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Chapter Twenty

THEODORE

A ll I can think about is pushing Aurora against the locker room wall and making her scream my name loudly enough for everyone to hear. I’ve been silent since we left the ring and it’s making her tense. She’s flitting around the room, full of nervous energy. Seeing her on edge is a cute.

She’s not a natural promo, but she’s been working on it. What she said tonight is probably the most comfortable she’s sounded on the mic. I wonder how much of it was real. Is that how she truly feels? Like I see her? Because I do. Fuck, she’s all I see these days.

I almost kissed her in the center of the ring. My cock aches when I think back on it. I almost had everything I’ve been wanting for weeks now. Her lips on mine, her gorgeous body under my control.

She rummages through her luggage, grabbing some clothes. I raise an amused eyebrow in her direction. “Are you showering?” I finally break the silence that’s been lingering between the two of us. “You didn’t even wrestle.”

“I like showering. It relaxes me.”

A smirk tugs over my lips. “Something stressing you out, baby doll?” I cross one leg over the other, hiding the slight bulge in my slacks. “I know a great way to relieve stress, actually. Want me to join your shower and show you?”

Her green eyes narrow as she adjusts the clothes she’s grasping in her arms. “No, Theodore , I don’t want you to join me.”

“You know, I can always tell when I’m really tempting you, Roo. You call me Theodore in that sexy voice of yours. I could make you—”

“Nope. Not doing this. I’m gonna go shower,” she says as she turns toward the bathroom. She stops in the doorway, and I feel a glimmer of hope. She turns to look at me, leaning her shoulder against the doorframe. Aurora looks like sin in that dress that I paid for. “ Alone ,” she adds.

“No fun.” I pout as the bathroom door closes.

As I relax back on the couch, I fuck around on my phone. A quick search confirms that Savannah has a surprisingly decent club scene. That gives me a way to blow off some steam. As much as I want her to, I know Aurora isn’t going to come back to my hotel room. We haven’t gotten that far yet, but we’re going to.

I’m not stupid. I see her resolve breaking the more we spend time together. She’s beginning to understand that maybe I am a monster, but I’m the sort of monster that she wants to eat her.

When I hear something coming from the bathroom, I stop everything I’m doing on my phone, lowering it into my lap. I have to hold back a laugh.

She’s so goddamn…cute.

Fifteen minutes later, Aurora comes out of the shower. Her dress is neatly folded in her arms. She’s wearing a pair of leggings and a ratty old T-shirt. Seeing the look on my face, she rolls her eyes. “What’s funny?”

“Your outfit is very cute, Roo. I’m surprised there’s not a salsa stain on your shirt somewhere. ”

“That’s my other comfy shirt. I’ll make sure to pack that one next week.”

“Aw, already dressing to impress me?” I place a hand over my heart. “I am flattered.” She’s scowling at me, and I keep going. “Was that Fleetwood Mac? That you were singing in the shower.”

Her lips form a cute little ‘O’ shape before she brushes it off, shrugging. “It’s very weird that you were listening to me shower.”

“Well, I had to hear if you were moaning my name,” I pause when I notice her freckled cheeks tint pink. Circle back to her being cute. “Instead, I got serenaded. I didn’t know you were a Fleetwood Mac type of girl.”

“What type of girl do you think I am?” she asks as she walks over and begins to repack her bags. I notice her take the utmost care with the dress, and that makes me smile.

Standing up, I stretch my arms over my head. “Haven’t figured that one out yet. Maybe you could show me. Go out with me tonight. There’s a club downtown that looks like it’d be fun. I could buy you a drink. You could enjoy it. You could enjoy me.”

It’s a risk. I don’t expect Aurora to agree to go out with me tonight, but there’s a part of me that’s a hell of a lot more hopeful than I care to admit. I want to spend some time alone with her outside of work. Maybe I won’t be able to prove that I’m not a total dickhead or anything, but maybe she won’t entirely hate me by the time it’s over.

“I’m okay.” She brushes me off, dropping her rolling bag to the floor and pulling up the handle. “Plus, we have that convention tomorrow, yeah?”

I make a face when she reminds me of that. I hate conventions. Hours dealing with the general public who basically despises me. It’s extra money. It’s good marketing; usually not good press, though. Not when I’m involved.

Convincing Nathan to book Aurora for the convention too was easy. Whether she likes it or not, we’re a packaged deal now .

I don’t push her to come out with me. Aurora doesn’t respond well to pressure, and I don’t want to pressure her. I want her to pick me. For some unknown reason, that matters to me.

“That means you can’t have some fun or something?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. But I let it go. “Your loss. See ya bright and early in the morning, baby doll. Text me if you need anything, all right?”

My hand grips blonde hair, trying to get my brain to focus on the beautiful woman on her knees in front of me. I didn’t take a lot of time to study her face. One look at her body and what she was offering me, and we ended up in the club’s bathroom. The graffiti-covered door is locked, but I’m sure it could be flung open with a single push.

Her neon yellow dress is pushed down, her tits hanging over the top of it. They’re nice—really nice. Normally, this would be doing it for me. Her head bobs up and down on my cock, her tongue swirling around my shaft. Blondie is pulling out all of the tricks. I squeeze my eyes shut, thrusting into her mouth as I try to concentrate.

My grip on her hair tightens as I fuck into her mouth. If I close my eyes tight enough, I can imagine glossy plump lips and red hair, pretty green eyes looking up at me. I think of Aurora and I swallow back a groan.

What is she fucking doing to me? I can’t even get my dick sucked in a club bathroom anymore without her flooding my thoughts and ruining it for me. Blondie sucks harder, taking my entire thick length down her throat without gagging. I thrust harder. I just need to come. I need to come and clear my mind. Think of anything but Aurora for a single goddamned second.

She’s fucking ruining me .

Her fake nails dig into my thighs, pulling me closer. Blondie slows down. She’s getting lazy, and I don’t blame her. It’s not like I’m giving her much. I squeeze my eyes shut tighter, thrusting harder into her relaxed throat. “Suck,” I hiss.

What would Aurora look like with her mouth full of my cock? Would she still glare at me? Or would she look at me with fondness? Would she enjoy it or would she do it because I want her to? Of course not; that’s not who my Roo is. She would never put her enjoyment second. Especially not for me.

My balls tighten. I’m so goddamn close. I’ll blow my load, give her some attention and then I’ll bend Blondie over the sink, fuck into her cunt, and I won’t think about red hair and green eyes. I won’t wonder about all the details of that tattoo along her side.

My phone buzzes, and normally I wouldn’t give a damn, but something in my gut is telling me to check it. Without pulling my cock out of her mouth, I grab my phone from the pocket of my slacks. She doesn’t seem fazed, probably thinks I’m taking a picture or a video or something.

Like I’m some weirdo who keeps trophies of all the girls he fucks in club bathrooms.

There’s a text from Aurora on my screen. Opening it immediately, I read it twice to make sure I’m not imagining it.

Are you busy? Can you come to my room? It’s okay if you can’t. I need someone right now.