Stand up

Theodore questioned, taken aback by the fact that she was speaking. He knew she thought he hated her, but that was a different story for him. He hated all Jones, but Irene was a different case; things were just over the top for her.

He had an overbearing nature. There was nothing to it, but with Irene, it was all the way.

"You already heard me, why do I need to repeat myself?" Irene's expressions turned sour as she questioned.

She felt like whatever she said went above his head, and he cared less about what she was doing or saying, which was surely a thing.

"Don't be so hasty with things, it's not like I need to do something to shut your mouth, little one. Or do I?" Theodore started walking and got closer to her.

He placed his hand on her soft cheek, rubbing his thumb on her pink, juicy lips. He couldn't forget how his first kiss tasted, having her as his first kiss.

He was just over the moon to have her as his first kiss. It was replaying in his head again and again, like a tape recor