Theo’s mind was a mess. It was such a tangled knot of jealousy, rage, and something he didn’t want to name—something softer, something that felt too close to fear. He took a breath and forced himself to calm down, stepping away from Janine’s door because he knew if he didn’t, he might say something he couldn’t take back—or worse, he might do something he’d regret.He needed space. He needed to breathe.So he grabbed his keys and left the penthouse, his footsteps echoing in the hallways. He drove without thinking, the city lights blurring around him. He didn’t care where he was going—he just needed to be away from her, from the way she looked at him with those hurt, accusing eyes.He found himself pulling up to the bar his friend Mark owned, a place he’d gone to countless times before. Tonight, though, it felt different—like even the familiar neon lights couldn’t chase away the storm in his head.He walked in like he owned the place, ignoring the curious glances and the way the music s
When Theo dragged Janine to his car, he didn’t bother with gentle words or tender gestures. He just opened the door and all but tossed her inside, like she was nothing more than a piece of luggage. She stumbled, catching herself on the seat as her heart pounded in her chest.Theo climbed in after her, his jaw tight, his expression carved from stone. He slammed the door shut and started the car without even glancing at her.“What was that?!” Janine’s voice trembled with a mix of disbelief and humiliation. “What the hell was that, Theo?”He didn’t answer at first, his hands gripping the wheel so hard his knuckles turned white. “What?” he finally muttered, his voice cold, dismissive.“What?!” she repeated, her voice breaking. “You know exactly what I’m talking about—the way you walked up to me, the way you put your arm around me in front of Javier! Like I was… like I was yours to show off!”He didn’t even bother to look at her, his eyes fixed on the road. “Why do you even care what he th
The clink of glass echoed in the empty penthouse.Theo sat on the edge of his expensive leather couch, a half-empty glass of bourbon in one hand, the bottle resting dangerously on the edge of the coffee table. The golden liquid glowed in the sunlight pouring through the wide floor-to-ceiling windows, but he didn’t see any of it. He was lost in thought—dark, twisted thoughts—centered around one woman.Janine.She hadn’t been gone more than a few hours, and yet it felt like days. Time dragged slower when her presence was missing from the space. He’d gotten used to her quiet footsteps, her soft sighs, her scent lingering in the air like temptation itself.And now, without her?He was unraveling.Another sip burned down his throat. His jaw clenched. He hated this.He hated feeling.Why was she affecting him like this?He wasn’t built for this kind of shit. Relationships? Emotions? Vulnerability?No.He handled billion-dollar mergers with more ease than the simple question of why Janine wo
It had been days since that night.Days since Janine let herself fall—body and soul—into Theo’s arms, only to wake up feeling colder than ever.Since then, she kept her distance.Every glance she threw his way was brief, guarded. She spoke to him only when necessary, and even then, her words were clipped, polite, distant. During meals, she stayed quiet. During mornings, she left the room before he even got out of bed. At night, she locked her door—not that he tried to open it.But Theo noticed.And it was driving him mad.She wasn’t yelling. She wasn’t accusing. She wasn’t demanding answers.She was just… gone.Present in body, but far, far away in spirit.It made him restless. Made him remember her lips on his, the way she clung to him like she needed him more than air. And yet now? Now she couldn’t even look at him for more than five seconds.He felt guilty. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but the silence she left behind was a punishment worse than any confrontation.So when Janine r
Janine stirred awake to the sound of a door softly closing.She blinked against the early morning light filtering through the curtains, her body aching, sore in the places where his hands had claimed her, where his lips had scorched her skin. The sheets still held the warmth of him, the scent of him. She instinctively reached to her side—Empty.Her hand brushed against cool fabric. Theo was gone.For a moment, she lay there frozen, her heart twisting.Of course he’s gone.What should I expect?Last night’s memories flooded back like fire. The kisses, the touches, the way he said she was his. The way he looked at her like she was the only woman who existed.And now?Now, the bed was cold. And so was the room.She sat up slowly, pulling the blanket around her chest. Her body betrayed her again by remembering the pleasure, the moans, the way she melted under him.But her mind? Her heart?They were screaming.She wasn’t supposed to feel this way.It was just sex. A sex that pays my mothe
Janine barely made it to her bedroom. Her heart was still thudding in her chest, her lips swollen from Theo’s bruising kiss, her thoughts a mess. She gripped the door handle and started to close it—Only to feel it stop with a hard thud.Theo’s hand was there.He shoved the door open with firm resolve, stepping into the room like a man who had lost all restraint.“Theo—what do you think you're—”Before she could finish her sentence, he grabbed her by the waist and crushed his lips against hers.It was chaos. Heat. Hunger.Janine gasped against his mouth, pushing at his chest with trembling hands, trying to catch her breath—trying to remind herself she couldn’t let this happen again.But Theo didn’t give her the space to think.His mouth moved urgently over hers, tongue brushing past her lips, claiming, demanding, consuming. She let out a soft moan before she could stop herself. Her body betrayed her, arching toward him, craving his touch.She tried again to pull away. “Theo, stop… wha