CHAPTER 115: PSYCHO.

Bethany watched Theodore walk into the kitchen, his phone in hand. She tried to keep her gaze as normal as possible, even throwing in a small smile, but the sounds she had heard earlier kept replaying in her mind, making it extremely tough to keep a normal face.

He cleared nervously his throat as he sat down. Looking anywhere but in her direction.

His actions made her understand that he knew she was aware of what went down.

Not seeing any more reasons to keep pretending, she decided to hit the bull in the eye.

"Heard you having fun in the shower." She said, watching his rapidly morphing expressions with keen interest, fighting back the grin that threatened to break through her face.

He choked at her statement, shaking his head. "I don’t know what you’re talking about." He denied, slapping himself mentally for saying something so pathetic.

"Oh really?" She asked, chuckling. She reached forward to touch his crimson ear, but he caught her hand mid-air, playfully glaring at her.

"What?" She asked, grinning. "Thought you didn’t know what I was talking about?" Chuckling, she pulled her hand from the grip, sitting back in her seat.

"You’re enjoying this way too much." He grumbled, taking the napkin before him and placing it on his lap.

"Of course, I am!" She retorted, the excitement in her tone caused him to look up at her in confusion. "What?!" She asked, giving him an incredulous look. "Are my not allowed to relish the fact that my mate couldn’t help but hump his fist because I didn’t let him hump me?" She said, cackling as she saw blood drain completely from his face as he absorbed her words.

"Damn you, Bethany!" He couldn’t help but scream, tiny bits of frustration lacing his voice, causing her to double over on the table, laughing so hard tears couldn’t help but spill continuously from her reddened eyes.

"I swear to God, you’re the worst." He spat, feigning anger as he opened his dish.

"Oh, c’mon." She whined. "You can’t be hating on me."

"Oh, I am." He retorted, stabbing a huge chunk of beef and shoving it into his mouth whilst glaring at his mate, who looked at him with an amused gaze, still smiling.

"No, you’re not." She said stubbornly, looking really confident.

"Yes, I am." He said with a stuffed mouth.

"No. You’re just embarrassed." She said as she leaned forward to poke his nose, her gaze soft now.

He stared into her softened eyes that were no longer red for a few seconds, wondering if she was really amused by his bathroom ordeal or if she was just burying her anger.

"Thanks to you." He said, his stare shifting to a glare in seconds.

"Oh, please. You needed to hear yourself. It was hilarious." She said, chuckling lightly.

Completely at a loss for words, he just shook his head, stabbed another chunk and shoved it into his mouth.

"I’m curious, though." She said leaning forward, peering at him over her still-covered dish. "What were you thinking of while you were at it? What kind of images did you see? Did you see me?" She asked at once, her eyes glistening.

"I thought you were hungry, Princess?" Theo asked, tired of talking about his dick ordeal. She was enjoying ridiculing him a little too much. Weren’t mates supposed to be all supportive, soft and mushy with their mates? What happened with his? She was seriously getting off on seeing him turn into a deeper shade of crimson every minute.

"Oh, I am." She admitted. "But, I’m more curious than I’m hungry." She said, a playful grin on her lips as she wiggled her eyebrows.

Theo sighed, dropping his cutlery. "I am going to answer you now, and after that, no more questions. Understood?" He asked seriously, and without thinking, she nodded in response.

"I thought of you choking on my cock. I thought of how heavenly you look when you cum, I thought of how your eyes roll all the way backward when I hit that spot without mercy. Want to hear more?" He asked her, peering into her formerly amused face that was now ridden with embarrassment.

Taking in her silence and crimson cheeks, he took them as her response. "Exactly what I thought." He said, a smug grin laying easily on his lips as satisfaction filled his heart. He had successfully shut her up completely.

Just as he leaned into his seat, a question crossed his mind.

"You didn’t have to reply, you asshole." She gritted, kicking his shin under the table.

"Oh, I did. And I have a question." He quipped, picking up his cutlery.

"You didn’t, Fish. That was incredibly crude." She said, rolling her eyes.

"Crude?!" He asked, giving her an incredulous look before chuckling. "You’re calling that crude when you were the one who started the crude talk. You’re gaslighting, baby." He said, shaking his head, taking up a chunk and bringing it up to her lips.

"Here. Have a bit of this deliciously juicy goodness." He said as he waited for her to open her pouting lips.

He didn’t have to wait long because as soon as the delicious aroma hit the back of her nostrils, her lips dropped open, but her glare was unwavering.

Theo couldn’t help but chuckle at how she looked with a filled mouth and razor-sharp glare.

Dropping his cutlery, he cleared his throat. "Told you I had a question. Can I ask?" He asked, earning a confused look.

Swallowing the last bit, she spoke up. "You’re asking for permission to ask a question I do not have the slightest idea about. That’s weird and scary and suspicious." She pointed.

"I know. I’m just curious, so you have nothing to worry about." He reassured.

"Mm okay, if you say so." She said, leaning into her seat as she folded her arms across her shoulders. "I’m all ears." She gave him the go-ahead.

Unable to help it, he cleared his throat again, looking down at his plate briefly as he rearranged the words he was about to say in his head before looking up at her.

"A lot of women get really annoyed when they hear their men masturbate, even if they are quite far away from them. But you didn’t get angry, or that’s what it looks like. Why?" He asked.

"Why didn’t you get pissed? You were in the closet, just a few steps away. I should’ve called you to come help and stuff, but I didn’t. And instead of getting angry with me, you’re sitting here, laughing at my lewd sounds. Calling them hilarious. I don’t think anyone does that." He explained, his confusion dripping from his words.

Sighing, Bethany tried to keep her confusion at bay whilst trying to think of ways to make her mate understand that she wasn’t like other people.

"Okay, first off. I am not angry. Secondly, why should I be angry? Will you be angry if you hear me using a vibrator while you’re in a business meeting or dealing with a situation that wouldn’t let you pleasure me?" She asked, peering into his eyes.

"It will pinch a bit that I can’t help, and would motivate me to round up quickly, but aside from that, I don’t think I’d be angry." He responded.

"Exactly, so why would I be angry with you for doing the same thing? I was very hungry and was too irritated to do anything. You were extremely horny-which in my defense, you single-handedly caused- so it had to be taken care of, and should I be angry? Doesn’t make sense to me. If anything, I might owe you a bit of an apology for not coming in to help." She explained, shrugging.

"Then why did you leave?" He asked.

"Because I didn’t want you to feel too embarrassed. Plus, I was laughing hard. If you had seen me laughing there, who knows the things you would have thought about. Didn’t want to do that to you." She explained.

"Okay." He responded, at the same time, speechless.

"And thirdly," She started, her chill look morphing to a stern one. "Why do you keep comparing me with other women and other people?" She couldn’t help but ask.

"I’m not like many other girls, you know that. Why then do you think of me like them, despite knowing I’m not like them?"

"It’s not something I do on purpose, I swear," Theo responded, feeling really remorseful.

"I know, but can you please tone it down? My interests are my interests, my choices are my choices. They are not on anyone’s standards or anything. If I felt bad about it, you would’ve known, because I would’ve told you. Hell, I’d love to watch you do it one day." She said, chuckling as she watched his remorseful look change to an incredulous one.

"You cannot be serious." He spat, but her unwavering gaze told him she was serious.

He couldn’t help but sigh in exasperation as he shook his head, peering at her. "I swear to God, you’re sick in the head." He had to acknowledge.

True to his words, she grinned widely in response.

"Psycho."