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39-Cannot Lose My Virginity
“I loved this place. Are we really leaving?” I asked my mom, watching her clumsily pack our bags.
“Not really. If one thing I have learned about Vasquez, it is that he will never let me leave him.” She
smirked while not really putting much effort into taking my clothes off the hangers. I now understood why
she was delaying so much. She was waiting for him to apologize to her and beg her to stay with him.
While she talked about it, we heard a knock on the door.
“Scar! Baby, open the door,” he commanded from the other side of the door. Mom turned to me and then
smiled, getting on her feet and walking over to the door to attend it. She left the room to have a word with
him. I had been in a very busy routine since morning, so my throat started to give up on me.
Since I had a fever too, I thought I should grab something to drink. Obviously, I now knew my mom and I
were not going anywhere, so I had calmed down. After reaching the kitchen, I started looking for
anything to eat and drink.
“Let me help you with that,” I heard Maddox say from behind me when I grabbed a soda bottle and
couldn’t undo the cork. He took the bottle out of my hands, opened it with his bare hands, and offered it
back to me.
“Thank you,” I answered, taking a little sip like a scared kitten. The only reason for me to be afraid of him
Follow current on NovelEnglish.netwas his intense stare. He was hunching over the counter beside me and staring into my soul.
“You guys are not leaving?” he inquired, and I almost spat the drink out.
“No!” I answered, holding the bottle between both my hands and taking little sips.
“You must be disappointed,” I commented, and I watched him lower his face and laugh a little at my
statement.
“Don’t act like you know me,” he then raised his face, and there was no residue of any smile from before,
“What happened there?” he frowned and walked over to the other side just so that we are standing face
to face with a counter between us.
“What?” I asked.
He gently pushed my hair back and ran his finger over my cheek. I pulled away from him because I still
remembered how agonizing his hatred made me feel.
“This!” he whispered.
I didn’t even realize my mother had left a bruise on my cheek until he mentioned it.
“My mom got really upset when she thought I had hurt myself by being reckless,” I answered, continuing
to drink.
“Hurt yourself?” he frowned.
“Uh-huh,” I nodded. “She saw the blood from my back on the sheets and thought maybe I was being
reckless,” I explained. His stare turned intense for a moment before he cocked his face and deepened
his eyes into mine.
“She thought you lost your virginity?” As soon as he asked that, I spat the drink out finally.
“Wh—,” I started coughing and fighting to catch my breath, “No! my mother only hits me when she thinks
I hurt myself or put myself in danger.” I corrected him. I mean, I knew how one bleeds when they lose
their virginity, but I never really thought about it until my mom saw the sheets.
“Beatrice! Don’t be too dumb. Why would she hit you if you had hurt yourself or were in danger? She hit
you because she thought she lost control over you.” He was saying things that made no sense to me.
“That is not how my mom treats me. She cares for me. Yes! She doesn’t want me to sleep around
because boys are mad. But she will never hit me for it.” I shook my head confidently at him and grabbed
the bottle again.
“The bruise on your face. How can you be so chill about it? Does it not hurt?” He was clenching his
perfectly shaped jaw while looking at my bruise.
“That is sweet coming from someone who was so aggressively pushing me around, yanking my hair, and
also kicking me out in the middle of the night of a terrible storm. I appreciate the change. I guess the
rejection was a good idea after all.” I said it all in one breath before taking a bigger sip this time.
He stared at my face for a minute before he smiled.
“It is not funny. Abusing someone and being rude to them,” I didn’t like how he was smiling as if he did a
very great job.
Follow current on NovelEnglish.net“I am not smiling because of that. I am smiling because—,” he paused to take a deep breath, “because
you are cute,” he whispered those words, and I forgot to gulp the drink down my throat. For a moment, I
kept the liquid in my mouth. My cheeks pumped like chipmunks as I stared into his beautiful eyes.
“I was heavily drugged up that night. I wish I hadn’t, but I don’ t have a time machine to go back in time
and fix it. However, it is true that I was creeped out about the idea of having a stepsister for a mate.” He
nodded as he agreed with himself.
“So, are you going to be angry at me again if we feel the mate bond?” I asked, and the corner of his lip
stretched upward.
“If that happens again, then it means it is meant to be.” My heart skipped a beat when he surrendered
like that.
“But I have a question for you,” his smirk grew wider as his words turned into a whisper, “Would you be
able to handle four dicks? I mean, we are alpha kings. We are needy, and highly sexually demanding. Of
course, we will not force you, but what about you? Wouldn’t you want to taste your mates every day?”
The more he talked about sex and the private body part that he so nonchalantly talked about, the more I
began to feel terrified.
“I —,” I could no longer drink any more.
“Hm! Think about it,” he said as he walked over to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of beer, and left for his
room.
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