front of him but some some weird reason, he seemed uninterested. This was as far as he could go.He was slowly loosing his mind and he could tell. He was almost at the verge of insanity. This couldn't be him? Something definitely was taking control over him. How is it possible that he couldn't think straight and why couldn't he get it up? Fuck it! He was screwed.Natalie continued with the kiss while his brain kept on firing different questions at him. Compelling him to stop whatever he was doing. Feeling frustrated, he snatched his lips away from hers and took another swig of alcohol. Maybe he wasn't drunk enough. But then again, since when does he need to get drunk to sex a woman? He had never attempted such a feat before and even if
Bryce was in the shower when he heard soft whispering voices. He paused to listen. At first he had thought that it was only a figment of his imagination but when it came again for the second time, he was convinced had to agree to the fact that someone was in his bedroom. Was it Nella?It can't be Nella. She always called and asked for permission whenever she wanted to see him or come over and they haven't really spoken to each other for days now. He would've said that maybe his house was being robbed but the girly giggle didn't sound like a robber. Whatever it was, it still didn't change the fact that there was someone in his bedroom.He quickly finished with his bath and tied a towel around his waist then he reached for the other one that was meant to dry up his hair before stepping out of the bathroom.There, he came face to face with the woman whom he had been avoiding all evening. Her back faced him so she didn't know that he was standing behind her. Was this supposed to be anothe
Bryce stared down at the temptress sitting down in front of him. He had warned her to quit staring but she had refused to. Should he kiss her? Maybe have a taste to get his brain working again. Would she let him? This was a battle between himself and his over raging hormones. God, what sort of punishment is this?You brought in a hot lady from your church and placed her in my household. You already know that I'm addicted to sin. Is this your way of telling refraining or encouraging me to continue? Bryce thought to himself as she looked down at her puckered lips that was in a frightened pout.They looked so inviting. This woman had turned him into a patient battling with insanity. He hasn't had a decent sleep in ages and the worst part of everything was that he hasn't screwed anyone ever since she made that open declaration of being friends.He needed it so badly but how could he do it when it wasn't going to be with her. Call him crazy but he wanted her. He needed her. God the blood i
Hera felt a little hurt when he pulled away from her. Why would she be hurt in the first place? He did a good thing by stopping whatever he wanted to do right? Why then did she suddenly feel bad about it? If he hadn't stopped when he did, she was a hundred percent sure that she wouldn't have been able to stop him. Trying to stop him from kissing or touching her was like trying to stop a bee from getting attracted to honey which was utterly impossible, to say the least.Her hands instinctively went to her shoulders to touch where his lips had been earlier. She felt the multiple goosebumps as they broke out on her skin. An active volcano has erupted inside her no doubt. She pulled up her fleece jacket to cover up herself while her other hand held onto the donuts a little tighter. If she didn't know any better, she'd say that she was squeezing the life out of them."Ready?" Bryce's voice boomed and she jerked back to reality. She must've been thinking to the point that she didn't hear h
Hera knew the exact moment that Bryce left for work. He didn't stop by her house or anything but she heard his car driving out of the mansion when she had woken up earlier to pray in the morning. The fact that he didn't come to her apartment was enough proof that he was mad at her. She knew deep down that he was somehow upset but the fact that she doesn't know why was eating out on her.They had just begun talking again so why was he upset? She only mentioned going out with him. It's not like she wanted to sacrifice him or something.And he had refused to tell her what she did wrong. How was she supposed to pacify him if she didn't even know where to begin?Placing the already washed dishes in the sink where they belong, she stepped into the bathroom to have her bath.When she was done, she sluggishly walked into her bedroom and pulled out a simple dress from her closet. She examined it thoroughly before putting it on. It was no longer news to her that her day was already ruined in th
They arrived at Bryce's company and Hera suddenly decided to wait for Mariam in the car. Somehow she doesn't feel the need to see him let alone talk to him. She was still convinced that he was still angry and didn't want to talk to her."Are you coming?" Mariam had asked the minute they arrived but she shook her head slowly."I'll just wait right here for you Mariam." She answered "I don't think it makes a difference if any of us goes up to give him the file."Liar! Of course it does. She wanted to see him with the excuse of giving him the file but deep down In the pits of her stomach, she felt unsure and a little bit frightened to do so."Of course it does. Come on. I won't let you sit here all by yourself!" Mariam reached for her hands and slowly pulled her out of the car. They made their way past security and into the building. When they arrived, they were greeted by his secretary who was typing away on her laptop to give a single care in the world."Hello!" Hera greeted with a pl