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.

Phoebe, then came Theodore's drawl from outside, "You done yet?"

who had been rough just moments before

they were done, but today appeared to be an

lip, a wound he had inflicted earlier. His expression turned

briskly, stepping past him. Even the most patient person has their limits, and Theodore had rubbed hers

"Phoebe, do you realize when you get

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

spiked at the mention of

grasp and strode to the hospital room door, yanking it open with a swift motion. Theodore's face burned as if he had been slapped. Just as he was about to follow her to have

Ziegler clung to the door frame, caught eavesdropping. Her dignity seemed to falter as she asked, "Are you two

further. "What, now you

Theodore had honed Phoebe's ability to