His Wet Nurse

Dangerous feelings (36)

Theodore felt his joints weaken from tiredness, he'd been on his foot for twenty hours. He was glad all that had paid off as he held information he needed while stepping into the foyer of his office. He couldn't return to the Brick mansion as much as he wanted to, there was a lot to take care of.

Being exhausted wasn't an excuse, he'd washed his face with cold water, stretched his lean arms and shoulders before heading to his office mid day with one objective in mind.

His jaw dropped in surprise at the woman before him. She stood forever regal in her rich white chiffon blouse with gold plated ring on her left shoulder. It glistened under the afternoon sun, her lips were bare of anything: an uncommon occurrence. But as much as her face looked bare, Theo could see the faint streaks of makeup on her. C'mon, he'd bedded her enough to know what her bare face looked like, she was a beauty with or without it.

"Regina," he opted for her full name instead, not ready to give her the impression that their relationship was good. She took a heavy calculated step his way, picking at a nonexistent debris in her manicured nails.

"Theodore," she whispered more with relief, "Can we talk, in your office?" She added when he didn't make a move. Without much hesitation, Theodore took the lead towards the elevator. He had much to do so he best get over with her.

It didn't come as a surprise to Theodore how much familiar Regina was with him. She was the only woman whom he'd ever let this close to him after his father's death. Perhaps the reason why she made herself comfortable with a bottle of his finest scotch.

He sat at the far side of the room and stared as she poured herself a drink, her neck tilting back to let out a low sensual moan as the drink seeped into her system. She licked the corners of her lips, then focused her gaze at him. "Do you have cigar?"

"What do you want Regina?"

"Gina," she corrected. Unsure of where to begin, she moved forward wrapping her hands around her. "I need to tell you something Theodore, it's very important."
Nothing came from him, just utter silence.

"I shouldn't be doing this but_" she rubbed her hands flat down her thighs in an uncomfortable manner. "Your involvement with the organization is about to be bursted, the government is after you."

"What did you say?"

"Listen, I'm telling you this risking my life and career as a journalist but the colonel and my father_"

"Your father?!" Theodore thundered. "What has George Hobart got to do with this?"

"Kiera May put a bid on your head, anybody who has factual proof of your activities might be spared of theirs. And Daddy wants to sell you for his safety." She hurried to sit beside him with a forlorn expression. "He wouldn't have opted for this if you'd agreed to marry me. You were our only hope, our only chance to not go under as this new government came into office,"

Theodore let out a dry chuckle, it didn't reach his eyes though as they seemed more murderous than ever. "You mean a collateral?"

"No! Not that. All I'm saying is that there's still a chance to rectify this situation. To stop the colonel from using my Daddy to get into power and for Makeer and the organization to thrive. I'm sorry I let anger blind me in the past, I didn't mean to threaten you Theo, but please think this through." She begged. He gazed into her pretty eyes, that empathy and concern she held for him only made his belly churn with disgust.

"I don't fear your father nor the colonel dear Gina, I only fear that they underestimate me." He confessed, a dark look crossed his face as he spoke.

She put a hand on his hand resting on the couch, Theodore's gaze fell on her action. The meaning behind her daring affection stared in his face, stark blue. He'd hoped she wasn't that way, that she was as innocent as she appeared. That her words were truth and her actions as clear as the morning sky, that she didn't wear a facade around him but yet again, look what trusting people had done to him.

He sat up on the couch and pulled her to straddle him, her tight skirt rolling up as she sat on his thigh.
Their stares pierced through each others souls as his hands worked slowly behind her derrière, clasping as much of her as he could, eliciting a gentle moan from Regina.

"Gawd, I've missed you. Us," she muttered, lowering herself to capture his taut lips in a hungry kiss. He held her as she moved her hips in rhythm hoping to pleasure him into having sex with her.

"What is it?... you don't want this?"

"Not that..."

"I could make you feel better if you let me," she tugged at his pants but he slapped her hand away from his zipper.

"Don't, there's a lot on my mind. Let's reschedule," he stood, unbundling her on the empty space beside him. Regina frowned when she saw no tightness below his pants, her efforts hadn't even made him virile with need.

"Please, Marry me Theo," the words left her lips before she could swallow them back. "I know this breaks your rules but I'm tired of pretending that I don't love you! I'm so damn tired of pretending like I don't want to wake up in your arms every fuckin day! I want to be your wife Theo, I love you and have loved you since the moment Daddy introduced us at that grand opening event!" She stood to match his towering height. There was much boldness to her shoulders now, much less weight in her chest as she was unburdening herself.

"I will do anything for you, daddy cannot even hurt you if I say so but most especially, I have something that will ruin the colonel if you agree to marry me."

His silence only made her more worried, he wasn't saying anything, not necessarily glaring at her but he had an unreadable expression on his face.
Regina threw her hands up, "Please Theo, I'm begging you. You know how this goes against my every belief as a modern woman but I don't care about my reputation, all I care about is to quench this longing ache of you in my chest. It'll make my life fulfilled if you give us a chance. I don't want any other man on planet earth except you Theo, they don't make my blood rush or insides warm at the very sight of them like you do, p-please,"

With slacken shoulders and a face as sad as death itself, Regina snatched her purse from the mahogany table as she prepared to leave. Her heart felt clogged with unshed tears, her exit felt more like a walk of shame than a save-your-ego kinda exit. Rather than feeling light after unburdening herself, she felt more heavy hearted as she made to leave.

"I'll think about it, Gina." Theodore said behind her. Those words where all she needed for the weight in her heart to disappear, and for a small smile to spread across her angelic face followed by a surge of tingles all over her body and soul.

With determination in her steps, Regina headed home to dislodge any further plans that might be of ruin to her future husband.

When Theodore finally returned to the mansion it was late in the evening and few minutes after dinner time. He'd been gone for a day and half and needed a long evening bath before anything else. When he flicked the lights on in his cozy bedroom, the yellow streaks did wonders to remind him of the near passionate encounter between him and Jema. It was right there on his kingsized bed, the same sheets. If he wanted to, he could still fish out the exact glass she'd drank from in the rack. But he wasn't about to be delirious over an employee.

It still stung him how she'd abandoned him in the middle of their lovemaking, hopped off the bed like a lady cat that didn't want to be disturbed. He'd thought of endless reasons why she would've done that but came up blank. He still did as he stood under the shower and scrubbed off the stinking scent of Chanel No 5 Regina had worn to his office. Her choice of perfume sometimes threw him off, he wondered why every woman thought smelling like a stuffed boutique was desirable? Too much was bad for his nose. He liked them light, almost nonexistent yet fresh like the scent of skin.
His mind flew back to Jema, noting that he'd made those remarks with her in mind. "Puta!!" He shot off the shower and proceeded to towel himself dry.

What was wrong with his train of thought?
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