SWNOVELS Chapter 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.
"That's exactly what I thought." Max dismissed the conversation and threw his face outside the window.
His friend could be daft when he wanted to. Max 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 that sort.
He knew him like the back of his palm. This is one 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 afterwards. But Hera was an entire new and different territory.
Bryce grew up in 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 sudden Temptation. The innocent woman from the convent and now his walls are breaking down.
Ever since he saw how affected he was the last time she turned down his sexual advances, he knew that Bryce would definitely pick up the challenge of trying to woo her and so far, he had failed miserably at it.
It intrigued him to know that such women existed. He had never met one and doesn't want to ever meet one.
Well the ball was now in Bryce's court and he would be here to see exactly how he played it. This should be a fun game to watch.
Minutes later, Bryce pulled up in front of Max's hotel. He decided to drown himself with a bottle of tequila before heading back home. His mood for the rest of the day has been spoilt so far.
"I'll meet you at the bar. Give me a few minutes. Max excused himself and walked out of his sight leaving Bryce to focate the bar himself. He got in and the bartender gave him a shot which he took in one swig.
The bar was eerily quiet but he knew that it was only for a moment. The place would be flooding very soon as it always does at night.
"Hi" Someone called from behind him. He turned to see the 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 came here for something else?
His eyes did a sweep on her outfit. She was dressed rather casual except for the blouse that exposed her cleavage.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, eyes searching everywhere but her face. He wasn't in a mood to exchange pleasantries.
"I saw you drive in and so I followed."
"What are the odds?" He teased and picked up the other shot that the bartender had poured out for him.
"You never reached out to me after
that day and so I was worried. We're friends with benefits after all. I
thought that I had done something I wrong. She reminded him before ordering the bartender to pour her a glass as well.
Bryce scrutinized the woman seated in front of him. On another day, he would've found this funny but he didn't. He was too upset to think about anything else. Could Max be right?
Is this really what it feels like for someone to be jealous? If it does then it really sucks.
"I'm so sorry Natalie. I've been busy with work for sometime now. It has nothing to do with you." He
apologized even though deep down he knew that he didn't sound sincere about it. He wanted her gone and that's a first because he had never ever had the urge to send a woman who had willingly come to see him away.
"Okay then. Since you apologized so nicely then I have no choice but to forgive you." She smiled at him "But on one condition." She lifted a finger at him and her lips twitched into a small smile. "What kind of condition?"
"We're in a hotel Bryce so you should do the math. What do you think that I want?"
She rolled the glass around her fingers and drowned the contents before placing it on the counter. Then, she pushed herself closer to him and sealed their lips in a kiss.
The first thought that popped into Bryce's head at that moment was Hera.
She doesn't taste like Hera. She's not Hera. His brain reminded him while he struggled within himself to either go with the flow or push her away from him.