Theodore:
Verity had completely forgotten about me.
The way she spoke to me, the way she reacted to me, made me realise I’d lost my charm in her eyes.
Everything that had happened the last time had been because of me.
I’d reacted stupidly for no reason.
I mean, Gigi had invited her here herself.
She had already forgiven her.
So why were we still keeping our distance?
Why was I keeping my distance from her?
It felt like every time she asked me something and I answered, she ended up disappointed in me.
She ignored me as though I was nothing but a disappointment.
I didn’t like that.
In fact, she didn’t even speak to Roman that way anymore.
She was only avoiding me.
My heart was breaking.
So I did what I had to do.
I had to see her.
I had to spark something inside her.
Now we were going to be living under the same roof again.
This was supposed to be the time for our love to flourish.
She couldn’t just forget me like that.
The moment I walked into her room and saw her, I couldn’t hold myself back.
Instead of saying a single word, I crossed the room, cupped her face, and pressed my lips against hers.
Her lips were unbelievably soft.
My hand slid into her silky hair and settled at the back of her neck, holding her close.
My lips moved slowly against hers, kissing and teasing them.
My other hand drifted to her waist.
It was impossibly tiny, but it was soft beneath my touch.
Her body radiated warmth.
As my hand slid lower towards her ass, I deliberately traced the curve of her body.
My palm travelled from her slender waist to her wide hips, memorising every inch of the distance.
Then I gave her ass cheek a firm squeeze.
She responded to my kiss in silence.
It wasn’t much.
Just the faintest response.
I’d kissed her so fiercely that she was probably still trying to catch up.
Then she completely shocked me.
She suddenly placed her left hand against my chest and pushed me away.
I studied her face carefully.
The way she pulled away from me, it didn’t look as though it had taken any effort.
It looked effortless.
"I have a boyfriend," she replied instantly, her voice cold and sharp.
"Yeah. That abusive piece of shit."
The words left my mouth before I realised what I was saying.
I’d never spoken like that in front of her, especially not about her boyfriend.
She turned to me and shot me a harsh look before letting out a scoff.
I didn’t understand what was so funny.
"So, Jaguar did share things with you, but when I asked you, you acted like you had no clue, huh? You told me to go and ask Jaguar. So I think I should ask him because he’s more truthful with me than you could ever be, even though we aren’t nearly as close as you and I–."
Her words hit me hard.
She knew there was something different between us.
To her, Jaguar and Ragnar were just her bosses.
But it hurt to hear her say that even Jaguar, someone she had no real relationship with, was better than me.
"I just wasn’t sure whether Jaguar would be upset if I told you that he’d talked to me about you," I explained.



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