Sharing Beatrice novel by Alexis Dee novel Chapter 205

Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 2

Chapter 205 – I Am Inviting Myself To Flynn’s Coronation

Beatrice’s POV:

I have returned to the cafe with lost hopes. I didn’t know who else to turn to for

help. Just when I have stepped a foot into the Cafe, I saw a familiar. The face I didn’t want to see again unless I know how to defeat him and punish him for running everything just because he was hurt.

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“Seems like the servers are very unprofessional here. I wonder why my brothers love to come here,” Flynn smirked when commenting on me to Pamela. She turned around and passed me a miserable smile.

I could already tell he had bothered her enough.

“It’s fine. I can take care of this,” I told Pamela as I plodded close by his table. The white shirt and clean hairstyle could fool no one. I knew he was a dirty rascal.

Pamela waited a little longer before she trudged back into the kitchen. “Look at you! stripped off of every single luxury, yet your attitude is only swelling. But how are you Beatrice? Tell me, was that chaos you created worthy of losing everything you ever cared about?” he had a grinning face when spreading his arm behind his chair and looked me shamelessly in the eye.

“How is the crown, Flynn? Is it too tight? Or perhaps too heavy?” I asked with an angry smirk on my lips. I was trying to look okay because showing him weakness meant letting him enjoy another victory.

“Oh, it’s the perfect size. Seems like it was made especially for me,” he joked, running his hand over his head and pretending to touch the invisible crown. “This place isn’t prestigious enough for you. Tell me how many hands have run up those fine legs of yours and penetrated your panties, sticking their fingers up your tight and thirsty v*agina.” His remark made me unconsciously clasp my legs tightly.

I noticed the other customers secretly stared at my legs and then whispered into each other’s ears.

The customers here have always treated us with respect and never let us complain about that kind of treatment, but now that an alpha King was opening a door for such nasty comments, I was expecting some to follow his lead.

“You shouldn’t worry about that. Keep your crown tight and pants’ fly closed because that day is not far when you will no longer need to ask others how many hands and been up their a*s*ses,” I smiled, purposely hinting I was not leaving him to enjoy his crown.

“Anyway, I only came here to let you know I’m accepting Mariah on her 20th birthday. I hope to see you come,” he smirked, pulling out an invitation and throwing it on the table for me.

“Not as a guest, obviously. Your cafe will be serving us. We have already paid Mr. Ubel an advance,” he announced, making me nod while gritting my teeth at his sight.

“Don’t worry, I will do nothing wrong. I will just go in with the sw—” I paused when I watched Maura get into the kitchen from the backdoor with her head down and her hands clasp around the hem of her skirts.

I had an inkling that something was wrong, but I didn’t want to call her out and make her uncomfortable.

“NO! Maura and I will go to the mansion with the sweets.” Pamela refused to listen to me and said her name anyway.

Maura stopped walking away and thought over Pamela’s words for a moment before she raised her head and revealed her red, puffy eyes.

“To the mansion? Why are we going to the mansion?” The way she asked

Pamela with so much hesitation in my voice was all I could focus on in the moment.

“Lord Vasquez wants us to present him the best sweets from our shelves,” Pamela smiled confidently, because she had spent a few good hours in baking and filling the shelves.

Maura heaved a sigh of relief before she shook her head vigorously and denied. “I can’t come. I’m not feeling well,” Maura excused. Seemed like she wanted to get away from the crowded area and be alone for a moment. Looking at the way Pamela was eyeing her, I expected Maura to have a brief fight for her space. “Well then, it’s decided. I’ll accompany Pamela to the mansion. Now let’s see, should we make croissants as well? I know the brothers likes them,” I shrugged, showing interest and making Pamela give up. She knew she wouldn’t be able to do all that alone, and libel would never offer her help. He would rather wander around and catcall young she-wolves for how their furs were so shiny on the full moon than to come down to his cafe and put some effort into helping us.