Novel & Cerita Theodore Payne

Hell, no! She was lost in her thoughts, when the door opened and in walked Theodore, who took her breath away. He was a tall man, and when he dressed in those lose shirts with three top buttons undone and tall pants with his feet bare, she wanted to jump on him. He had strangely large feet, and his bare feet turned her on. It was weird, but what could she do. “Mornin’.” He said and Palma slid in the trolley behind him. “Thanks, Palma.” Theodore thanked and Palma went away, leaving Theodore to push the trolley.

At this point, I didn't even know why I was having this conversation at all. Madeline leaned back, blowing out a long sigh. “You know, for someone who looks like he could kill a man with just a glance, he really is the worst when it comes to feelings. Or talking. Or existing around people without emotionally maiming them. What you're doing is not going to help you when it comes to him. You're just giving him the space that he wants to have.” A reluctant laugh escaped me, dry, sharp. “That’s generous. If that space can actually give me the peace of my mind, then I would rather I give him galaxies between the two of us.”

Theodore said seriously. "Oh? And where are they?" Peter asked. "Give me a moment," Theodore said, walking toward the front door. A few moments later, standing before Peter and Alden, were a young woman—who looked even younger than Peter—and a young man about Alden’s age. "Peter, Alden…" Theodore said, looking at them intently. "This is Fiona Sawyer, my wife and the mother of my son, Adam Bennett Sawyer." He placed a hand on the young man's shoulder.

“I’ll pay you. Whatever you want. Name your price.” “I don’t need your money, Adrian. I have plenty of my own.” “Then what do you need?” The question hung in the air between us. Theodore studied me for a long moment. Then he leaned forward slightly and rested his elbows on his desk. “What I need,” he said slowly, “is for my daughter to marry well.” My blood went cold. “Excuse me?” “Mabel.” He said her name like it should mean something to me. Like I should understand what he was offering. “She’s been quite taken with you for some time now. Follows you and your brothers around whenever she gets the chance. I’m sure you’ve noticed.”

Theodore did not move. That frightened Violet more than if he had shouted. Theodore Cain was a man built from movement contained. Rage contained. Grief contained. Desire contained so tightly it looked like cruelty from a distance. But that name froze him. It took the whole man out of the room and left only the wound. Mrs. Blythe whispered, “Mr. Cain.” Theodore blinked once. Then he was back. “Stay here,” he said. Violet laughed once, sharp and disbelieving. “Have you met me?”

“Goodbye, Theon.” His expression shifted instantly, the defiance draining from his face, replaced by emptiness. His body grew rigid, his eyes glassy, completely under her trance. Theon stood motionless, waiting for her next command like a puppet waiting for its strings to be pulled. She stepped closer, her fingers brushing over my bloodied knuckles gently. Her touch was cold, colder than death itself, yet so oddly comforting.

Heck, it looked pretty expensive and Alexander wondered how Martinez could afford such a place. " Because I'm your best friend. Also, you wouldn't have gone this far without me." Liam smiles smugly. Alexander sighed, as always, his friend was saying the truth. They both got out and knocked on the wooden door. Minutes later, it was opened by an old woman in a maid outfit. The woman led them in where they met William seated in the living room by a table filled with various disges and wine. " Good evening,Mr Payne. Please have a seat." William nervously gestured towards the empty seats beside him.

Dear Brian, I am writing this letter to you to let you know that I will be coming back as soon as I can. So sorry about what I had done to Millie. But I was angry. Yous see, I loved your familyand you. I hav done so much for you and your family and then when you were incarcerated I waited for you. But then you bring in this little brat who takes my place? I hated her since day one and wanted her gone. Just so you should know that you better sleep with one eye open cause I am coming back sir. See you soon. Sincerely,

The man collapsed to his knees. "What is your name?" Tia asked him gently. There was something sensual about her voice, and I smiled at her. "Theodore, Theodore Welsh," He managed. His voice sounded raspy and dry. "Please get him water," Tia pleaded with someone close by and bottled water was brought for Theodore. "Don't rush it," she warned him and watched the guy sip gradually.

his crush rolled his eyes and they all agreed. "I'm with you on that one." Tristan nodded. He turned back to Dylan to stretch out his hand. "I'm Theodore, you can just call me Theo." Theodore. "Oh, I'm- you already know mine." Dylan took his hand and as he watched his hand disappear into the big firm veiny hold of Theodore, it only took a second for him to have dirty thoughts that dried up his throat. He swallowed hard. "Well," he turned to the others, his hold still on Dylan. "Don't let me interrupt you any further, I shall leave you to the night."