Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All

Theodore:

She was wearing a top with a very deep neckline. Yes, I said it.

I had been avoiding looking at it, but ever since I came to Gigi’s place, I couldn’t help glancing down her blouse.

It wasn’t intentional. Every time I turned toward her, she somehow ended up in a position that gave me a glimpse of her breasts.

And not just the soft curves, but sometimes even her nipples.

My heart skipped a beat when she bent down a little too far, giving me a full glimpse of her breast, including her areola and nipple.

For a second, I couldn’t even move.

"So, what movie are we watching today?" she asked as she straightened after picking up the cushion she’d accidentally dropped.

"Whatever you wanna watch," I said, trying to smile at her and look confident.

"Um—" She zoned out, tapping a finger against her chin. "How about something dark romance?" she asked, excitement gleaming in her eyes.

I gulped because that seemed like an awful idea.

We were having one of our movie-night dates. They weren’t actual dates.

We just playfully called them that. And, well, every time we had one, some awkward situation seemed to arise.

She was completely unaware of it, which made me feel even guiltier.

It made me wonder if I simply had a dirty mind.

There was another problem. Gigi was a little too innocent to understand certain boundaries.

You’re not supposed to come into direct contact with a man’s bulge.

I mean, I didn’t want to think about her that way, but there were moments when I felt a little something in my pants.

I tried my absolute best to ignore it. But hey, I was only a man.

And what can I do when she grabs my dick from my pocket claiming I am hiding something from her.

Still, I had good self-control.

I knew there was no way I would ever do something stupid, like getting so cozy with her that we forgot our boundaries or the fact that she was dating my brother.

And now that I had a woman of my own, someone I’d fallen for, I was going to be even more careful.

"How about something like ’The Lord of the Rings’?" I suggested, snapping my fingers.

I watched disappointment cross her face.

"That’s something we’ve already watched," she said before grabbing the remote and pulling her legs up to her chest.

When she did, her dress rode up enough to expose part of her ass.

Then she shifted her weight to one side, leaving one cheek completely visible.

I looked away, clasping my hands together in front of me and pretending to be nonchalant.

"Oh, this one is good. But it’ll have some R-rated scenes," she commented with a pout before shrugging. "But it’s okay. Thankfully, we’re adults."

She rolled her eyes playfully, apparently not realizing that even part of her areola was visible because of the way her dress had shifted.

I was getting uncomfortable.

I didn’t want to say anything because I knew it would hurt her feelings, but the truth was, I had a girlfriend, and the situation felt really inappropriate.

I just didn’t know how to tell Gigi without upsetting her.

’But we haven’t asked Verity out yet. How is she your girlfriend?’ my wolf complained, making me realize that even he was trying to distract himself.

"Okay, done," Gigi announced.

I sighed with relief when she finally lowered her legs.

I was getting anxious and nervous because, just from the way she was sitting there, I felt like I was doing something wrong.

’Or maybe you’re scared because you’re thinking about Verity. You have a woman now, and this feels like cheating,’ my wolf pointed out.

His words made sense. It was true. I wouldn’t want Madeline sitting with anyone else like that.

Dang it.

Now I was going to have to put some distance between Gigi and me.

There was no way I wanted to make Verity uncomfortable by getting too cozy with my brother’s girlfriend.

I respected Gigi, of course.

She would always remain special to me, and I would always do everything I could to make her happy, but there were certain boundaries I didn’t want to cross.

While I was thinking about all of that, I had no idea Gigi was unconsciously planning something else.

She suddenly jumped up and rushed toward me.

Before I could even figure out what she was doing, she landed right in my lap.

I winced when she came down directly on my dick, sending a sharp jolt of pain through me. There was nothing pleasurable about it.

I wasn’t even getting hard, unlike the last time she’d accidentally come into contact with me.

This time, the way she’d landed simply hurt.

It hurt so fucking much.

"Um, Gigi—" I tried to stop her and ask her to move, but then I hesitated. I didn’t want to upset her.

Damn it.

"What?" she asked, shifting excitedly on my lap as she clapped her hands at the movie.

The whole time, the way she was sitting left me painfully aware of the contact between our bodies.

"Hey, what’s that?" I asked, trying to distract her and get her off my lap.

So I grabbed her and forced her off my lap before stepping away and picking up a picture that had been left randomly on the table.

It was a childhood picture of her. She was probably three or four in it.

She was bald.

And that wasn’t even the worst part. The worst part was that they’d put clown makeup on her face.

There was a cake in front of her that she seemed to have dropped.

I could only imagine she’d ruined the entire birthday by doing that.

"Look at this brat," I teased, holding up the picture and laughing.

"Hey, put it down. That’s mean," she complained, reaching for it and jumping to grab it.

I started running away from her, teasing her with the picture.

We did this kind of thing a lot. It made her laugh, and seeing her happy made me happy too.

She suddenly grabbed the back of my shirt.

It seemed like she was trying to pull me toward her, but she accidentally did it just as we were entering her bedroom.

Now we were in her room, with her standing in the doorway, arms spread as she warned me with her eyes.

"Give me my picture back," she said, making me laugh at how hard she was trying to stop me from looking at it.

"Now I’m gonna take a picture of this and send it to Ragnar to remind him to be very cautious, because this one over here can be a brat and mess up the birthday cake," I joked, reaching for my phone.

That was when she suddenly came at me, trying to snatch the picture out of my hand.