TARA
I don't believe this crap! Theodore is really spying on me!
"You f*****g bastard. Oh, I want to hit him!" I groaned, keeping my gaze on him from the toaster.
He still hid in the corner, watching me with a basket in his hold. I just stood there, pretending to check out the appliances in my front.
But the temptation!
Oh God! I feel like heading over there and smacking him right in the head!
"But I need to be sure of this before doing something I'll regret later," I planned, drawing away from the shelf and into the path I was taking before spotting the plumber.
As I walked further, taking a left turn, from the corner of my eyes, I saw Theodore coming!
His head first poked in, checking on me. It was indeed a clarification that I was being watched by that creep.
"He's really follo
