Page 36 of Morally Corrupt

With a look of disgust, I leave the room and a confused Bianca on the floor.

The moment I'm out of the room, regret hits me like a bullet in the chest.

What the fuck is wrong with me? I keep repeating the same question again and again. How could I treat her like that? I can't deal with Bianca now. I can't even deal with myself. So, I do what any coward does. I run away. I leave the apartment, take a cab, and end up sleeping the bourbon off in my office.

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BIANCA

I'm dazed. My body hums with the merciless possession of Theo's hands. It's almost as if I was Pink again… Almost. But the look in his eyes as he'd stared down at me makes me pause.

"You look like a whore," he'd said. In normal circumstances, it could be construed as dirty talk. But coming from Theo, it's anything but bedroom talk. He'd meant it as an insult. But why?

On shaky legs, I get up and go to the bathroom. The cum leaks down my thighs. In any other circumstances, this would have been hot. Now… it felt sordid.

"Fuck this," I mutter as I divest myself of my torn clothing. Taking a quick shower, I look for Theo, hoping to talk this out.

Well… he certainly didn't waste any time in leaving.

I'm momentarily angry at him. Fucking me like a whore, in his own words, then insulting me and finally running away? That isn't my Theo. What the hell happened to him? Did I do something?

Suddenly, I'm too anxious to function, and with the coke in my system, I know I'm not going to be sleeping anytime soon.

I fish my phone from my bag and dial Theo. I can't just leave this as it is. He's never acted like this before. Tapping my foot anxiously, I wait for him to answer.

"Answer me, damn it!" It keeps ringing and ringing. I close the call and am about to check his tracker, but I suddenly remember I haven't set up a new one yet. Damn.

"Fuck," I curse aloud. I can't deal with this. Not with Theo like this, with no explanation. I try calling again. And again. It's probably ten minutes later of missed calls that he finally answers.

"What?" His voice is muffled, as if he's been sleeping.

"Theo?" I ask softly, not knowing what mood I'd find him in.

"What, Bianca?" he barks.

"Where are you? It's late, and I'm worried."

"Really?" His tone is sarcastic, and I don't like it. Not one bit.

"Theo, did I do something wrong? Please tell me what's going on," My tone takes a pleading note. I have no scruples when it comes to this man. If I have to throw my pride away for him? I'll do it in the blink of an eye. If I have to beg? I'll be on my knees day and night.

Please don't shut me out, I say a mental prayer as I wait for his reply.

A few seconds later, he whispers, "Bianca."

"Please, Theo, come home. We can talk about anything you like here. Please come back."

Another pause.

"I'll be there in a half hour."

"Thank you." He hangs up, and I release a breath I didn't realize I have been holding in.

I go about the kitchen and prepare a relatively easy meal. He'll definitely be hungry if he's been drinking. After I set the table, I take a seat. Staring at the clock on the wall, I wait.

It's like being in a trance. I focus on the clock hands moving with each second, each minute. I'm so absorbed in it that, hearing the front door open startles me. Lifting myself to my feet, I try to put on a smile for his sake.

"Theo," I say, a bit hesitantly. He's standing in the hall, his clothing wrinkled and disheveled, his bloodshot eyes red.

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