CHAPTER 4 

Theodora's POV

Shock rendered me useless, breathless — brainless even. I just laid there with my chest heaving as I felt Nate's muscled chest press tightly against my breast.

My singlet was of light material and I could feel my nipples pushing hard against his chest.

And it seemed he felt it too.

His eyes darkened, dropping to the neckline of my shirt and lingering for a torturous minute.

"Do you still want me to leave?" He murmured against my neck, his tone clearly suggestive.

"Or do you want us to share the room for the night?" He added.

The air between us felt hotter than fire.

I swallowed hard, my heart thudding with trepidation and — God help me— excitement. I could feel my core tingling hard, dampening my panties.

What the hell is wrong with me? 

I hated him. God, we hated each other. But why was his musk scent tantalizing my senses unrelentingly?

Why did he have to smell like that?

I shut my nasty thoughts off, closing my eyes as I summoned all the mental strength in me to focus.

"Get off me, please." I managed, trying to twist away from him.

But he didn't even bulge as he held me in place. And that was when I felt it, his erection pressing hard into my stomach.

Every ending in my nerves went rigid. My heart thudded against my ribcage as I swallowed hard.

Jesus christ! Did I make him that hard?

"You're gonna have to say that like you mean it, Teddy," he croaked, leaning in so close that I could hear his heart beating very fast.

My head was still reeling with confusion when I felt his hand suddenly snaked down to my bare thighs, tracing a soft line up.

A shudder shook me and I had to stifle the moan that tore from my throat.

"What- what the hell are you doing?" I could barely recognize my voice from how breathless it sounded.

His lips ghosted the shell of my ears as he replied, "I'm doing exactly what you want me to do to you. No need to pretend." 

Then his jaws tightened like he was fighting a feral monster within him.

"But if you really don't want this you can tell me. And I'll stop." 

I should've said something that moment—, i should've cussed him out, pushed him off me and bilt out, but I couldn't.

Not when his midnight blue eyes were on me, piercing through my soul with an intensity that's making my stomach somersault to hell.

God! I wanted him to touch me so badly. Like, I've never wanted anything so badly in my life.

I hated that I felt that way. But I couldn't help it. I was barely holding myself together.

As if he could hear my thought, he smirked lopsidedly. "That's what I thought" he mumbled.

Without warning, he crashed his lips against mine. The kiss wasn't soft, it was like fire and ice, consuming me with want and need.

I quivered as his tongue slid into my mouth, devouring my breath and drowning me with molten desire.

When his hands found my nipples, my mind emptied.

I squeezed my eyes shut as his thumb grazed my nipples— it felt so... mindblowing.

I moaned against his mouth, pleasure shooting through me. 

But at the back of my mind was the tiny bit of rationality I had left reminding me I was making a big mistake 

I was kissing my buggest bully. My rationality protested for me to stop.

But I couldn't.

Not when he tasted sweeter and hotter than a fifty-year old brandy. Not when his hands on my nipples were making me go crazy. 

I surrendered to the heat of his body, my hands winding around his neck as he thrusted deeper into my mouth, sucking on my lower lips.

"I want to taste you," the huskiness of his voice sent my temperature to a dangerous level.

He broke the kiss, dipping his head and tracing a path down my bare stomach. 

My breath hitched in anticipation, my blood quickening.

And when he shifted my panties aside and found my swollen clit with his hot tongue, I broke. 

He licked me slowly, starting at my folds, then sucking hard on the swollen buds. 

"Fuck!" I gasped, my fingers tumbling through his hair.

He increased his pace, spreading my thighs wider as he ate me out like he was starving.

He bit down on my clit gently, then gave a long lick, and God! I officially lost ny mind.

Never, and I mean not even once had Ashton ever cared to make me feel good. But this guy? He was undoing me like his life was on the line.

I couldn't even explain how I was feeling. The pleaure was so overwhelming like it was going to break me in half.

"Oh, Nate, please don't stop," I whimpered, my things trembling.

He growled against me, the vibration of his voice sending my sanity over the edge.

"Teddy, you're a dangerous —" the beeping sound of a phone cut him off.

He froze.

And I did too. But my head kept reeling like I'd just had too many drinks, the room spinning in my vision.

For a split second, I could barely make out Nate's face as he straightened up from in betwen my thighs and fished his phone from his pocket.

"I'm on my way," he answered the call with a deadly voice that sent chills down my spine.

Then he was out of the room without so much as a glance at me.

It was like all the rationality I had lost earlier came flooding my mind all at once. Reality crashed through my like a tidal wave.

Shit! What the hell have I dome?

I pushed off the bed, pacing the room. How the hell was I supposed to face Nate as from now on?

My stupid pesky libido had made me do the abominable.

Letting an asshole like Nate eat me out like candy— what the hell was I even thinking?

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I couldn't remember when exactly I slept off but the next time I opened my eyes, it was morning.

A text from mom popped up on my screen. [Come straight to Richard's house. We're meeting his son today.]

"What?"

I sprung off my bed immediately and quickly had my shower. After returning the key card to the receptionist, I took a cab to the address mom sent. 

I really didn't know anything about Richard's son's, asides the fact that his name was Johnathan and he was in highschool school.

According to mom, Richard had a very complicated relationship with his son and they rarely ever talk.

Even mom had never met him before. I took a deep breath, silently praying he wasn't as bad as mom described.

Finally, the cab screeched to a halt in front of a gigantic duplex that stood elegantly among other buildings around.

My mouth hung open with awe.

I knew mom always said Richard was a business mogul and that he was filthy rich, but this?

This, I never expected. I had to force myself not to gawk at the other neighboring houses as I walked up to the porch.

"You'll be just fine." I whisper to myself, inhaling deeply as I rang the doorbell.

But everything changed the very next minute as the door opened.

All the air left my lungs as my gaze locked on the face I never expected to see so soon.

"Nate?" 

"Teddy?" 

Our voice overlapped, the shock in Nate's mirroring my mine. 

What the hell was he doing here?

But before i could have the chance to ask anything, Richard's voice sounded behind Nate.

"You're here, Dora. Meet your soon-to-be stepbrother, Jonathan."

No! No! Absolutely no!

How could Nate Henderson be Jonathan, Richard's son? Why would he have two different names and—

I exhaled sharply as a sudden wave of comprehension slammed my mind. Nate... Jonathan. Nate was the short form of Jonathan.

Crap! I'm so doomed!