Devotion: The Beauty in Between (Beautiful Series book 4.5) Read Free

going wide as I realise there’s someone in the room. And not just anyone – an Italian speaking someone. Theo’s mother. Fuck!
    All at once, I remove my hands an d pull my head back, releasing Theo’s cock as I turn toward the voice in horror.
    “Fuck!” Theo calls out at the same time, his orgasm shooting out of him, hitting me in the face.
    “Oh god!” I cry , stumbling backward as I try to wipe at my face and grab for something – anything – to cover myself up.
    Frantically, I wipe my hands on a n unused piece of paper before grabbing for the only thing in reach and holding it in front of me. That thing is Theo’s guitar.
    I’m dying. I’m dying inside. What the hell is she doing here?
    “Oh god!” Theo yells, quickly tucking himself back inside his jeans as he stands and gathers me behind him to hide my state of undress. “Mum! What the hell?” he yells at his mother who is madly crossing herself and mumbling something incomprehensible.
    Still holding the guitar against my body, I bury my face into Theo’s back, wishing I could just melt into him and never return. I am so embarrassed that I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look at his mother again.

Chapter Three
     
    They converse for a while in Italian , and I once again kick myself for never taking the time to learn more of it. I can’t understand a thing they’re saying. Normally, she speaks in heavily accented English, so it’s never been an issue unless she’s upset and slips into her native tongue. But from their tone, I can gather that neither of them is saying anything nice.
    Suddenly, Theo pulls his shirt off and hands it to me, his voice rising to a booming yell as his mother’s rises to a shrill pitch. I set the guitar to the side and drop his soft white shirt over my head. It comes down to my thighs so at least I’m slightly decent.
    Oh god, why won’t she just leave?
    Their yelling escalates and Theo steps away from me. The absence of his reassuring warmth against me, leaving me bereft. Wrapping my arms around myself protectively, I watch them yell. I can see his mother, poking him in the chest and yelling in his face as she gestures dramatically. Theo is doing his best to stay calm, but he is just as emotional as she is.
    Her head shakes and her aging neck wobbles . Each time she glances at me she says the word ‘puttana’ which seems to make Theo even angrier.
    I can’t take it anymore . Their voices seem to rise and fill every bit of space in the garage studio until it feels as though my head is vibrating.
    “Enough!” I scream, causing them both to stop mid rant and turn their attention to me. “Enough,” I repeat , my voice soft but stern this time. I look between them, shake my head and quickly leave the room before I bust into tears in front of them.
    “ Nomes!” Theo calls, as I race through the door that joins the studio to the house.
    I don’t stop until I’m in the bathroom and have locked the door and turn ed the shower on to drown out the sound of the world.
    Dropping my clothing and shoes on the floor, I step under the steady st ream of water and let it blast over my head like some sort of shield against what just happened. Holy shit, I could just curl up and die.

Chapter Four
     
    “ Nomes,” Theo calls over the sound of the shower as he knocks on the bathroom door. “Come out, babe. She’s gone.”
    Holding my hands in front of me, I look at my wrinkled fingertips and let out a deep sigh before I shut off the water. I’ve been in here for at least twenty minutes and the water is on the verge of turning cold.
    “Open the door, Naomi. Let me in,” Theo says softly t hrough the door.
    Reaching for a towel, I wrap it around myself for warmth and flick the lock on the back of the door, stepping back as Theo opens it and meet s my eyes with his sympathetic gaze.
    “Come here,” he murmurs, reaching out and gathering me into his arms. I curl into him, resting my head against his chest as I wish that