Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

86-Selfish And Needy!

After he said those words to me, I felt like a part of me had stopped listening to me and had become his

slave.

Zane made me walk downstairs to wait for Akin. But I had

some burning questions for him while I waited for the car.

“Did you finally break up with Mariah?” I asked, making him stop his steps instead of walking away. He

was really leav- ing me in this dark parking lot. I get that he could make his way back home faster than

a car, but I was afraid of the dark.

Mr. Olis had informed Akin that I was going to stay till late and finish the work he had given me. Akin

also spoke to Zane to make sure I wouldn’t be left alone.

“I don’t know,” Zane shrugged his shoulders instead of giving me a solid answer.

“But you should know. She cheated on you with your best friend. Not only did she hurt you but took

away your friend from you,” I said without thinking how he will take me for bad- mouthing her in front of

him.

“Are you trying to break us up because you think you will have a chance after that?” Zane asked in a

demeaning tone. He slid his hands into his black pants and shook his head in the air, not looking at me.

“I didn’t say that,” I whispered, grasping my bag’s strap miserably.

“Good. Because that’s never happening,” he reminded me in the most negligent tone.

“Are you going to make her your chosen mate?” I asked out of curiosity. I didn’t like Mariah. She was a

mean person, and if she were to ever come and live with us in that mansion, I would hate it so much.

“Not her,” he answered, watching the trees dance with the wind in the stormy night.

“Then who?” I asked, feeling bad for myself. I was acting really dumb and clingy, and I was aware of it.

Guess the whole “friends with benefits” thing was not for me. I didn’t like them approaching me and

then leaving the next minute.

But can I blame them? I made that choice with my full senses.

He gave me his infamous silent treatment, but I could tell he was really thinking hard over something.

And then he said the name that I hated even more than I hated Mariah.

“Do you know anything about Gwen and my brothers? I mean, did any of my brothers mention having

feelings for her?” He asked while keeping his eyes on the space ahead.

I couldn’t even react properly as I felt like he had punched me in the gut. He was really asking for her

after doing it with me?

“What is so special about her?” I asked him, feeling tears burning the surface of my eyes and making

my sight hazy.

“I really don’t know what it is about her that intrigues me, but she is like that glass decoration that I

don’t want to treat badly for fear of breaking her,” Zane stated in a most emo- tional way. I have never

seen him display his feelings so well.

“Am I not special?” I whispered as I lowered my head and let out a sigh to calm my nerves down. Zane

didn’t even an-swer me at first, and I wish it had stayed that way because the way he described me

ripped me apart.

“You are needy and selfish. All you think about is yourself, Beatrice.” He didn’t hesitate to tell me that

after fucking me good.

“And you know what?” he then finally turned to me only so that he can look me deep in the eye and

say, “It is okay to cry,” he added before straightening his back and walking out of the way to the road.

I felt instant tears covering my eyes, even though I never planned to cry. It was almost as scary as if I

had just followed his orders. His words didn’t hurt me that deeply until he re- minded me that I needed

to cry.

“Zane!” I called for him while he plugged his headphones in and started walking on the road. My eyes

went behind me to the spot where I was standing before as I wondered if I should follow him or stupidly

stay behind and die, having panic attacks.

So I followed him.

As I kept walking behind him, I started feeling like I was being watched. The tears in my eyes had long

since disap- peared.

I sped up after Zane, but because I was too distracted, I failed to keep up with Zane’s pace.

As I looked behind to search for whoever I kept hearing in the distance, I lost Zane entirely. .

“Shit!” I cursed the instant realization that struck me. I looked around and noticed the heavy panting in

the distance.

“Fucking let me go,” a man yelled but it wasn’t the type of sound that would make me think my life is in

danger. Some- body else’s life was in danger. The real issue was that I had missed the evening pill

because of staying late in the hotel.

My first reaction was to imagine someone coming for me, but that wasn’t the case.

I looked around to see where the noises were coming from and found the only place to be a tight street

across the road.

“Give me that boy!” a man with a grunting voice yelled back at the boy. I stood in my spot, gulping the

fear down and wondering if I should take a look and maybe try to help the person in need.

“Selfish and needy!” I whispered as I closed my eyes, re- calling the words said by Zane.

“I am not selfish,” as I said that, I sprinted across the road to help the victim, who was getting mugged

by a giant man.

I almost lost my steps when I entered the street and saw a big guy, probably over 6 feet 7 with a heavy

build, holding a knife and threatening a young guy my age on the ground.

The mild scent of cinnamon hit my nostrils almost imme- diately. I couldn’t tell what this scent was, but

it was intoxicat- ing.

“Help me,” I then raised my head and watched the guy on the floor look me directly in the eye and call

for help.