Chapter 386 - Don't lie to me

Sophia and Felix didn't stay long in Steve's apartment. Sophia analyzed, "They are talking things through. If they don't make up, we should not be here. If they do make up, we should not be here."

Felix didn't understand that logic. "Why should we not be here if they make up?"

"Try to remember... when we hit a bump, what are we doing after we make up?" Sophia showed a sly smile.

Felix frowned. He didn't want to imagine his baby sister doing with Steve what he does with Sophia. "You are right. We should go." Felix squeezed through his teeth.

"Just a second." Sophia went to the kitchen and after some rummaging, she came back with a note that says they left. She kept the note on the coffee table. "They will see it here, so they know we left. Let's go."

…

Inside bedroom, Steve was looking at Bridgette who was on the bed with her face hidden in the pillows.

"Biddy, can we talk?" He pleaded.

She didn't respond.

Steve sighed. "I don't care about your age, or why you decided to tell me it's less that it is... it bothers me that you don't want to talk to me. I don't understand what is going on."

She still didn't respond.

He went to the bed and laid next to her, facing the ceiling. 'When she is like this, reasoning does not help. The only way to get her to talk is to get her angry... so, here I go.'

Steve poked her with finger in the arm.

She flinched.

Steve chuckled, "I'm just checking if you are awake."

Bridgette sighed.

Steve turned to face her. "I wish to know what's on your mind. But you don't want to talk, so I will. I'm assuming that you are upset because I found out that you are older than me. Do you think that is a problem? Men my age crave to be with an older woman, they have more experience and can teach us things. Younger ones are demanding, easily upset, when they face a problem, they lock themselves in and refuse to talk, they want to redecorate whole apartment before they even move in..."

Bridgette snapped. "Bastard! Are you talking about me?"

"Ah, you know how to speak?!" Steve laughed. "Which one of these two categories you think applies to you?"

She threw a pillow at him and buried her face back into the pillows. "Both of them are horrible." She mumbled.

Steve deflected the pillow with his arm. "Come on, I got you to talk... now face me." He poked her again with his finger. "Stop sulking and tell me why you are sulking. Do you even know why you are upset?"

"I'm not upset... I'm embarrassed." She admitted.

"Why?"

"Because I'm older... and I should have experience. But I don't. So, I feel I got worst from both categories." Bridgette's voice trailed away, like she is about to cry.

Steve heard her trembling voice and thought that if he does not shake her out of it soon, she will dive into depression, and then he will get a huge headache. "I don't know where you get these ideas. Are you filling up your head with rubbish on purpose or are you insulting me?"

Bridgette faced him. "What do you mean?"

Steve smirked, 'Finally she is facing me!' "Even if you are two years older than me, it does not mean anything. You are not old; you are ripe for me to pick." Steve pulled her close to him. "And what is that smack talk about not having experience? We did plenty! Or you think we should do more?"

In an instant, Bridgette's cheeks turned red.

Steve observed her expression. "I see that you think we should do more." He inched toward her for a kiss.

She put her hands on his chest to keep him at a distance. "My brother is right there!" She nervously glanced toward the door.

"If you care about your brother so much, why did you leave him there in the living room?" Steve enjoyed her confused expression. He could see that she does not know how to answer. "And how come you didn't realize that they left a while ago?"

"What do you mean: they left?" Bridgette was not sure if she should trust him or not. He loves to tease her.

"I heard the front door closing. They left." Steve was pleased to feel that she is not pushing him away anymore.

"You are outrageous!" Bridgette complained, but her arms wrapped around Steve.

"Only with you, Biddy..." He gave her a long deep kiss which made her head spin.

...

Bridgette and Steve are panting. She is sprawled on top of him, her body limp. After some time, she clumsily slid on his side and snuggled next to him. Steve pulled a bedsheet to cover them up.

"I'm sorry I overreacted and caused a scene." She felt guilty.

"That is all because you lied." Steve pinched her nose. "Don't lie to me anymore."

"What if I already did?"

Steve frowned. "Then... this is the right time to come out and tell me the truth."

"My dad lives in Ottawa." Bridgette blurted out.

"I thought you said that you don't have a father, only mother."

"We treat him like he does not exist. But he lives in Canada. Ottawa, to be more precise. I heard that he remarried." Bridgette explained.

Steve gave a small nod, acknowledging that he received the information, but he didn't know what to do with it. Was he supposed to do something with it?

"He left us when I was three years old. For some time, I'm entertaining the idea to go and meet him. Now that Felix is getting married, I think it's the right time to make that step." Seeing that Steve frowned, she explained. "I know that there is a chance he will not want to see me. But, knowing my mother, there is a high possibility that he left because he could not take it anymore. And it would not be unusual that my mother is using something to prevent him from seeing us." Bridgette paused for a second. "If, and only if, he wants to see us, it would be a perfect wedding present for my brother: to bring our father to attend the wedding. Will you come with me?"

"To look for your father?"

Bridgette nodded.

Steve smiled. "When are we going?"

She hugged him tightly. "Thank you."