#theodoreking

Fifteen problems that Theodore could see at the moment, and every single one bothered him. He wasn't a perfectionist - except he was, and he hated it, and he blamed it entirely on his father. Simon King was no stranger to perfection. He had lived his entire life with it. Or rather, striving for it.

Come on Theodore! Greatness waits for no man! And what, after all, was not greater than perfection personified.

Okay, so maybe it wasn't his father's problem. Simon King had never even spoken the word "perfect", because that would mean there was an end in sight. Theodore was almost positive his father, despite all his eccentricities, had never seen an end in sight - no, that would ruin half the fun. No, Simon had /envisioned/ ends but he never met them, because for every time he approached them, he would find a new one to chase after.

Glorious. Wasn't it.

“Uh fuck no” where the first thoughts out of Theo’s brain when he woke up that could have been because he was extra grumpy like always without his morning tea. It could also be because his fucking entire living room was fucking well he wasn’t sure what color but it used to be brown with an Elvis Presley painting in the center. Why was his house so female he was sure he didn’t ask for this wait was his ‘secret’ room still the same? He walked upstairs unlocking the door yes unlocking it, it’s his private place he doesn’t let anyone in not even his body guard. He let out a sigh of relief as it looked the same as when he left it. It was probably the only thing in the house that was left untouched surprisingly I guess Anna knew not to touch that but damn he already knew the bill for this was going to be EXTREMELY high.

He went to look in the other rooms apparently there was a few high class guest rooms and a very high class looking dance studio it was nice. Then there was Kayla’s room it was nice very elegant for a young lady. It also had dance outfit’s and even some dressy one’s which she wouldn’t be using would she ? She was a college student right he couldn’t keep calling her kid could he? He would to piss her off at times though it could be fun teasing the young one. Well anyway that was off topic there was also his master bedroom, three four bathrooms and the out and indoor pool, dining room and kitchen possibly more but he didn’t really care to look he still hasn’t had his tea yet. Theo sat down at his newly decorated kitchen not knowing where much of anything was he started the instant tea maker making some raspberry tea in all honesty his favorite though he’d never say that out loud. He guessed it was about time that he made sure that sure she was registered for classes and her tuition was already process even if it was early. It’s better to go ahead and get it done after making a few calls it turns out her money she paid only covered the business information something to do with dance no being a academic education. Of course he took care of it making arrangements to be an “anonymous scholarship offer” this will be the last kind thing he does for her. He thinks he repaid the debt owned right? It’s not like she’ll need anything else the girl should be find for a year he hummed she would be here the day after tomorrow there goes his freedom.

(I’ll post pictures of all of the rooms soon)

 @montgomerykayla

Kayla flopped exhausted onto her bed, casting her gaze about the room and out the window. The silver shine from the moon gave her room an eerie glow, casting stark shadows on the walls and floor from her packed boxes. There were only a couple of them, having downsized greatly to move across country. Looking around though, seeing the room so bare and empty of her most prized things, was so creepy.

As panicked sadness started to sweep over her, Kayla picked up her phone. She needed to do something else. Something to focus upon that wasn’t the room around her. Her contacts rolled by as she moved through them until she found the contact she was looking for. Hot Stuff. The label made Kayla chuckle. Who knew the man who is so grumpy in the mornings, if that first morning is anything to go by, had a sense of humor? If only I’d put a funny label in his phone. They’d texted a couple times since he left Nevada, but not anything really lengthy. He was busy often; at least he had ambitious, right?

[Text to: Hot Stuff] It’s so freaky being in my bare-ish room. Distract me please? Tell me something random about you?

The first thing that Kayla became aware of was the pounding in her head; it felt like someone had been jack-hammering her brain. A groan of pain escaped her dry lips before she even dare open her green eyes. Her tongue darted out licking her bottom lip, “Guys, can someone get me a glass of water and some aspirin?”

She rolled onto her side, prepared to bury her aching head into her pillow, and go back to sleep. Then her cheek rested not on a pillow, but on a warm shoulder. Definitely not a feminine shoulder. That’s weird. When the casino had assigned them their suite of rooms, they’d all decided as a group that the boys would take one room and the girls the other, for modesty issues. Why am I sharing a bed with one of the boys?

Kayla reached up and rubbed her eyes softly, chasing sleep away. Apparently, it was up to me to dole out the aspirin and water. Then her eyes registered several things. One, she was not in the hotel room that she was supposed to be. Two, the man in bed with her wasn’t a friend of hers. Holy, he’s hot. She blinked at the sight of him and her instinctive thought.

Of course as soon as her shock cleared, panic set in. Oh God, Oh God. She scrambled away from the handsome man to the far side of the bed. With shaky hands, the eighteen-year-old lifted the sheet and glanced down at her own body. Yup. Naked. Shit. Shit. Another groan of pain escaped her as her headache increased. She wrapped the white sheet around her body, tied it securely, and stood up beside the bed slowly. Her vision swam as it tried to adjust to her new height.

Her sense of propriety kept her gaze firmly away from the bed. Her green eyes swept the floor of the hotel room frantically for the clothes she knew that she had been wearing the night before. A major blush burned at her cheeks. I can’t believe I did this. A one night-stand… Oh Lord. She snatched up her blouse and skirt only to drop them again as she took note of a glint of metal on her left hand. “No, no, no.” She said, no longer worrying about not waking the stranger. “No, no, no.” There was a ring on her left hand ring finger. A wedding ring. Shit.