Alina's Pov I didn't know what happened last night, but I couldn't deny it left me wanting for more. Wanting more of Theodore Maxwell. It was getting hard to look past his charms. There was no lie that he could easily get anyone on knees for him, and I too experienced it last night. The weirdest part was, he didn't even have to kiss me to have me panting for him. He didn't. All he did was give me a hickey. Yep he did that, but that was all. And I also know it only happened because he was drunk. He didn't know what he was doing. I convinced myself. Then why did I feel the need to go through it all again? Why did my heart wish he was actually in his senses when he told me all of those things? Shaking my head, I came out of my fantasies, and concentrated on the work at hand. I had to complete the book by next month at all costs. But it was just so hard to find the motivation to get your protagonists the happy ending when you are having a miserable married life youself. Slapping the lap

Theodore's Pov Was it worth it? Giving Alina a chance, knowing that she is the daughter of that rat? I think so. I couldn't help but change the way I think of her recently. She had proved me wrong in a number of things, and the curiosity to know her better got the best of me. I couldn't erase the protective urge that swirled in me on the day she cried. The day of her birthday and her mother's death anniversary. It pained my heart to see her tear-stained cheeks that day. For a moment, I was scared and didn't want to be the reason behind her tears. Why? I still don't know.But there was just something about her that had entranced me. There was no doubt she was so far the prettiest, most beautiful woman I had ever witnessed in my life. And none of it was plastic. It was all natural. But her aura, her elegance could really make anyone her fan. Mr. And Mrs. Summers were a good example of it. At the dinner at their house, I felt rage consume me seeing Nathan's advances on her. I knew he

TheodoreI smashed my lips on hers, cutting her off from whatever she wanted to say. My patience had officially ran out. I had enough. It was time to finally show her the beast I was. And how I devour my prey. She smacked her hands on my chest, trying to push me away. But her little attempt was of no use. Her strength was nothing compared to mine. It didn't even make me budge from my place, instead aggravated me enough to take her wrists in my hold and pin them above her head in a snap. A groan of defiance slipped from her mouth, as she tried to break away. But I wasn't having it. Plastering my chest against hers, I didn't leave a centimeter of space between us as I sucked on her lips like the hungry beast I was. She couldn't run away from me tonight. Why the hell was she even fighting it? Isn't this what she does with every other person that has a dick. She wasn't complaining in the video with Nathan. I continued to suck on her lip, nipping and biting them, eating them completely,

AUTHOR'S POVAlina awoke to an empty bed, the warmth that once enveloped her replaced by a chill. Her fingers traced the vacant space beside her, a silent yearning for Theodore's presence. After freshening up, she pulled on her dress, a sense of melancholy settling over her. The night of passion lingered in her mind, and she half-expected to find Theodore missing, perhaps off to an early day at work.Descending the stairs, hope flickered in her chest at the sight of him standing downstairs, impeccably dressed in his typical suit. A smirk crossed his lips, and she interpreted it as a positive recollection of their shared moments. Greeting him with a happy smile, Alina's anticipation was abruptly shattered.The atmosphere shifted as Theodore, without warning, tossed a stack of papers in her face. They fluttered to the ground like ominous confetti, and her eyes widened with shock. As the papers settled, he deadpanned at her, instructing her. “Sign it and get out.”Confusion etched her fe

Alina's povMy eyes fluttered open to an unfamiliar room, the dull throb in my head a persistent reminder of something unpleasant. The bed beneath me felt foreign, and as I attempted to sit up, a wave of dizziness washed over me. Panic set in as I struggled to piece together the events that had led me to this mysterious place.The door to the room creaked open slowly, and through the dim light, a figure emerged. Recognition sparked in my eyes as I squinted at her. I vividly remembered her from somewhere, though the details eluded me."Who are you?" I asked, her eyes narrowing with concern as I winced in pain."Hi, I'm Thea. How are you feeling now?" she continued, her voice gentle but laced with an underlying tension."Like I've been hit by a truck," I groaned, clutching my head in my hands."Well, you were, but a car in this case," Thea explained matter-of-factly, causing my frown to deepen.The memories flooded back – rain pelting down, headlights piercing through the storm, and then