Chapter 104: Profiling.
"She’s out like light." Theo said as he walked into the office, lines of exhaustion etched unto his forehead and chin. "What are you doing in my seat?" He asked Tristan with furrowed eyebrows.
"Why wouldn’t I be on your seat?" Tristan asked.
" Why would you be on my seat?" Theo asked in utter confusion.
"Because for some reason, you only put one comfortable chair in all of your offices, I’m beginning to think you do it on purpose." Tristan retorted, accusation in his voice.
"That’s a lie." Theo scoffed going to sit in Tristan’s former seat, a soft groan slipping from his lips as his ass hit the incredibly stiff cushion.
"Feels good, Right?" Tristan teased, shutting his eyes.
"Fuck off." Theo swore, a bit of humor in his tone as he mirrored his brother’s position, leaving his eyes open to gaze at the ceiling.
"You’d have her tomorrow." Theo said, his eyes peering at the ceiling. " Try not to fuck her and make it exciting." He warned, his eyes drifting to Tristan for a second before going back to the ceiling.
"Yes, Mom." Tristan drawled, yawning. They all rested in the comfortable silence, soft sighs interrupting everyone in a while.
"You really need to change these seats, Theodore." Troy complained, readjusting.
"You guys know there are comfortable cushions and beds upstairs right? I suggest you go use them since you don’t like these ones." Theo responded, but no one responded, not wanting to argue with him. If he wanted to keep his hard ass seats, there was nothing they could do.
"Whatever." Troy said, letting it go. "Do you think the network had something to do with what happened today?" He asked Theo .