Scooping out two bowls worth of chicken and dumplings, I hand one to him without speaking another word to him and go sit in my spot I’d claimed on the couch. My phone lights up on the coffee table but I ignore it. I know who it is and I’m not about to answer it. I won’t. I refuse to listen to them rant and claim I’m an idiot. It’s bad enough I already feel like one.
I don’t need them to tell me.
They’ve told me enough over the years.
No matter how good my grades were in school. I made straight A’s every year, but it was never good enough because I wasn’t in the top five of my class. To them if it’s not their way and what they want, they’re never going to be happy.
At least until I do as they want and marry some jerk who will cheat on me. I don’t want that in my life.
It would be nice to, for once in my life, find someone who wants me for me. Tears prick at my eyes as my phone lights up once again.
“Are you going to answer that? Or is there a reason you have it on silent?” I nearly jump out of my skin at Theo’s voice, I hadn’t even heard him sit in the seat on the opposite end of the couch.
Instead of giving him words, I shrug sullenly and lift a spoonful of chicken and dumplings to my mouth. I blow on the amount I’m holding to my mouth and test it with the tip of my tongue finding it’s good. I ignore Theo while doing this needing to not have him question my phone going off. It will continue to go off.
“You want to answer my question? I could always just answer it and figure out for myself why you’re not answering,” he quips.
“Leave my phone alone,” I mutter and eat some more.
“Blake, your phone is staying lit up, if you’re ignoring someone wouldn’t it be better to turn the damn thing off?” he suggests.
“Christian told me to never turn my phone off. That I should always have it on me,” I grumble, feeling like an even bigger fool. Why would he say this? I’m confused and angry right now at all that’s going on in my head.
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Theo sitting forward, placing his bowl on the coffee table, and snagging my phone up into his hands.
“What are you doing? Give me that,” I snap, putting my own bowl down and launching myself at him to get my phone from his grasp. Nothing about my phone lighting up is any of his business.
Only when I launch myself at him, I end up straddling him in the process as he holds my phone out of my reach. Damnit, I hate being short, if I were taller I might have longer arms and be able to reach it.
No. instead, what do I do? I press myself firmly against him. The only thing that stops me from reaching further is when he groans and I realize my breasts are pressing into his face as I lean into him to get the damn phone.
Shit. Someone shoot me now.
“Um, I’m so sorry,” I murmur shyly as I go to pull away and to move away from him. Only his hands move like lightning and he grasps my waist. I don’t miss the clatter of my phone hitting the table next to me but my focus at the moment is trying to keep myself breathing. Especially as I meet Theo’s lust-filled gaze.
His hands at my waist hold me firm to him and I don’t know what to expect. Not even when he positions me over his harden shaft, that I can feel pressing against his sweats. With the thin material of my leggings there’s not much between it and me. And God knows I’m tempted so tempted to beg him to show me what he can do with something so massive. Because I’m sure like the man himself, he’s got to be huge.
Theo doesn’t say anything, nor does he do what I’m thinking he would. Nope, instead, he stands from the couch, with his hands still on my waist. I place my feet on the floor and he gently pushes me back.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur, the guy’s older than me at least by ten years. He probably has a wife back home or a girlfriend.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
“I’m just going to go to bed now,” I state without meeting his gaze. I turn on my heels and rush out of the room and into the bedroom. I grab my nightclothes, a red silk nightie. I have a thing for nighties. Out of all my clothes, it’s also another thing my mother tries to dictate, there are only certain items she doesn’t touch. My panties, bras, and nighties.
Thankfully. If she did, I’m sure I’d be in something I dreaded.
I love to wear sexy lingerie. It makes me feel better about who I am. Why? Because of what just happened out there. Being rejected sucks and I hate myself for wanting something to happen when this man most likely already has someone at home.
Stripping out of my clothes, I slip the nightie over my body and climb into the bed. I readjust the pillows the way I want them. I close my eyes but rather than fall asleep I lie there thinking of the fool I made of myself.
What woman launches herself at a man she doesn’t know? Worse, what woman would do something when said man most likely is married.
And I say most likely because I don’t know if he is or not.
Chapter Five
Theo
I swear if I hadn’t moved her off my lap when I did I’d have flipped her over, pulled her leggings down, and slid balls deep in her pussy. I could have, I know it. She wanted me to but I’m no good for a woman like her.
From what Christian has said about Blake she’s innocence lighting up the darkness in my world.
Sighing, I scrub a hand over my face and sit back on the couch. Blake surprised the fuck out of me when she’d thrown herself at me to get her phone out of my hand. I didn’t think she’d straddle my fuckin’ cock in the process. Then she’d tried to suffocate me with her tits. They weren’t huge but they were large enough to fit my hands.
I wanted more than anything to fit those babies into my hands and suck her nipples into my mouth.
Damnit.
But common sense came to me before I did something I shouldn’t do.
Blake’s phone lights up once again and I lift it up this time to notice it saying, ‘Mother Calling’. I go to answer it but it stops. I slide her phone open, noting she doesn’t have a passkey on it. Works for me since it allows me to look at it. I furrow my brows at the number of miss calls. Majority of them were from her mother and father. Another couple were from another number not labeled.
Deciding to find out why she’d avoid answering her parents’ calls, I pull my phone out and call Christian.
“You gonna call me every five minutes?” Christian chuckles. “I know my sister is quirky but damn man. You can stick it out.”
“I’m just wondering why she’d be ignoring nearly fifty calls between your folks and some random number,” I state the reason for me calling him again. I didn’t intend to call him after speaking to him earlier, but this has my curiosity piquing.
“What’s the random number?” Christian asks, his voice changing quickly to one I know all too well. I rattle off the number and he curses. “You should know that number, man. It’s Ethan Dalca’s number.”
“Fuck, why the hell would he be calling her?” I demand, fury growing inside me that someone as vile as Dalca would be calling her. The asshole is the same as his cousin. Why would Blake, who is beautiful, want to speak to a man like him? Better yet, is he the reason for her ignoring her phone?