Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All

Chapter 49: 49-His Hand Slipped Into My Bra

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My hands rested against Theodore’s chest while he held me close, one hand beneath my elbow, squeezing gently in reassurance.

"Did you see his face?" he asked.

There was a rough edge to his voice, as though every word I spoke fueled his anger.

"No," I muttered, slowly pulling my head back enough to look into his eyes.

"You know I’ll fucking destroy him, right?" he said, his jaw tightening.

That was when I noticed his eyes darkening.

The green was barely visible anymore.

His pupils were expanding too.

"But he took the chain," I said, pointing toward my neckline.

The scratches on my skin were still visible.

The sight seemed to make him even angrier.

The muscles in his jaw flexed, and the veins in his neck stood out.

Then I winced.

"What is it?" he asked.

His eyes immediately softened, returning to their usual color as concern replaced his anger.

"The stone—it fell inside."

I paused, biting my lower lip.

"Inside my bra, and it’s—it’s itching."

I spoke so softly that the words were nearly lost beneath the rain.

He looked down before meeting my eyes again.

"It’s okay. Let’s get you home and change."

The next thing I knew, he had slipped his arms beneath me and lifted me into his embrace without another question.

He carried me to the car and carefully set me down inside, not seeming to care that my soaked clothes were getting his seats wet.

Then he went back for my bag.

He had gathered everything he could find and stuffed it back inside, though it was all mixed up now.

He even retrieved my phone from the sidewalk. freeweɓnovel.cøm

After placing everything in the car, he climbed into the backseat beside me.

I shifted uncomfortably and rubbed at the area near my bra strap with my thumb, trying to ease the irritating sensation around my chest.

"Are you okay? Do you want me to get you some water or something?" Theodore asked, his attention entirely focused on my well-being.

I shook my head.

"No, it’s just—" I turned toward him in my seat, scratching absentmindedly at my bra. "It’s really bothering me," I uttered, pouting.

He went silent for a moment before shaking his head.

"Um, where’s your home? I’ll drop you off, and then you can check it yourself," he said.

However, just as the weather forecast had predicted, the hailstorm started.

The driver immediately pulled into a nearby parking lot and backed the car into an empty spot.

"Um, I don’t think I have that much time," I complained.

Theodore swallowed before giving it some thought.

"Please give us a moment."

The driver opened the door and stepped out.

Thankfully, there was a covered area nearby, so he wouldn’t be standing in the storm.

There was some construction work going on in the distance, and the driver headed in that direction, probably to talk with the workers while he waited.

Now it was just Theodore and me in the car.

I could tell his emotions were running wild.

His eyes kept drifting down to my bra.

"Do you want to take it off? I mean—I’ll look away," he offered.

I shook my head again, still pouting.

"I don’t know. I just don’t want to take it off," I mumbled.

An awkward silence settled between us.

Then Theodore leaned closer, his large frame somehow making the space inside the car feel even smaller.

"Do you want me to take it off?"

The words came out almost as a whisper.

Very shyly, I nodded.

"That would be helpful," I admitted, subtly hinting at my long nails.

If I tried to reach inside and search for the stone myself, I might end up scratching my skin.

The moment I gave him permission, I watched him gulp.

After I gave him the green light, Theodore moved closer, his gaze lingering on my lips.

He slowly began unbuttoning my shirt.

We were sitting across from each other in the backseat of the car.

Outside, hail hit against the shelter, filling the silence with a loud rhythm.

And yet, I could have sworn our heartbeats were louder.

Once he finished unbuttoning my shirt, he pulled it open, and for a moment, he looked completely captivated.

I could see the shine in his eyes.

He moved closer, lowering his head until his forehead rested against mine.

That alone told me how close he had gotten.

Then he placed both hands at my sides, guiding my arms apart.

One of my arms stretched toward the front seat for support, while the other rested along the seat beside me, giving him a clear view.

He held me gently, and I could tell he was momentarily stunned, as though he were trying to take everything in.

When he tightened his grip slightly, a yelp escaped my lips.

His eyes lifted to mine, and I noticed a look of satisfaction on his face.

Then his attention dropped again.

My bra was no longer sitting quite right, and part of it had shifted out of place and my areola became visible.

I watched him swallow hard.

Unlike Jaguar, Theodore wasn’t hesitant.

As far as he was concerned, he already had permission to help.

He reached forward and touched the areola with his fingertip.

"I don’t think the stone is there," I replied, my voice uncertain, though there was a hint of teasing in it.

He chuckled.

Then he leaned down and wrapped an arm around my waist, catching me off guard.

Before I could fully process what he was doing, he shifted our positions.

In one smooth movement, he rolled us over so that he occupied my seat while I ended up in front of him.

My back pressed against his chest.

He leaned over my shoulder, bringing his face close to mine.

"That’s not how you reach into someone’s bra," he whispered.

And honestly, I already knew it was going to be very difficult to control myself.

I remained silent as he rested his chin on my shoulder.

His face turned toward my neck, his breath warm against my skin.

His lips hovered near my cheek while he nestled closer to the curve of my neck.

From the other side, he draped an arm over my shoulder, reaching between my neck and shoulder before sliding his hand down.

Then he placed his hand on the exposed curve of my breast that had slipped free of the bra.