Chapter 133 Trouble
Theron’s Point of View
Evangeline pushed her chest forward, obviously trying to drag my attention down to her cleavage, but despite knowing this, my eyes remained fixed on her green eyes.
“I have nothing to say to you on a personal level,” I answered, pushing myself back, and she sighed.
“I know Eden must have said a lot of bad things about me.” Her voice was innocently low, and I raised an eyebrow.
“I don’t know what you consider bad. Recently, I have been forced to believe people have a different sense of morality,” I explained disinterestedly. “Most people don’t even have a conscience.”
“You can just find out for yourself what kind of person I am, don’t you think?” She smirked, and I chuckled. I’ll admit, she was quite charming; there were things she did with her eyes. They were sinfully beautiful, and it made me wonder just how dangerous Eden would be if she decided to do the same thing.
She would be lethal.
And you know, I think I prefer my Eden, coy and innocent. I don’t want her to look at every other man like this.
“Personally, I would prefer not to, but you are not giving me much of a choice in here, are you?” I asked jokingly, and she pouted.
“You hurt me.” She sighed, getting up. “You can just think of me as a curious little sister who came to spend some time with her big brother.”
Except that she wasn’t looking at me like she would look at her big brother, as much as I would love to send her out of my office, I thought I could entertain her for a little bit. She walked towards my chair, stood behind me, her fingers crawled on my shoulders, and she began to massage me.
Her fingers pressed softly and sensually into my skin through the shirt I was wearing.
“Since you want to defend yourself badly.” I started in a more serious voice; I was overwhelmed with the urge to shove her away. “Tell me about, Uriel, is that not his name?”
She froze for a minute, her fingers stopped when they got to my neck, and then laughed before she continued. Working her fingers, back to my shoulders.
“Eden told you about him.” She inquired, and I nodded.
“She described him as an evil, dirty, backstabbing scumbag, who slept with her sister.” I worded exactly as she had used. “But you know it takes two to tango. I thought to myself, wow, what a bitch her sister must be to sleep with your sister’s fiancé.”
She laughed before leaning into me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders.
“If that is how you see me, but I think we are alike, though.” She whispered in my ear.
“You think so?”
“I mean, right now, you are also married to your brother’s ex-girlfriend.” She muttered, her breath hot against my ears, and her hands ran along my shoulders.
Fair enough.
She continued anyway.
“How long have you had eyes on what belonged to your brother? Do you love Eden or do you just want to see your brother suffer?”
The moment I saw Eden, I knew she was mine; she was only with the wrong person at the wrong time; it was different compared to what Evangeline. Just like Uriel, Thorne was useless. Why do you go in search of iron when you have gold? There were steps and processes to getting to where I am now, and I couldn’t have been more patient.
“Is it the latter for you?” I asked instead.
“Ugh, Uriel was a jerk, but you? You look like something I want. You’re big, muscular, and fucking hot.” She leaned even closer to me. “You don’t need to resist me, love. You know you want it. People like us need this thrill to survive, don’t you?”
I fell silent.
“Eden doesn’t have to know, but if you let me, I will give you the best fucking sex in your life, right here on this table.”
That sounds like such a good idea.
I wonder what my best sex was going to feel like.
A smirk crossed my lips as I suddenly picked her up from the floor. She wrapped her legs around my hips almost immediately, smiling seductively at me, pressing her forehead against mine, and holding my face in her hands.
I placed her delicately on the table, leaning into her until our lips were centimeters away.
“But I would have to warn you,” I say as she begins to take off the top of her scrubs, revealing a white tank top. She bit her lips provocatively. “I don’t get off from just sex.”
“What?”
“I find it more pleasurable when the faces of my women are twisted in pain, nails digging into my skin, and curses on their lips as it turns blue.” A small frown crossed her face as confusion flooded her. “Just the thought of the kind of face you make as life slips out of you is getting me hard for you, babe.”
“What? No.” She tried to get off the table, but I grabbed her neck, slamming her back on the table, and locking my thumb against her throat, intentionally cutting off her air supply.
She struggled hard against me.
“Shh, be calm,” I told her purposely, as I held her in place. “Just a little more, I am almost there.”
Her lips parted to scream, but nothing came out; she made choking and gurgling sounds. Her fingers dug into my wrists, leaving scratches on my hands, and her legs tried to kick me, but I was standing in between them.
“I knew it, you had more fight than the rest of them.” I urged her. “Don’t worry, you are doing so well, right now.”
Tears welled in her eyes as she desperately tried to remove my thumbs that pressed dangerously on her windpipe.
“Uh-uh…” She tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t form; her green seductive eyes weren’t so sexy anymore, they were wide, wet, ugly, and filled with the fear of death.
The struggling finally reduced, and she jerked slightly, so I released her. She wheezes as she rolls off the table, and she falls on her chest, crawling away.
She made these little sounds, like a pig taken to slaughter; I felt so itchy, ever since she touched me with those filthy fingers of hers.
I might need to take a bath and change my clothes or something.
“You are forgetting something, Evangeline,” I muttered as I picked up her scrub top from my chair. The wheezing continued, and she coughed. She was only a few inches away from the door, so I walked up to her, the tears spilled down her cheeks that were red, and my fingers were printed beautifully on her neck.
“You wanted to know what I thought about you.” I crouched down to her level. “In all eight minutes you spent in my office, I realized that I’m allergic to you, and I have red patches everywhere you touched me. So, I’ll let you off with a warning, the next time you try this again.”
I grabbed her jaw roughly, not minding how my nails dug into her skin.
“I will gouge out these pretty eyes of yours from your sockets and keep them in a jar.” I smiled sweetly, and she screamed before getting up and running out.
I might have overdone it.
I scratched aggressively at my neck. Although I think I am genuinely allergic to her, I need to air out the office, too; I can smell her everywhere.
“Dr. Adler!” I heard a high-pitched screech that belonged to Lola from outside, and she burst into my office. “There is trouble.”