Page 16 of Unforeseen Love

I read his text, pretty much the same as what he’s been sending sporadically. How he’s sorry, she was manipulative, yadda, yadda, yadda. But his dick didn’t magically find its way to her pussy, and it wasn’t a one-off either. It turns out they’d be going at it for near on a year.

Regardless, I don’t trust him now. Even if I did forgive him, I can’t forget.

I also have a missed call from Aunt Meredith, and I hit dial.

“Teddy,” she says, answering on the second ring. No matter how many times I ask her to call me Theo, she just can’t seem to break the habit.

“Hi. How are you?” I ask when she answers, closing out of the applications, ready to shut down my computer.

“You know, trying not to panic, it’s all so unnerving.” I can hear the worry in her voice, and I know a lot of that is down to Uncle Ewan's health issues too.

“Try not to worry. You good for food and shopping?” I ask. I’ll run to Costco and grab them some shopping if need be.

“We’re good, but I think we might need to reschedule our dinner plans for Sunday.”

I nod before answering. “I think that's a good idea for the time being, or at least until we know more.” Shutting down my computer, I push to my feet. “I think that sounds like a plan.”

Aunt Meredith tells me about some TV show she’s hooked on and tells me I need to watch it. To be honest, it doesn’t sound like my thing, but if I don’t at least pretend to appease her, she’ll never ease up.

But when she starts giving me an earful about Orla and all the things she’s done to me and how, given the chance, she’d tell her exactly what she thinks of her, I feel lighter than I have all day. There isn’t a bad bone in her body, and yet, when her momma bear instincts kick in, she goes full-on grizzly.

ChapterEleven

Sienna

Theodore fucking Wainwright is everywhere I go, his presence increasing with each day that passes. And I am not sure how I will cope with going into lockdown. Working with him will be a test of my resolve, that's for sure.

I swear, if I have to walk out to find him wearing only his boxers one more time, I’ll kick him in the junk. What is it with him and his lack of attire? I’ve even found myself looking for men's dressing gowns.

No one should look so good after just rolling out of bed, and those tight boxers leave nothing to the imagination. As much as I hate to admit it, it’s hard not to let my eyes wander. Even I can appreciate a ripped body when I see it. He must secretly work out in his room or when I’m not around. I refuse to believe anyone looks that good unaided—it's sacrilege.

The worst part is he knows it too. If there was an image in the dictionary next to vanity, I am pretty sure it would be his mug shot right beside it. And he eats like he has hollow legs and is not fucking human––devil incarnate.

Walking out of my room, I have my face buried in my book, and it’s getting to the good part where the most unruly of the four is finally going to give in to temptation and take what he wants––about time.

“Woah, easy there, Morticia,” Theo says, his hands gripping my shoulders to prevent me from stumbling smack bang into his exposed torso.

See? Half-naked,again.

Is he doing it on purpose?

“Do you always stalk about in the hallway?”

He just laughs and shakes his head. “Such a spitfire,” he replies, and the urge to kick him in the crotch suddenly comes to mind. I almost laugh at myself for such a fantastic idea. That would sure as hell shut him up.

“Fuck off,Teddy.”

I don’t know why I use the name Ewan and Meredith call him, but I guess I was hoping it would hit him like a barb, but if anything, it does the opposite, and his features soften. His beard is perfectly trimmed as he smiles at me. The fucker smiles.

If my hands weren’t clinging onto my damn book in a lifelike grip, I’d throw them in the air in exasperation. Instead, I do the only other mature thing I can muster, and I poke out my tongue.

I instantly regret my decision. His eyes grow darker as his pupils dilate.

Suddenly, the hallway starts closing in and becomes almost suffocating. I move to go around him, just as Theo moves to go around me, and my body connects with his again. I let out a groan, but to my mortification, it sounds more like one of pleasure rather than one of frustration. He steps aside, hands in the air. Thankfully, other than that condescending chuckle that escapes him, he keeps his mouth shut.

But just as I reach the kitchen, I should have known it would be too good to be true when he calls after me…

“Love the PJs, by the way,” he says, and then the bathroom door clicks shut. It’s moments like this I’m grateful for my shower ensuite. I only have to share the main bathroom if I want a bath. I glance down at what I’m wearing—a short set covered in Dachshunds. I always wanted a sausage dog growing up, and besides, these PJs are super comfortable. Even if there’s a hole…

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