"Meet me out here when you're done." Bryce had whispered to her and she nodded before going in to use the ladies, leaving him to locate his car after dropping her off.Hera got inside and walked through the sign that separated the men's bathroom from the ladies.When she got outside the restroom, she washed her hands and stood for a few minutes to catch her breath. After she was done, she stepped out of the restroom and approached the door that led outside the building when she bumped into a hard surface.She almost lost her balance as her knees gave way to the ground but someone caught her just in time before she could make any contact with the hard surface."Are you okay?" Hera heard a deep voice calling out to her in her blurry dazed world. Thank goodness she didn't fall to the ground. It would've been embarrassing and worse, she could've injured herself in the process."I'm fine. Thank you very much sir." She responded gratefully and proceeded to dust her outfit and crease out the
Hera noticed all through the drive that Bryce wasn't talking to her. And she was lost because she had absolutely no idea what exactly could be the cause of his sudden mood swing. They were fine just some minutes ago so what must've happened and why wasn't he giving her the chance to explain.What would she even explain at this point when she doesn't even know her crime in all of this. He was talking to Max alright but when she said something, he would simply ignore or pretend as if she wasn't saying anything at all. It felt like she was invincible but that was not the case.If it weren't for the fact that Max had been engaging her in different conversations, she would've actually believed the fact that she was invincible."Bryce?" She called out to him. He shifted on his seat and she knew then that he was listening to her. He heard her loud and clear but only silence met her call.She wasn't used to this side of him. He was always willing and ready to talk to her when it need presen
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