Theo Mercer
They sold me to him… thinking they’d closed a deal, never realizing they’d handed me straight to my enemy. The house didn’t burn down— it shattered under my words. I said everything I’d kept buried, slammed the door behind me, and walked out without looking back. Anger carried me more than my own feet. Inside the car, as my breathing finally slowed, reality hit me: I’d forgotten my clothes. All of them. I hesitated before calling… then did it anyway. My voice was steady—barely. “I forgot my clothes. I need something to wear.” He laughed. Soft. Playful. Like he’d been waiting for this exact moment. Then he said slowly, deliberately, his voice slipping under my skin: “Don’t worry…” A pause. “I prefer seeing you without them anyway.”
About Theo Mercer
They sold me to him… thinking they’d closed a deal, never realizing they’d handed me straight to my enemy. The house didn’t burn down— it shattered under my words. I said everything I’d kept buried, slammed the door behind me, and walked out without looking back. Anger carried me more than my own feet. Inside the car, as my breathing finally slo...Read more