Billionaires with Benefits

130 130. Beautiful Stalker

“Who are you?” Sofia was startled. Her eyes widened in shock. She was like seeing a ghost, a kind one because the ghost brought her dream apple pie. “Are you coming with my brother?”

Clara couldn’t answer Sofia’s question, who asked her identity. They didn’t even know each other. What would she say to the girl as an explanation?

‘I’m the stalker of this man.’

That would sound very fishy and horribly wrong. She would sound like a criminal.

‘I only intend to give this apple pie to you.’

That would sound far-fetched. Who would believe it? Sounded like an overly good woman like Cinderella’s fairy godmother.

Meanwhile, Sofia was still confused about Clara’s presence at her house, and she suspected Samuel. “Is this woman making you late home, Sam? Because of her, you didn’t buy me apple pies?”

“Sofia! None of this is what you see!” said Samuel defensively. “I don’t even know who she is.”

“Later I will report your indecent behavior to Mom and Dad,” Sofia threatened. She widened her eyes and placed her hands on her waist. “Father, Mother, you will not believe it. When you two left the two of us at home, Samuel brought a girl home from the side of the road. They spent a happy spanky time in Samuel’s room.”

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“Sofia!” he snapped.

Sofia then looked at Clara, then grabbed the box of apple pie, and said, “However … thank you!”

Sofia smiled briefly, looked at the box containing the crumbled apple pie, then said again, “Better to have a shattered apple pie than nothing.”

The fragrance of apples and cinnamon entered Sofia’s nose as soon as she opened the small box that she took from Clara’s hand. Sofia’s demeanor, which was like a wild horse whose tail was burned, suddenly became gentle, calm, and controlled.

That’s the magic that no other kind of food would do to Sofia. The adoration of the fragrant, sweet and creamy cinnamon apple filling would make anyone suddenly hungry, including Samuel and Clara who were now drooling as they looked at Sofia, who was picking small apple pie crumbs with gratitude. Moreover, the delicious smell of cinnamon invaded their noses as well, making them only able to swallow hard because they knew that Sofia would not be willing to share with anyone.

Suddenly, Clara’s stomach growled. She had not had time to eat anything. She didn’t even have time to buy anything but shattered apple pie crumbs. Even then, she didn’t eat the pie because she planned to give the food to Samuel.

Sofia glanced at her brother while putting her hands on her hips. “Oh my, you brought a girl home without giving her food? Do you even know how to treat a girl? No wonder you got rejected.” The high school girl shook her head, swaying it playfully, making her look like a bunny because of the ponytails on both sides of her head—the way she was going to sleep.

“Come in, come in, please. We’re eating something!” ask Sofia then.

Sofia, who had become a tame dove, gently tugged Clara’s hand, who was still dumbfounded and led her into the house, heading straight for the dining table. The girl then called a maid, asking them to set the table.

The maid then opened the cabinet to take out three white ceramic plates. She brought the cutlery to the table and set it quickly on the table.

“Thanks,” Clara said politely as the maid poured apple juice into her glass.

Sofia licked her bottom lip as she stared at the apparition of apple pie in front of her. The young girl then excitedly lifted the parchment paper that lined the apple pie and arranged it on her plate. “This is for me. What do you want? Cheese bread, cheese pie, melon bun, apple bun?” Sofia asked Clara.

Clara just laughed at the change in Sophia’s attitude and then took a melon pan wrapped in baby pink food-grade paper. “Thanks, I’ll just take this. You can eat your favorite apple pie.”

Sofia smiled confidently while observing the woman in front of her. According to her, the woman was beautiful even though her face was a bit sad. When the woman took off her winter jacket, she still looked elegant. She knew how to make every move to stay graceful in other people’s eyes.

Hungry, Sofia immediately sat down and took her plate. She used a fork and knife to make it easier for her to eat the scattered apple pie. However, it didn’t last long. She put aside the fork and knife roughly, then ate it with her hands, not caring about manners any more.

Of course, that amused Clara even more. She was unable to prevent her lips from smiling when she saw that funny scene.

“I will only eat gracefully when my mother is by my side,” Sofia said defensively as she chewed her food. “Hmm, this is really delicious. You are my life savior. Thank you, yeah, uhm .… What’s your name?” Sofia asked, realizing that she didn’t even know the name of the girl Samuel had brought home.

“You brought a stranger into the house, and asked her to eat together, but didn’t know her name,” said Samuel, imitating Sofia’s nagging style.

Inevitably, Clara laughed and made the cold air in the room melt. Who didn’t like to see beautiful women laugh?

“I am Clara Deck—”

Clara paused. She remembered what had just happened. She was not the legitimate child of the Decker family.

“Just Clara,” Clara continued with a forced smile.

Sofia nodded, showing rows of white teeth. “Okay, Clara! Eat first. Eat a lot. You need some energy to wrestle with my brother in bed later, don’t you?”

Samuel who was munching on a cheese pie suddenly choked and coughed hard. He didn’t expect his sister to say that. That was gross.

“Hey! Why are you so impolite? I told you I don’t know this woman,” Samuel defended himself angrily. He then turned to Clara and looked at the woman with a look of disgust. How could he follow her home? Boldly. “Say something! Explain to my sister! I don’t want any misunderstandings.”

Clara then smiled at Sofia and said. “Our relationship is not that far. We only practiced a french kiss. Never go all the way in bed.”

Sofia’s face suddenly turned red. While Samuel, who was drinking soda, once again spouted the orange liquid in his mouth.

“Crap! How could you!”