Until the End of Time (Urban) Book 6 | The Sideline Series

Chapter 19

Theodore

        I sat in bed waiting on Victoria to come home. The last time I saw her was earlier today when she stormed out of the club after hitting Lindsey, but it's going on three in the morning now and I haven't heard a word from her all day long. It seemed like I've been sitting in bed for hours waiting on her to come home too. Lindsey got in a few hours ago just before her curfew. Me, her and T3 stayed up talking and eating for awhile, but all of that grew old when they started questioning me about Victoria's whereabouts.

        I looked up towards the door when I heard the front door open and close downstairs. It wasn't long before I heard somebody coming up the steps. It had to be Victoria since everybody else was asleep. I quickly turned off the TV and flipped off the lamp, leaving me sitting in darkness. The bedroom door opened up, and it was Victoria stumbling inside of the room. She quietly closed the door, I guess because she thought I was sleep.

        "Fuck," she mumbled as she leaned her body against the door.

        She pulled off her heels and threw them across the floor. What the hell is her problem? I can't see her shoes, but I'm sure I paid a hell of a lot of money for them. She walked over to the closet and flipped the lights on so she could see, but when she went into the closet, I pushed myself under the covers so she wouldn't be able to see that I'm up and watching her.

        Within minutes she was walking out of the closet with her pajamas in her hands. It's three in the morning and she's just now getting home. Why is taking a shower the first thing that she does? What's she trying to clean off of her body? She flipped on the lights in the bathroom and started up the shower before climbing inside. The lights from the bathroom shined into the room, so they allowed me to navigate through the room without having to feel my way through it.

        I quietly crept into the bathroom and could see her scrubbing her body down through the sliding glad shower doors. She couldn't see me since her back was turned, so I just stood there watching her, waiting on her to see me. Victoria rubbed the bar of soap along her filthy and allowed the hot water to cascade down her body. She grabbed her face cloth and scrubbed her neck, as if she was trying to get something off of it. I swear if I wasn't upset with her, I'd jump into this shower with her and fuck her. But she has some explaining to do.

        "AHHH!" Victoria screamed, holding her hand against her chest when she saw me standing here watching her. She pushed the shower door back. "What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you just standing here? Shouldn't you be sleep?" she asked, trying to catch her breath.

        I couldn't even look her in her face. My eyes darted over to her red neck. It was red from her scrubbing it, but it was even more reddish brown in one large spot. That didn't come from her scrubbing herself. That looked like a hickey along her neck and collarbone that she was trying to scrub away, but she's stupid if she thought water was gonna take it away. Everybody knows a cold spoon against the hickey will cause it to fade. But she's really stupid if she thought I wasn't going to notice it. I notice everything.

        "What the hell are you doing in here?" she yelled again, this time trying to back up so I wouldn't see her neck.

        "What the hell is a hickey doing on your neck?"

        She slowly raised her hand to the hickey, trying to hide it but it was no use. I had already seen it and she knew I had. "I don't have a hickey."

        "Stop being a damn liar. What the fuck is that doing on your neck? 'Cause I know damn well my ass ain't give that to you," I replied.

        I can't even recall the last time I kissed Victoria, let alone kiss her neck. The most we've probably done was kiss each other's cheeks in front of our family, but that's it. We haven't had any acting in weeks, besides that one time we had sex in the bathroom at the club. But other than that, I haven't been close to her body at all. At night, we sleep as far away from each other as we possibly can. I'm hanging off one end of the bed, while she hangs off the other end. We don't even share the same covers anymore.