Claire & Theo

18.

"Damn it." Theo grunted lowly.

He opened his mouth to speak but Claire covered his mouth with her hand. She put her finger over her lip signaling to stay silent. He raised his eyebrows questioning her actions.

She then turned around and directed herself to the door opening it with a small distance to the person on the other side of the door, "Tell him, give me two minutes, I will be there shortly."

She shut the door behind her locking it on the way as well.

"You heard me, we have two minutes..." she turned around giving him a look that he was down for.

"Wait... what?" Everything was moving fast for him.

She walked to him and quickly grabbed his neck, pulling him closer, to kiss him. Her lips met his and he was completely lost in her rosy smell. He grabbed her waist making her able to make the connection even closer between them.

He grunted when she pulled herself up on him making her legs circle around him. He grabbed her bottom swiftly and bit her lip during that motion.

She moaned at his actions, "Theo."

"You asked for this." He sat down on the sofa whilst she fell onto his lap.

Claire finally let go of his lips, both breathing heavily, "Two minutes are over."

"Can I have some more time?" He ran his hand up her leg.

She brought her face closer to his and smirked, "no."

He chuckled at her smirk, she then got off him to walk out the door, and he shouted lightly, "Dinner at my place at 7pm, my chauffeur will pick you up."

She opened the locked door and smiled, "Okay." Then she was gone as if the kiss did not just happen in this room.

The room went quiet, and the Theo sighed because he now knew that the situation is going to be much different and importantly, his heart went deeper for the only woman that can control his mind.

His phone's ringer went off and he looked at the caller ID and saw it was his mother. Whenever Theo's mom calls him, it is always something worrisome. He picked up the phone, "Hello mum."

"Hello sweetheart, I wanted to ask about what the hell is going on with your sister and my poor child, Peter." She sounded sweet but he knew his mother, she could be vicious. All these character traits were given to his sister, Nicola, unfortunately.

"Isn't she your biological child? But it makes sense to worry for Peter though." he shrugged, "Well, don't worry about the media, it will die down soon. No one would believe them to be dating anyways."

"That's true... join me for brunch tomorrow? You never spend enough time with your mother!"

"Mum, I hope you know that I'm out of the country right now. I don't think I would make it in time to reach California by tomorrow morning with all the work I have piled up right now."

"That's why I am already here to not waste time, make haste tomorrow at the CN tower, I booked a reservation at the restaurant for two hours. Be there." she said the last part grimly.

Then she cut off the call abruptly and sighed, "Mum, why do you do this to me?"

He eventually got up off the couch and fixed his hair and made sure that any Claire's evidence of kisses was not over his lips. He looked in the mirror and noticed the tiny scars on his neck showing up out of the collar of his shirt.

They still felt freshly cut, the blood was burning.