Theodore watched Aria from his cabin. His eyes locked onto her through the glass. Her every move a fucking torment. Controlling himself was like wrestling a goddamn beast—his hands itched to grab her.
His heart hurt to see tears in her eyes. If he had not praised Bella. Aria would have ended up in George’s team. The way George was pushing more towards Aria, Theodore’s heart ached with jealousy.
He saw Aria standing and grabbed her file. She marched towards his cabin. Theodore straightened his posture and pretended to be working when she stormed inside.
“What happened, Miss Aria?” he asked. The tears in her eyes were still evident. Now when they were alone, his cock screamed to pin her against the wall and fuck her until she forgave him.
“What was wrong with my presentation, Mr. Theodore Windsor?” Aria demanded. Her voice was practical. That formal tone, calling him like a fucking stranger, was a dagger—he hated it. “What’s there you didn’t like?”
Her anger made her hotter. Her tits
