Heyy

"Get out." I whispered because I no longer had the strength to even talk to him. I watched him walk in and set some beautiful ass flowers on my table before looking at me.

He was in my house because obviously I couldn't stop him from coming in, it was like an ant fighting an elephant. The Theodore I knew didn't apologize to any– "I'm sorry." he said.

My eyes widened. "Your what...?"

Theodore sighed, trying to touch me, but I backed away, sitting on the couch. "I'm sorry, Stephanie. I pushed you away because I was trying to protect you. I wanted you away from the dangers of the job. You almost got killed because of me–"

"Why?" I asked, feeling the tears burn my eyes. Curse myself for feeling the need to be overly sensitive now. "Why would you do that for me, knowing–"

"Because I love you. I love you so much I am willing to lose you if it meant it would protect you. Ten years ago, I was twenty-seven and I had a murderer come into my house and try to kill me. If I had had a family, they'd be dead, and I swore off of having one. This Ximena situation proved my fears, I almost failed, and if you died, I'd never be sane again."

My tears fell down uncontrollably. "Theodore, I–"

"There is no world without you, Stephanie. I was trying to stay away from you, it was making me go crazy and my mother slapping the shit out of me didn't make it any better."

I gasped, laughing a little bit. "She slapped you."

Theodore nodded, slowly kneeling down in front of me and touching my face. "Stephanie, I am so sorry." I searched his eyes and found sincerity in them. In Theodore Trancy's eyes. "I didn't mean a word I said to you. All I can think about is you, protecting you, being with you. Will you forgive me?"

I sighed, berating myself for falling so easily, but I nodded, cupping his face and kissing him. I missed him so much, and he did too with the way that he kissed me back. "I forgive you." I whispered.

"Thank god," Theodore whispered back. "I missed you so much. I missed when you annoyed me, when you kick me in your sleep, when you come to my office unannounced, an–"

I pouted. "You're only naming bad traits Theodore."

Theodore chuckled. "But you're beautiful, you're too damn kind, you're so pure. But you'll always just be my whore."

I hugged him tightly. "I missed my little slut."

He chuckled, his huge hand resting against my lower back. "Will you move back in with me?" He asked. "I'm really lonely."

I giggled, shaking my head. "I have a lease. My landlord won't let me go–"

Theodore stood up, chuckling coldly. "Let me handle that."

"Um," I said with a doubtful look. "Forgive me for being hesitant but you're not exactly the nicest person."

Theodore scoffed. "Yes I am, I literally said all these kind things about you and I meant them."

I smiled, hugging his waist as I looked up at him. "I know you did, but this is probably the only time you will ever say those words to me."

Theodore shrugged. "If you now know them, there's no need for me to repeat. You know I love you, you know what I actually think of you now."

"So romantic," I rolled my eyes, speaking sarcastically.

"Sorry, I'm not a hopeless romantic like you, Steph. It's not necessary."

I bit my lip. "What if..." I put on my cutest face, watching his face contorted to unamusement. "What if I asked you to–"

"Don't care." he shook his head.

I crossed my arms. "I thought you wanted me to forgive you!" I exclaimed. "You're being really rude and mean to me."

"You said you forgave me though." Theodore pouted. "You even kissed me."

I crossed my arms. "You don't get to act normal yet, you have to be nice for the whole week, then I'll let you talk to my landlord and I'll move back in with you."

Theodore sighed, rolling his eyes. "Ok," he said calmly, placing his hands on my hips. He kissed my cheek repeatedly until I giggled. "I love you."

I gasped as he rolled his eyes. "I love you too." I pecked his lips and we both chuckled.

"Stephanie you're so stu–stupendously beautiful. I love your hair."

I narrowed my eyes. "Now you're being faked, bitch ass nigga." I pushed him away and he laughed softly.

"What do you mean? You asked me to be nice for the whole week. That's what I'm doing."

"You have never, in our entire how many months of knowing each other, ever complimented my hair."

"Why would I complement your hair when the head it's on is so fucking napp–natural."

I gaped at him. "Is it that hard, Theodore?!" I exclaimed in shock. "It's that hard to be nice, even to me."

"Babe, it's just my nature," Theodore mumbled. "My love language if you will."

I rolled my eyes. "You're such a weirdo. I know you're not going to complete the whole week."

Theodore shook his head. "I will, don't you worry."

I smiled at him, feeling extra happy. Theodore loves me. A man who said he wouldn't love anyone has fallen for me.

"Why are you smiling, weird–warmheartedly?"

I laughed so loudly, I tapped the couch a little bit as Theodore glared at me, unamused. "What the hell?" I laughed again, snorting. "Oh shit, you're too funny."

"I'm not." He immediately answered back.

I sighed. "You don't have to do this. We can just take it slow."

Theodore shook his head. "No. I don't want to take it slow. I already know every inch of your body, the fuck would I take it slow? You love me, I love you, move in with me after next week."

"Why?" I asked, just wanting to hear how much he loved me again. I smiled, eagerly and patiently waited for the annoyed man to say what I wanted to hear.

Theodore sighed. "Like I said, there is no world without you, Stephanie Ophelia Lee Anderson-Lewis and I love you very much."

I touched my chest, about to cry again. "Aw." I cooed happily.

"Now," Theodore clasped his hands together. "Can we have make-up sex?"

I immediately stopped smiling. "Seriously, fucker?"

SIGHHH

Sometimes I cringe at the parts of this book I wrote when I was younger lol 😂