Morning walks on the beach are nice, but his favorite is to wait until the sun has set. He says the waves crash differently against the shore when the moon has risen above the clouds.
“Will you take me?” I ask, wiping the stream of come away from my chin while he kicks back on his desk. His tousled hair is going to have to be fixed before we walk out of this classroom. No one would believe he was tutoring me, emerging from his room looking like some sort of sex god. It was hard enough to stay silent while he was feasting on my cunt. The last thing we need is to be caught because he didn’t straighten up.
Staring at me with relaxed, cerulean eyes, he nods. “Just say when.”
He shared that when he was eight years old, he wanted to be an astronaut. That way, he would be able to touch the stars and maybe feel his mom one final time.
She died of stage four breast cancer when he was seven. It was devastating. Not only did it destroy whatever comfort he had at home, but it made his father cruel.
Being the youngest, you would think he would have had it easier than his siblings, but his father pushed him to be just like him. Strong, cunning, unshakable in his foundation, all the things that make up a terrific lawyer.
Theodore didn’t follow the path his family laid out for him, and because of that, his father thinks of him as a failure, as if somehow that makes him less of a man.
His mother didn’t feel the same. Even in death, she took care of her favorite child, leaving behind millions in an offshore account. Apparently, she came from old money,Kennedykind of funds.
Theodore is secure for life, not needing to work a day in order to live lavishly. But he chooses to because he genuinely loves what he does.
Beth came into the picture when he was twenty-five, a year before he was set to graduate. She’s some sort of town royalty, he explained. Her family owns one of the largest bank companies in the state. It made her one of the most desired women in Rhode Island, but she only wanted him.
They were inseparable at first. I could imagine that, a young Theodore Ellis, so enamored and besotted with Riverton’s shining star.
Like all abusive relationships, this one started out perfect, and then he got married, and a few years later, the woman he fell in love with was no more.
He admitted, reluctantly, that she’s become violent with him. But in the beginning, she chose not to strike him with her fists. What does that matter when words can be as sharp as blades?
Hers are.
They cut him down and berate him for not being the man she can mold and manipulate. She wanted the wealthy lawyer or corporate CEO, not the humble high school history teacher hiding millions.
Evidently, she seems to have found that in her coworker, Joshua Kellar. He’s almost a decade Theodore’s senior.
She’s a fucking idiot for not valuing the husband she has. How could she think a man like Theodore is replaceable? Of course, he isn’t, but I appreciate her stupidity. It gave me the man of my dreams.
And it’s that man who stops my heart as I enter the humid gymnasium.
He’s the first thing I see when Marie and I step through the door. Sitting on the bottom bleacher, Theodore chats with my calculus teacher, Ms. Carver. Their faces are close, a few mere inches apart. I would have felt jealousy at how intimate they appear, but there's no need. The minute he spots me in the crowd, he only has eyes for me.
“Hey, I’m gonna get a hot dog. Do you want one?” Marie asks, staring intently at something across the gym.
Shaking my head, I politely decline. “I’m going to find us a couple of seats.”
We split off in two different directions, her toward concessions and me across from Theodore. I want him to look at me as Ms. Carver wastes her efforts flirting.
I’m able to snag two spots on the third bleacher from the bottom, putting us directly in sight of the wrestlers.
Christian is on the mats, stretching and laughing with Randall Owens, his teammate, and best friend. They do a few practice moves, and I must admit, it’s fucking hot to watch. I may not want Chris, but I wouldn’t mind being pinned down and restrained. Maybe Theodore could learn a thing or two.
Or fuck, maybe he already knows.
I’m going to need to find out.Soon.
My imagination is running wild with thoughts of Theodore nailing me to the floor that I almost miss someone calling out my name.
Down on the mats, Chris cups his hands around his mouth, shouting my name over the energetic crowd. He races over, jumping through the seated visitors until he’s kneeling at my feet.
“I’m glad you came. I didn’t know if I was going to be able to see you before the match began,” he says, doing his best to keep his eyes on mine and not on the shirt slipping down my chest. It’s not an easy task. I made sure of that, wearing my best push-up bra. Its emerald hue makes the slight golden tones of my skin glow. I wore it with a simple black shirt so that it could be seen through the sheer material.
I did it to distract Theodore, but it seems I’ve caught Christian’s and a few others’ eyes as well. That doesn’t bother me, but it does Mr. Ellis if his reddening face is any inclination.
