SEX WITH THE VIRGIN MAID by KIARI HORSFALL

She Doesn't Taste Like Hera

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. What exactly did he mean by saying it shouldn't be of any concern to him? If he was having all of these emotions then shouldn't it be his concern?

"I don't understand!" He blurted out at last. His brain calculating.

"What exactly do you not understand?"

"You're supposed to be my best friend Max. You're supposed to support me here. Is this exactly how your decide to end the conversation?"

"You just said it yourself that you're not jealous." Max reminded him with a sudden eye roll.

"And what does being jealous have to do with any of this?"

"Because if you're jealous then it only means that you like her? Are you going to admit that you like Hera?" Max asked him for the second time and Bryce went silent Instantly.

exactly what I thought." Max dismissed the conversation and threw

could see right through his dear friend that he had some twisted feelings for his maid. Which is surprising because Bryce doesn't involve himself in feelings or any

of those rare occasions that he gets to witness his friend frowning and grumbling because of a woman. Bryce fucks them, he doesn't give a shit about what happens

a dysfunctional home where love and relationship felt like a game to both his parents. He didn't believe in love because he had concluded that all women were the same but that was before he got involved with this

the last time she turned down his sexual advances, he knew that Bryce would definitely

know that such women existed. He had never met one and

court and he would be here to see exactly how he played it. This should be a fun game to

bottle of

his sight leaving Bryce to focate the bar

a moment. The place would be flooding very soon as it always does at

gorgeous figure of Natalie standing beside him. She pulled out a stool and sat down before proceeding to place her bag in the counter in front of them. "Natalie?" He called looking surprised. He wasn't expecting her to be here of all places. Was she stalking him? Or maybe

She was dressed rather casual except for the blouse that exposed her

you doing here?" He asked, eyes searching everywhere but her face. He wasn't in a mood

you drive in and

the odds?" He teased and picked up the other shot

out to

and so I was worried.

that I had done something I wrong. She reminded him before ordering the bartender