Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150: 150-I Want To Taste Those Pussy Lips Again

Theodore:

I was in my room getting ready to leave for a client’s meeting when I heard a familiar voice.

I rushed onto the balcony, but I didn’t see anyone outside.

So I walked out of my room, and from the second floor, I saw Verity.

She was walking toward the back alleyway, and I knew where she was going to end up.

Jenna was right beside her.

I quickly rushed over to catch a glimpse of Verity.

The moment I arrived, I saw how she looked.

Brown looked so good on her.

My heart started beating louder in my chest.

She had a little scarf-like thing hanging around her neck.

Then I had to send Jenna away. I had to.

Because how could I not?

There was a part of me that was still living in the past.

That stranger.

The smell of her sweat, the scent between her legs, the taste of her.

It lingered for too long.

Sometimes, when I closed my eyes, I could still find myself there.

But she was not here.

That night, she didn’t come to my room.

But I did have something that was connected to her, her panties, the pair she had left behind that night.

"So, how do you like this place?" I said to Verity, who cast a brief glance around before nodding.

"I mean, it’s beautiful. It’s really grand. We can hold an event here," she responded casually, looking around as she walked toward the staircase.

"But we’ll have to decorate it differently for the birthday. I don’t want it to have the same feel as the maid ball. Otherwise, it wouldn’t make any difference."

She continued, making me nod.

This was the first time a woman was speaking and I was just silently nodding.

Usually, I would have some input, even if I didn’t know what she was talking about.

I always wanted to be included.

I always wanted to be heard.

I usually wanted things to go my way.

But not with her.

I just couldn’t say anything to her.

All I could do was nod along with her.

In the back of my mind, I hadn’t forgotten about the Oliver thing.

Whatever Oliver had done to her that made her complain to the Moon Goddess about him, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

"You know, this area could be perfectly—"

As Verity was speaking, I cleared my throat.

"Sorry for interrupting, but you haven’t seen the kitchen yet," I said, pointing toward it.

I felt like scum for doing that.

I had recreated that one incident with almost every woman I had come across.

Some of them had even bought themselves gowns.

Others, I had gifted gowns to.

Then it was always the same.

I made them wear a mask.

The mask was different from the one she’d worn, though.

That original mask was somehow never found.

Even though others had worn the same mask that night, she had done something different to hers.

None of the others could truly imitate her.

I didn’t know what it was about her.

I just couldn’t get her out of my head.

Even when my friends laughed about her weight and everything else, she stayed on my mind.

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