Page 60 of The Monster and the Masochist

I’d come so fucking hard.

And we hadn’t even done anything but grind against each other. We hadn’t even taken any of our clothes off.

How was it possible that I’d come like that for Theo when sometimes even my own vibrators felt like freaking disappointments?

And don’t even get me started on any of the men I’d had the displeasure of sleeping with over the course of my life.

With Theo, it had been different.

Like I’d finally found the missing piece of the puzzle, and suddenly I understood why everyone always talked about sex like it was this mind-blowing, amazing thing instead of some boring chore I’d sometimes resorted to when the physical need to get off had grown to be too much.

After doing… whatever that was with Theo… I felt so… relaxed, and calm.

I rarely felt calm.

Maybe Cal had been right this whole time… Maybe I was so uptight because I really did need to get laid more often...

But it was more than that.

Whatever that had been had been more than just sex for me, and from the way Theo had looked like she might literally start to cry after, I knew I wasn’t the only one feeling that way.

The thing was, Theo didn’t know what she was getting into with me, and I was worried that when she realized exactly how insane I was, she would go running for the hills.

But… judging by the way my body literally wanted to cling to her when she finally told me she had to go home or risk Jerry’s wrath, I feared it might already be too late.

I gritted my teeth, annoyed that she was putting on her shoes when I wasn’t ready to let her out of my sight yet.

My beast roused from where it had been sleeping in its cage, and my skin pebbled as its great, reptilian eyes landed on Theo.

‘She’s leaving us.’

‘Just for a little while, she’s coming back.’

‘Mmm.’ My beast’s eyes narrowed, and I clenched my fists anxiously. ‘Make sure that she does.’

Even though I wanted to demand she stay here where I could keep an eye on her, I knew I couldn’t let her see how much it was bothering me that she was going back to that sad, pathetic excuse for a home.

She didn’t even have anything on the damn walls for fuck’s sake.

She was basically a squatter in her own house, and I didn’t want her living there anymore.

She deserved better.

Besides, I couldn’t have her disappearing on me again and going for a ‘walk’ which I still think was just code for ‘fucking sexy bartenders.’

Maybe I should ask Vox if he still had cameras installed at Fairview…

“Cass?”

Theo was frowning at me, and I blinked, reluctantly shaking off my potential surveillance plans.

“Yeah, sorry. Was just thinking about logistics for our fake wedding,” I lied, and Theo gave me a hesitant smile.

“Alright. I was just saying… I guess I’ll see you next week for the…ceremony?”

Next week?!

Yeah fucking right.