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I shake my head. “No. But to let him believe that for so long? Who does that? She’s a disgusting person.” I hear the venom in my own voice.
Aria leans back in her chair. She nibbles her lip in silent contemplation before speaking. “Yeah, she is. I can’t believe the lengths some people will go to, just to keep someone who doesn’t even want them.” Her gaze shifts over my shoulder, a wistful look taking over. I don’t have to follow her line of sight to know she’s staring at Bishop.
“What’s going on with you two?” I ask, changing the subject.
Her eyes snap to me, and she sighs like she has the weight of the world on her shoulders. “We’ve fucked several times since he told me it’s over and each time, I think he will change his mind. He hasn’t. I used to be strong, independent. He’s turned me into a mess. I’ve become that girl. The one who pines after a man that doesn’t want her.”
My chest tightens at her words. Aria is strong. She should never feel embarrassed about being vulnerable. I grab her hand. “He does want you, Aria. I’ve seen the look on his face. Whatever is going on with him, he’ll come around.”
She looks so sad, I want to cuddle her, protect her like she’s done with me. “I don’t think he will. He’s made up his mind. But thanks for your positive words.”
I smile, squeezing her hand. “He will. I know it.” Jerking my finger towards the hall, I say. “I’m just going to the restroom and then we can get out of here.” I push out of my chair as Greg does the same. I shake my head. “Stay here, the toilet is just there.” I wave my hand as if to prove my point. “I doubt anyone is going to grab in there.” He sighs but does as I ask. I make my way to the bathroom, quickly pee, then wash up.
Pulling the door open, I freeze, my eyes widening when someone steps in front of me.
“Hello, piccola,” is all I hear before I’m shoved back inside. I hear the click of a lock before I’m pushed against the wall.
“What are you doing, Theo?” My heart is pounding but I can’t say it’s not good to see him. Have him this close to me.
He crowds me, his muscular chest and arms trapping me against the wall. Leaning in, he whispers so low, so fucking sexily it makes my pussy throb. “I have given you time. Now I have come to collect what’s mine. I don’t care about theprince,” he spits the word in disgust. “It’s time to show you just who you belong to, who that perfect cunt of yours belongs to.” He runs his nose up my cheek and inhales. “In case you have forgotten, the answer is me. You. Are. Mine.”
Oh god. His words shouldn’t turn me on, but they do. Jesus, they do. Before I can answer, his lips smash down on mine, and he claims my mouth in the way only he can. I respond to him, giving my all. This spurs him on, and he turns almost animalistic. He shoves my dress up and I hear a zipper, and he does all this whilst still kissing me like his life depends on it.
Breaking the kiss, he watches me. His eyes are feral, full of lust. “If you want me to stop, you better tell me now.” Do I want him to stop? Not really. I should, but I don’t.
I shake my head. “I want this.” Admitting that I want this. Him. Makes me feel lighter somehow.
He grins. Scooping me up, he wraps my legs around his waist and pulls my panties to the side. I shiver when he runs a finger up my slit. He pushes one inside of me and pumps a couple of times before he pulls out, lines his cock up with my entrance, and shoves inside me. Fortunately for me, I’m soaking from our little make out session, so I’m ready for him. Unfortunately for me, I haven’t had a cock inside me since Theo and I forgot just how big he is. He takes my lips, swallowing my cries as he thrusts into me relentlessly.
Pulling away he smirks. “You’re always so fucking wet for me, piccola. Does he make you this wet? Hmm? I doubt it. I bet he doesn’t even know how to work your pussy properly.”
I stare at him. I should come clean. Tell him that Franny and I aren’t what he thinks. I don’t do any of that though. Instead, I watch him, watching me as he fucks me. I briefly wonder why I’m allowing this to happen. I want it, sure. But I shouldn’t let him back in this easy. Not into my pussy or my heart.
All my thoughts are lost when he thumbs my clit and an orgasm barrels through me, unexpectedly quick. I come, screaming his name into his shoulder. He follows not a second later. I feel him still, his cock jerking as he coats my insides with his release and marks me as his.
Dropping his head into the crook of my neck, he peppers kisses on the sensitive skin. I shiver. Both loving and hating the effect he has on me.
“Fuck, I forgot how good you felt around my cock, baby,” he rasps.
I’m just about to open my mouth, to push him away when the door rattles, followed by a knock. “Thalia?” Greg’s deep voice sounds.
Shit.
Shit.
Shit.
I drop my legs and shove a smirking Theo away. “Coming, Greg,” I shout, trying to make myself look half decent and not like I was just fucked.
“What are you doing in there?” I don’t miss the hint of suspicion in his voice.
“Nothing. I was just on the phone with Francois.” Theo grimaces at the mention of Franny but then smirks.
He leans in. “I lost control. That wasn’t supposed to happen, but I’m glad it did. Now you can go home toFrannysmelling of me, full of my come.Me, the man you really belong with,” his voice is a growl. I know he hates the thought of me with someone else. I would feel the same, but still, I don’t correct his assumption of my relationship with Francois. “When are you going to stop this shit and give in? I love you, piccola and you love me, despite thinking otherwise. Mark my words, I won’t stop until you are where you’re meant to be. In my arms. At my side. I don’t care how long it takes.” He slaps my ass. “Now run along, baby, don’t want your shadow to break the door in.”
I look at him. Really look at him. Although his words scream arrogance, I see the hurt and vulnerability in his eyes. I sigh, push up on my toes, and kiss his cheek. “I will see you tomorrow.” And I mean it. I’m done hiding. Done fighting my feelings. I’m not going to rush into anything with Theo, but he at least deserves the truth.
Tomorrow, I will tell him Francois is just a friend. I know if the shoe was on the other foot, I would hate it. One of the things I have always loved about Theo and me is how honest we are with each other. We’ve always communicated our fears, our thoughts, and it helped, given the situation we were in. There was only one time he wasn’t honest and that was when he turned up at my apartment with Mel and ended it. But he had good reasons and he soon told me the truth.
I owe him the same respect and honesty. I’m ready to tell him the truth. Even if what comes next scares me.
