Mastering Wren

Ch.37 Mrs. Wealthy

Mrs. Wealthy

Puddy Caita and Mr. Fox slowly get used to each other. I'm sitting on the couch as Puddy sits opposite me, eyeing me wearily. I have a feeling he knows I'm his new guardian. Mr. Fox is sitting on the opposite couch, resting his chin on his two front paws as he blinks slowly at Puddy. They were both falling asleep opposite each other.

Theo had offered to make some toasties for dinner. He was still naked, while I had put on my sleepy nighty. I offer out my hand to Puddy again and he tenses as I get closer.

I try scratching his neck lightly, and I'm surprised when he instantly leans into it. At the last moment he pulls away though, realising he shouldn't trust me too quickly.

"It's okay, baby," I whisper, "I'll buy you a big scratching post, one so tall you could never even dream of something that big."

"Ahem," Theo feigns a cough from the counter and chops through a prepared toasty with a loud crunch, "Mr. Fox might get jealous, Wren."

"Sorry, Dominus," I try the term, liking the way it rolls off my tongue.

"How are your injuries, sweety?" Theo asks, smirking with the term I've just used to refer to him as.

"Hip is still bruised, elbow is still sore, my wrist is still sore too," I shrug my shoulders, "But I'll be fine to work tomorrow."

"I wasn't thinking about tomorrow," Theo puts a plate with a toasty on it, on top of the counter, "Come get it, sweet cheeks."

I stand up and Puddy jerks; he was a very sensitive cat to movement. He glares at me again wearily through one opened eye as I walk past.

"You can't stop my love," I whisper back at him.

"You know what's funny, Wren?" Theo asks, taking a bite into his own toasty as crumbs fall down his chest and onto the floor. I just narrow my eyes.

"What?" I ask.

"You don't stumble on your words, ever, when you speak to felines," Theo leans forward and watches me as I sit on a stool opposite and eat the ham and cheese toasty he made for me.

I choose to ignore his last comment. I wasn't sure if it was an insult or a compliment but I didn't want to lose my recent high-mood from his proposal. This naked Greek hunk, proposed... to me? I was still trying to register the shock of it all.

But mostly I felt extremely content, even while eating the toasty and having Theo scrutinise me thoroughly as the crumbs rained down on my nighty while I munch down on it.

"Argh–uhm–"

"Don't talk with your mouth full," Theo raises a brow at me.

I just roll my eyes and he tilts his head a bit to the side, unblinkingly staring me down.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, either," Theo growls and I smile as I take another bite of my toasty.

He continues to watch me and I just smile as I eat.

"I admit. I'm irritated," Theo states, out of the blue.

"Because I rolled my eyes and tried to talk with my mouth open?" I ask, exasperated.

"Because you fell down a flight of stairs and now I can't fuck you the way I want to," Theo walks around the kitchen bench and heads towards the bedroom.

"Where are you...ah... where are you g-going?" I ask, nearly chocking on my food as I watch his perfectly sculpted butt clench and unclench as he walks away.

"What did I say, Wren?" he scolds loudly as he heads into the bathroom.

I cough into my hand and attempt to swallow my last bite a second time. I was a fast eater. I spin around on my stool to face the bedroom and he comes out holding his phone.