Page 16 of Drive Me Wild
But now, he’s someone dating my mum.
I toss my controller next to me and sigh. “What’s your point, Char? Do you want me to do a little jig and have confetti shoot from my arsehole in joy?”
“Be happy for them, Theo,” Charlotte instructs, as if it’s as simple as snapping my fingers. “I don’t know why you’re making things more difficult than they have to be.”
“How am I making things hard, Charlotte?” I snap, my hands curling. “They’re the ones who changed all the dynamics when they got together.”
“You know what they say,” Charlotte answers in a sing-song tone. “Change is the spice of life. Wait, that doesn’t sound right. I think… it may actually bevarietyis the spice of life. But whatever, the sentiment still stands.”
“Who’s thetheythat says that?”
“Huh?”
I snort back a laugh. “Who says variety is the spice of life?”
“Oh. I don’t know… People.”
“So you don’t actually know who says it?” I press, knowing the more I tease, the more flustered she’ll get.
“What is this? The Spanish Inquisition? Stop asking me so many questions. You know I’ve never been good at tests.”
I ignore her sage advice and latch onto a familiar topic. “How’d that test from last week go, by the way? The one you were stressed about?”
Charlotte spends the next twenty minutes chattering on about some professor who’s an absolute terror and dedicatedto making her life miserable. She only stops speaking when she realizes she’s running late—an ongoing habit of hers—and has to get ready for dinner, which takes at least an hour.
“Be safe,” I remind her. “We’ll talk again soon, yeah?”
“Course!” she says. “And Theo? Call Mum. She misses you.”
“Mm-hmm.”
Not a yes. Not a no. Things between my mum and I have been strained since I cut my trip to Australia short back in January. She knows it was work-related, but I was more than happy for the excuse to get away. Richard had just moved in with her, and I didn’t exactly enjoy not feeling at home in my childhood house. Having someone living there who wasn’t my dad, but had always acted as somewhat of a father-figure, wasn’t my idea of fun.
Picking back up my controller, I swap out my AK-47 for something a little bigger. Time to blow up some shit.
I swearBlake is a grandpa trapped in a thirty-year-old’s body. For a full year, he thought CRM were the initials of the person who helped with our marketing. His mind was blown when he learned it stands for customer relationship manager. I’m honestly surprised he doesn’t sign his name at the end of each text he sends.
Right now, I couldn’t be more thankful for his inability to grasp the importance of hashtags. His questions pour a bucket of cold water on any horniness I may be experiencing due to staring at Josie. She’s spent the meeting typing away on her computer and completely oblivious to the fact that my dick is acting like she’s the North Star. It’s not like this is the first meeting I’ve been in with Josie—we’ve sat through hundreds of them together and I’ve never once had this issue. Isodo not need to be getting hard while someone drones on about reaching a different target demographic.
I screw around on Instagram for a bit to distract myself, scrolling through the messages of the many beautiful women who’ve slid into my DMs, but it doesn’t help much. When my manager texts me, I’m eager to strike up a conversation. Anything to make my eyes stop wandering back to the blonde sitting across the table from me.
Martin the Manager
Just landed.
Theo Walker
I thought you didn’t fly in until tomorrow morning! Welcome to Portugal, honey.
Martin the Manager
Surprise! Meet at my hotel room after practice?
Theo Walker
Your hotel room?! Martin… are you going to put the moves on me? I’ve never been into men, but if you put on a wig, maybe I’d consider it.
Martin the Manager
