Chapter 6

Willow's kiss was awkward and unskilled.

Theodore stared at her.

Their bodies were plastered together.

He could clearly see her thick lashes and trembling eyelids. She was nervous and scared.

Something seemed to tickle his heart. His expression shifted as he moved his hand to her waist, deepening the kiss.

…

Willow was hot. She felt like she was on a boat, rising and falling with the waves. Her fingers dug into the leather upholstery of the back seat of a car as she tilted her head up to accept Theodore's kisses.

Things were getting steamy inside the car as they made amorous noises with their kissing.

Her eyes were tightly shut. In her heart was a mixture of pain and exaltation.

"What are you thinking about?"

Theodore gripped her jaw and tilted her head up, leaning close to her.

Willow bit her lip without saying anything.

"Open your eyes." He moved his hand upward from her waist, his warm breath fanning over her ear.

Seemingly unable to handle the torment, Willow opened her eyes to meet his dark, cold ones. Even at a time like this, Theodore's eyes were still devoid of emotion.

"Do you know who I am?" He stared right into her eyes.

"T-Theodore Bassett," Willow answered in a low voice, feeling shy and embarrassed.

"That's right. Remember who I am." He leaned down to give her another searing kiss.

…

Willow's head was pounding from her hangover. She opened her eyes to be greeted by darkness. She was in an unfamiliar room and tangled in the sheets on the bed. A myriad of men's and women's clothing was scattered across the floor.

Willow was taken aback for a few seconds before the memories of last night flooded her mind.

Fuck! She'd accidentally slept with Theodore in her drunken state!

Willow took a deep breath before picking up her clothes and putting them on. She was about to get out of bed when the bathroom door swung open lightly.

Theodore walked out in a black bathrobe. "Awake, are you?"

His voice was hoarse and deep.

Willow kept her head bowed, not daring to meet his gaze. She said lowly, "Yeah … Mr. Bassett, about last night, I—"

"Get a divorce." A cold, emotionless voice interrupted her.

Willow was taken aback. Her head flew up as she looked at him. "What?"

Theodore sat on the couch before her and handed her a glass of water. He said calmly, "You, get a divorce immediately."

It was like a bomb had been detonated in her mind. Willow accepted the glass of water from Theodore dazedly. "Mr. Bassett, I don't really … understand …"

Theodore looked at her with narrowed eyes. His voice was cold as he said, "I won't be the third party in someone else's marriage, so …"

He scanned her coldly. "... You have to get divorced."

Since this was a decision she couldn't make, he would make it for her!

Willow was dumbfounded. What the hell was going on?

What did his reluctance to be a homewrecker have to do with her having to get a divorce? It was something that she intended to do, anyway, but …

Hold up!

The realization dawned on Willow. Could it be that he was thinking of taking responsibility for this?

"Mr. Bassett, I had too many drinks last night. Look, we're both adults, and I won't overthink things like this. Besides … last night wasn't my first time, so you don't need to—"

"It was mine." Theodore cut her off icily.

"Huh? What?"

"Having sex for the first time." Theodore gave her a cold glance, sounding a little odd as he continued, "It was mine."

Willow was rendered speechless.