Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 69

Chapter 69: 69-Burns Me Alive

Theodore:

Going to dinner with Gigi was an absolute must.

I had put all my friends on hold because I needed to make things right with Gigi.

I had made a mistake, and I had to fix it.

That day, I had seen Verity at the office too.

To be honest, all those feelings came rushing back, but I had challenged myself to do something different for once.

I could not hurt Gigi over a woman.

I convinced myself that maybe I was only going crazy over Verity’s body. Her scent, her skin—

Then, when I met up with Gigi, she accidentally touched me again.

She was very innocent.

She did not understand these things.

She would accidentally touch people anywhere without thinking much of it.

She never felt anything from it, but I did, because, at the end of the day, I was a man.

A lot of times, my attention would drift to her clothes.

Whenever she bent down, more cleavage than necessary would end up in my line of sight, and then I would blame myself for noticing.

She was innocent, and looking at her that way felt wrong.

What was I supposed to do?

Her nonchalance sometimes made me feel strange.

Embarrassed.

Ashamed.

Feelings like that.

Then I told her about Aster.

I could tell she was a little upset, but because she never wanted to fight with us, argue with us, or make us feel as though she was forcing her opinions on us, she always swallowed her discomfort for our sake.

Honestly, I did not like Jaguar for it. What the fuck was wrong with him?

All he had to do was come to Gigi and ask for her permission before bringing Aster back into his life.

Look at me. I was fucking dropping Verity for Gigi. And Aster was no competition to Verity.

When we arrived at the hotel, I had booked a luxurious table for her on the rooftop.

We had a great time. We talked, ate, and planned the trip.

Then Gigi accidentally got a little too excited and spilled some of her drink on herself.

"Oh no," she uttered. "Is it bad?"

She slid her chair closer to me. I quickly grabbed a napkin and started wiping the drink from her neck.

While doing so, I noticed that her dress had slipped down significantly.

"Do it here too. I feel so dirty," she complained, pulling her dress down even more without realizing how much she was exposing.

Her dress edged to the side, revealing her areola.

I swallowed hard but did not say anything. Otherwise, she would feel awkward and guilty.

So I continued helping her clean up.

My fingers and the napkin brushed against her areola, and I felt my heartbeat start to rise.

After all, I was just a man. Not just any man, but an Alpha.

Under circumstances like these, anyone’s desires would go crazy.

"I don’t know. It seems like a lot of this drink got on me."

She grabbed a tissue, and as I pulled away, she took over herself, slipping her hand under her dress from the top.

I watched her rub at her chest without even realizing where my eyes had wandered.

I felt as though I was witnessing something forbidden.

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