“Come sit,” he says, tapping the space on the bed beside him. “So…” he starts. “Theo and I don’t have any secrets, and I know him better than I do myself most of the time.”
My cheeks burn as I think about the things we’ve been up to recently.
“I know he’s been watching you.”
“Sneaking in through my open window and being a creep, you mean?”
“Originally, yeah. But I know you’ve shut him out.”
“Okay… I don’t really know where this is going,” I say, a frown marring my brow.
“Don’t shoot the messenger, okay? And I organised something in retaliation.”
“Retaliation,” I mutter. “That’s something I could get on board with.”
“See, this is how I know we share the same blood, Shorty.”
“Keep talking.”
“Theo’s a control freak, I’m sure you’ve figured that out by now. He likes… being in control and knowing what’s happening. He’s also fucking obsessive. But I’ve never seen him as bad with anything as he is with you, Em. He’s so fucking gone for you, it’s laughable.”
I stare at him with my brow raised.
“Yeah, okay, I’m totally whipped too, whatever. Anyway, his watching you extends beyond sneaking into your bedroom. Ever feel like you’ve always got his eyes on you?”
It takes longer for the penny to drop than it really should.
Memories of him responding to my questions and demands last night slam into me.
“Motherfucker,” I bark, shooting up from the end of my bed. “He’s been fucking watching me. How?” I demand, turning on Seb.
“He’s got cameras in your room.”
“H-he… He… Fuck, Seb. Do you realise how fucked up that is?”
“Yeah, and just a little bit hot. What have you been showing him, Emmie?”
“Oh my God,” I drop my head into my hands, thinking of the last few nights, getting myself off with his name as a plea on my lips. “Oh my God.”
Seb laughs, the fucking dickhead. “Yeah, his balls are bluer than fucking Papa Smurf’s right now. Anyway, I thought a little payback was in order.”
I stare at him as he brings the tablet to life, opens an app, and spins it toward me.
The image of Theo laid out almost naked on a bed appears on the screen.
“Oh my God,” I breathe, my eyes glued to his insane body.
“You’re welcome.”
“You bugged his fucking room?”
“Yeah. I’d have done it in his flat if I could have figured out a way to get in there without being caught.”
My mouth opens and closes to respond, but I’m too distracted by Theo.
The way he’s lying there. He looks totally defeated.
He should be buzzing. He just won that match for his team. Yet he’s lying there like it could be the worst day of his life. Although, there is more than a small bulge in his boxers. I mean, I know he’s big. But he’s definitely rocking at least a semi down there right now. Maybe it’s not the worst day of his life after all.