Forbidden Passion

Chapter 33 The Big Man’s Affair

Theodore caught the flying pillow with an easy stretch of his arm. Surprised, he looked at her; Phoebe, in her anger, somehow seemed more enticing. Her eyes sparkled with life.

"If you don't want to get up, we can go another round," he suggested.

"You beast!"

Phoebe was genuinely terrified. She scrambled out of bed, frantically dug out clean clothes from her luggage, and scurried into the bathroom.

Theodore touched his nose, and oddly enough, the gloomy mood that had clouded him for days cleared. He placed the pillow back on the bed and picked up the torn clothes tossing them into the trash.

Dressed, Phoebe stood by the sink, the mirror reflecting a cut at the corner of her mouth and her swollen lips.

She bit down hard. She never expected him to be gentle.

came Theodore's drawl from outside, "You

find Theodore leaning casually against the wall, half-smirking at her. The very man who had been rough just moments before now stood there looking like a perfectly put-together

soon as they were

gaze lingered on the split corner of her lip, a wound he had inflicted earlier. His expression turned sheepish.

Phoebe replied briskly, stepping past him. Even

her wrist, pulling her back. "Phoebe, do you realize when you get all fiery like this, it just makes

free from his grip and refusing to suffer more than she had to, she met his gaze with a clear, piercing look. "Theodore, Vanessa's back. After all the years you've kept her close to your heart, don't you think you owe

the mention of Vanessa. "Mind your

nerve!" Having said that, she wriggled free from his grasp and strode to the hospital room door, yanking it open with a swift motion.

the door frame, caught eavesdropping.

Phoebe's demeanor even further. "What, now

with Theodore had honed Phoebe's ability to