Page 157 of Papa's Bébé


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“Seems having a full bladder erases your shyness. Although watch the way you talk about yourself,” he warned. He quickly led her to the bathroom, checking it before he let her in. She knew that he’d stand outside and wouldn’t let anyone else in until she came out.

Thankfully, there was no one else around at the moment.

By the time she sat on the toilet, she was in considerable pain and, of course, she now couldn’t pee.

It was infuriating.

She sat there and hummed. She moved around. She rocked. Nothing.

Maybe she should get up and turn on the water.

There was a knock on the door.

“Busy!” she called out.

“Are you all right?” Matthieu asked, his voice sounding muffled. He was probably calling out through the door.

This was it. Her humiliation was complete. He likely thought she was doing more than peeing.

“I’m fine,” she called out.

But she wasn’t. She was going to have to go turn on the water. Getting up, she groaned as her bladder protested the movement.

“Maya? What’s wrong?”

Shoot. His voice was much clearer now. Was he in the bathroom?

“I have to run the water,” she said.

“You can’t go?” he asked.

“No.” She closed her eyes.

“Not surprised. You left it too long. You should have told me,” he scolded.

“Weirdly, this is not helping me pee.” Yep, she was definitely filled with more attitude when she was in pain.

The fact that she couldn’t see him also helped.

“Désolé,” he murmured.

Wow. That was weird. For some reason, him speaking in French actually seemed to make her feel better.

“What can I do to help you?” he asked.

She closed her eyes. One day he was going to make some lucky girl very happy.

If he ever decided that he wanted to settle down that was.

“This is going to sound really weird,” she told him.

“Bébé, just tell me. You’re in pain and I don’t like it.”

She winced, closing her eyes. “Believe me, I don’t like it either.”

“So spit it out before I come in there and help you.”

“What the heck does that mean?” she asked.