Frozen Valentine

to find her looking as if she were going to faint on me.
I hope to fuck she doesn’t I’m not trying to deal with a woman fainting or anything else. I told Christian she could stay here but fuck if it’s not going to be hard to stay out of her pants. She’s a beauty in her flannel shirt and black leggings. Hottest part of her dressed like this and I’m sure she doesn’t realize it but the buttons aren’t done up enough and I can see the top of her tits perfectly.

Chapter Four


Blake
Oh crap. Shoot me and blow me out of this world.
I don’t know if I want to be angry right now and throw this pot of chicken and dumplings at him or kiss him and say thank you.
Why the first because he’s finding this whole thing amusing where I don’t. None of this is funny. He’s all but told me my brother has lied to me and this makes me feel like a fool. And I wonder what else my brother has lied about. But I won’t throw my soup at him. I worked too hard to make it.
The second where I could kiss him and thank him is for me having Blue. She’s the one thing I have that’s constant. As much as my parents hate her, they can’t get rid of her without me noticing. Also, Christian informed them if they did, he’d make their lives a living hell. I don’t know what he meant by these words, all I know is our parents listened.
God, I’m an idiot either way. This man, Theo De Luca, is a stranger and I’m stuck in this cabin with him. A cabin that belongs to his family, but my brother told me he rented it for me. Why would he do this?
Can I even trust to stay in this house with Theo De Luca and know he won’t hurt me? God knows I’ve been a naïve dimwit allowing my parents to have their way with so many things, I’m not even sure.
Scooping out two bowls worth of chicken and dumplings, I hand one to him without speaking another word to him and go sit in my spot I’d claimed on the couch. My phone lights up on the coffee table but I ignore it. I know who it is and I’m not about to answer it. I won’t. I refuse to listen to them rant and claim I’m an idiot. It’s bad enough I already feel like one.
I don’t need them to tell me.
They’ve told me enough over the years.
No matter how good my grades were in school. I made straight A’s every year, but it was never good enough because I wasn’t in the top five of my class. To them if it’s not their way and what they want, they’re never going to be happy.
At least until I do as they want and marry some jerk who will cheat on me. I don’t want that in my life.
It would be nice to, for once in my life, find someone who wants me for me. Tears prick at my eyes as my phone lights up once again.
“Are you going to answer that? Or is there a reason you have it on silent?” I nearly jump out of my skin at Theo’s voice, I hadn’t even heard him sit in the seat on the opposite end of the couch.
Instead of giving him words, I shrug sullenly and lift a spoonful of chicken and dumplings to my mouth. I blow on the amount I’m holding to my mouth and test it with the tip of my tongue finding it’s good. I ignore Theo while doing this needing to not have him question my phone going off. It will continue to go off.
“You want to answer my question? I could always just answer it and figure out for myself why you’re not answering,” he quips.
“Leave my phone alone,” I mutter and eat some more.
“Blake, your phone is staying lit up, if you’re ignoring someone wouldn’t it be better to turn the damn thing off?” he suggests.
“Christian told me to never turn my phone off. That I should always have it on me,” I grumble, feeling like an even bigger fool. Why would he say this? I’m confused and angry right now at all that’s going on in my head.
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Theo sitting forward, placing his bowl on the coffee table, and snagging my phone up into his hands.
“What are you doing? Give me that,” I snap, putting my own bowl down and launching myself at him to get my phone from his grasp. Nothing about my phone lighting up is any of his business.
Only when I launch myself at him, I end up straddling him in the process as he holds my phone out of my reach. Damnit, I hate being short, if I were taller I might have longer arms and be able to reach it.
No. instead, what do I do? I press myself firmly against him. The only thing that stops me from reaching further is when he groans and I realize my breasts are pressing into his face as I lean into him to get the damn phone.
Shit. Someone shoot me now.
“Um, I’m so sorry,” I murmur shyly as I go to pull away and to move away from him. Only his hands move like lightning and he grasps my waist. I don’t miss the clatter of my phone hitting the table next to me but my focus at the moment is trying to keep myself breathing. Especially as I meet Theo’s lust-filled gaze.
His hands at my waist hold me firm to him and I don’t know what to expect. Not even when he positions me over his harden shaft, that I can feel pressing against his sweats. With the thin material of my leggings there’s not much between it and me. And God knows I’m tempted