Chapter 20

Victoria's mind went completely blank—she felt like she'd been hit by a truck. Especially when she spotted those fresh red scratch marks across Theodore's chest. Her heart skipped a beat. Did they really... last night? Why now, of all times? Theodore grabbed a towel and roughly dried his dripping hair, not once looking her way. Without a word, he walked straight into the walk-in closet and started picking out clothes. Victoria stood stiff, unsure what to do next. After a moment, she took a deep breath and followed him in. "About last night—" "You were drunk," Theodore cut her off, "You called me. Insisted I pick you up." Wait, she was the one who called him? That sounded so off. She could hardly believe it. While she was trying to remember, Theodore walked closer and cornered her inside the closet. His dark eyes locked onto her face. "What were you doing at a place like that, in the middle of the night?" He had just calmed Isabella down and was heading to visit his grandmother when Vic