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A few more slow, deep thrusts and he pulls out. Wordlessly, heundoes the belt around my wrists, rubbing the barely there marks. Theo gets off the bed, goes to the bathroom, and comes back with a damp towel.

He cleans the mess between my thigh, then himself, and lazily tosses the used towel on the floor before sinking into bed with me.

My body curls against his, relaxation washing over me. He presses a soft kiss to my hairline. “Feeling okay?”

“Better than okay.” I’m sated, tired…happy. Everything’s fallen into place. I have my dream job. I—my dream job! I never told Theo that I got signed. I sit up so suddenly that Theo jumps too.

“What’s wrong?” he asks immediately.

“I got signed.”

“What?!”

“I signed the contract earlier when I went to talk to Nathan. I forgot to tell you. I got signed!”

“Holy fuck. Can you not scare me like that, Roo?!” he snaps, holding a hand over his chest. Then a smile pulls over his gorgeous face. “You got signed!” His arms wrap around me, pulling me back against him. “Knew you would. You’re amazing. I told you that.”

It’s a shock that Theo didn’t know considering how…hands-on…he’s been with my career. “You didn’t know?”

“Nope.” He shakes his head. “This wasn’t me. This one was you.” He kisses the side of my head again. “We’ll go out to dinner soon to celebrate.”

My nose crinkles. “Dinner? You’re buying me breakfast, Abrams.”

“What did I tell you about calling me by my last name?” he growls. Suddenly, he’s on top of me again, pinning my body to the mattress. His lips are making a path from my collarbone down to my pussy, making me squirm. Right before he buries his face between my thighs, he murmurs, “I’ll buy you breakfast, lunch, dinner. Whatever the fuck you want, baby doll. I’myours.”

Chapter Forty-Eight

THEODORE

Uprising PPV

Detroit, Michigan

“Does it make you feel better to know that Hext has been bitching about this all week?” Juliette asks as she leans in the doorway. “He doesn’t want to win the title, feels like it should be Micah.”

“Everyone feels like it should be Micah. I won’t be surprised if the bastard walks when his contract is up,” I say, sitting on the couch and wrapping my wrists with tape. Doing a couple of layers to hide the razor blade and make sure it stays hidden. “It is what it is. Nathan thinks it should go to Hex.”

It’s not like I get a say in who I drop my title to. The gold-plated belt sits next to me on the couch. This is bittersweet. I haven’t experienced a lot of heartbreak in my life. There’s not much I let my heart get involved in. This stings though.

Championships come and go. I did what I had to do. Actions have consequences. Sometimes the consequences hurt, but I can still confidently say that it was worth it.

She pushes off the door. “I’m gonna go check up on him. I’ll see you two later.” She nods to me and Aurora before she disappears down the hallway.

Reaching over, I wrap my arm around Aurora’s waist and pull her into my lap. She looks stunning in a black lace jumpsuit. It hugs those curves that I love so much. “Think we could get it on real quick?” I ask, kissing the sensitive spot behind her ear and making her giggle. “It’s our last time in our own locker room. Might as well use it to our advantage.”

She leans back against me, her body melting underneath my touch. Shesowants to give in. “You’ll rip my outfit.”

I run my fingers over the jumpsuit, callused fingers snagging on the lace. “Probably,” I agree. “But we could run out and buy you something else after.”

“Mm, don’t think we have time. How about I make it up to you tonight?”

I grumble, not liking being told no. Sex would be a great distraction from how I’m feeling. Maybe I don’t need a distraction. I should probably feel my feelings or whatever. That’s what Aurora would say if I told her about the tightness in my chest. “Fine,” I relent, burying my face into her neck. Inhaling her sweet vanilla scent calms me a bit.

Reaching back, her fingers thread through my curls and I relax some more. “You okay?” she asks.

Lying to Aurora isn’t something I want to do. I’ve tried hard to avoid doing that since she became mine. No one understands how hard being honest is for someone like me who isn’t used to it. So far though, I haven’t fucked up. No rats, no PR scandals. I think Nathan is happy with me for the first time ever.

“Not really,” I admit. “Feels like shit. But…I guess there’s more stories for me when I don’t have the championship.”

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