Novel & Cerita Black Theodore

I looked down the hallway and through the other side, and there was actually no one in sight. My heart hammered as I approached the large double office doors with D. BLACKWOOD engraved on the metal plate. I forced my trembling hand to knock. No answer. Great. I knocked again. Still nothing. Screw it. I pushed the door open— —and froze in place. Damian Blackwood sat behind his massive black desk. Sharp suit. Cuffed sleeves. Jaw tight enough to crack a diamond. He didn’t look up at me. Not even a glance. I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off by his deep voice.

Then black. Nothing.

I said. Dominic smiled. It didn't reach his eyes. "Brave words. Let's see if you can back them up. We've selected our champion." The massive doors at the far end of the chamber swung open. A figure entered, backlit by torchlight. Seven feet tall, broad as a door, covered in scars that told stories of violence and victory. Thorne Blackwater. I'd seen his photo on Luna's laptop. But photos didn't capture the raw menace he radiated. He moved like a predator, each step deliberate and deadly. His eyes found mine across the chamber, and something cold slithered down my spine.

“Leah, It’s Brax. Please open the door.” I froze in place.

"You've grown so much." Lorrie frowned slightly. "We've never met." "No," the old man whispered. "But I carried you in my arms the very day you were born." The courtyard fell completely silent. "My name is Theodore Blackwood," he announced. "I served your late parents faithfully. I also attended their funeral." Lorrie's heart tightened painfully. "You knew my mother?" "I loved her as if she were my own daughter." He turned his gaze to Lorenzo, a spark of recognition in his eyes. "And I deeply respected your father, young man."

He was the one who begged me to be his fake girlfriend and barely two hours into this arrangement he is suddenly confessing things like he actually means them and somehow I am the problem. A laugh slips out of me before I can stop it because this fucking bastard, it really is a thing with the Blacks, being unbelievably dense. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Kade Black, you’ve got to—” I cut myself off when I notice him pulling his shirt off, revealing blacked out tattoos across his chest and just as I expected full sleeves inked down his right arm. His body is lean and defined in a way that becomes impossible to ignore once he is no longer fully dressed and for a second my brain comple

The elevator doors open, “Have a good day, Miss Blackwood.” “You too, Henry,” I call out as the doors close. “You bake for your doorman?” Luke asks incredulously. “Henry isn’t just a doorman. He’s the sweetest.” Luke narrows his eyes at me, “The sweetest? You and your doorman?” I almost choke, “God no. Henry is married.” I smack his arm, “Minnie is his daughter. She came in one day because Leah, his wife, was sick. It was the school holidays, so he didn’t have much of a choice but to bring her to work.”