Surrendered(71)
Hugo will never be good enough for Molly though. I love him, and I want him to be happy, but he’s a fuck up, like me. I love Lilly, but she’s not exactly straight forward. We fix each other. Molly doesn’t need fixing, and she doesn’t need Hugo, especially after the stunt he pulled. She’ll be running for the hills.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
LILLY
Gary is without doubt the most unruly dog I have ever met. I had to all but pick him up and carry him to the park. He is not fucking light! You’d think I was trying to bloody kill him. That is until he gets a sniff of a female. I have never been so embarrassed. Some poor woman’s handbag dog, became an unwilling victim. I guess it’s very fitting that Hugo should have a lazy, rapist dog.
“I am so sorry.” I say as I haul him away from the traumatised looking creature. The woman scoops the dog up and leaves without a word. He promptly lays down and refuses to move again. “Seriously dog?!” A pleasant dog walk, I thought. Yeah, right.
By the time I get him back to the flat I’m exhausted. Carrying what must be thirty kilo’s of dog will do that. Theo and Hugo both flash me curious glances when I come in and collapse onto the sofa across from them.
Hugo laughs. “Told you he doesn’t like exercise.”
I snort. “Until he sees a girl.”
“Oh yeah, then he’s a lad. He’s a player, aren’t you, Gaz.” The dog collapses on the floor by his feet, panting and slobbering everywhere. Jesus, you’d think he’d run a marathon.
“Um, I don’t think there were much skills required. It was a fairly simple case of body weight ratio. Poor dog got raped.” Hugo just shrugs.
“On that disturbing note, we need to go.” Theo stands up, an amused grin on his face. I stand, and he reaches for me, pulling me into his side. “Babe, you don’t smell great.” He angles his face away from me.
“Because I had to carry that fat bastard up here.” I point at Gary accusingly. He’s on his back again, exposing his enormous testicles to the world. It must just be a theme with the male of every species, to flash their kit about.
“He is a pedigree breeding animal.” Hugo says haughtily.
“Yeah, sure. Looks like it.” As if to prove my point, Gary farts. “Lets go. I don’t think he’s cute anymore.”
I turn tail, Theo following behind me, as Hugo roars with laughter.
Theo has promised me a proper date tonight. I’ve never been the sort of girl who wants dates and flowers. Honestly, I’ve always found that shit a little vomit inducing. I don’t want the romantic bullshit, I just want normality for a moment. I want to pretend for one night that we’re just a normal couple. Well, not normal, but not crazy.
His only stipulation is that we go to his favourite Chinese restaurant, Hutong, which is located on the thirty-second floor of The Shard. The reason he has stipulated this is because it’s very public, and will host some of London’s upper circle. Basically, he wants us to be seen together, and he wants the word to get out. When I said that I wanted us to keep our relationship quiet, I used Harry as an excuse. It’s true that Theo being associated with me, meant that the press would almost definitely get wind of Harry’s case. If I’m not with Theo, then I’m of no interest to them, and neither is Harry. It’s Theo they’re after, not us. Now that Harry is free and clear, he wants to shout it from the roof tops. In a way I guess I’m flattered. He wants to stake a very public claim. I’m dubious though. I hate the press. I hate that they hold so much power over our lives. Theo’s used to it. He says that he would rather they speculate about us than post lies about which other women he may be sleeping with. I don’t care though. They know nothing about us. Why can’t it stay that way?
“Ready?” Theo’s deep voice breaks me out of my thoughts. I glance up into the mirror in front of me, meeting his eyes in the reflection. He flashes me a blinding smile. “You look hot, babe.”
I smile and turn around, pressing my chest to his. His eyes devour me like a man starved. “Thank you.”
He bites his lip, his fingers tracing a feather light trail along the edge of my dress, skating across the top of my breast. I smile at him seductively. All I have to do is wear the right dress and he’s putty. This is one of those dresses which is understated but sexy in it’s simplicity. It’s black, with a v-neck line and thin straps. The skirt is tight to the knee, hugging me in all the right places. I think I’m finally back to the weight I was before the heartbreak drama. I bought this dress to celebrate. It appears he likes it.