A Love That Was Never Meant to Be

CHAPTER 003

Theo's point of view

Knowing Callum's head is as stubborn as a bull, I tried to cool off. I tried to ignore him, but Callum flopped onto the couch in the little receiving area of my office instead of showering. Oh dear! His scent would hang on my couch. He still doesn't know how he affected me. f**k those emotions!

"Fuckkk, callum, could you kindly wear your clothes?" My annoyance was growing clearer.

"TSK. If it were other people, I doubt they would say that. You are lucky to see me in this state; many women die to be in your place. Callum responded with pride.

"I am not like them, for starters. I identify as not a woman. So now wear your clothes before the combined smell of your sweat and c*m gets rubbed into my couch." I shot back.

"Generally a neat freak, as always. Funny, you still seem to be the same Theo from medical school. Callum laughed at it. "Maybe try to incorporate it in your vlog—your secret to being immune to my charm."

"I'm rather sure that no matter what I say, no woman will find it useful. Alternatively, you might most likely kill me since I would be cutting off your never-ending supply of girls to shag." I was as arrogant as Callum was.

"Beauty." Callum answered slowly, lazily.

Now get off my sofa and shower. Get ready! Go!" I shooed him like a dog, panicking that his smell would cling to the couch.

Instead of obeying me, Callum continued his pettiness by rubbing his sweaty body against the white couch. He even grabbed a cushion and ran it across his torso.

"Callum!" That's enough! I yelled, obviously annoyed by his young antics.

Apparently content, Callum raised his hands in imitation surrender. Right there in my office, he pulled on his underwear and pants; then he threw on his long-sleeved shirt but neglected to button it.

Callum sat back in his chair grinning teasingly.

Callum started, folding his arms," Seriously, Theo." Have you really not dated anyone in the past few years? Not even a fling?"

Wait… he’s asking that out of nowhere.

I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. "I didn’t have time for a relationship during my residency. It was all-consuming."

Callum chuckled, shaking his head. "You’re telling me you spent all those years in college without a single date? That’s impressive."

Defensively, leaning forward, "It's not like I didn't try," I said. "I had a secret admirer keeping undermining my efforts."

"Wait, what?" asked Callum. His eyebrows jumped, fascinated. "You're telling me someone genuinely showed interest in you? Rich in nature is that. We are talking about what sort of sabotage here? Why then did I not know about this?"

"I'm not sure whether I should get offended that you find someone interested in me shocking."

Still fascinated, Callum wrinkled an eyebrow. "A hidden admirer?" Sounds like a failing romance film. Their actions were what? Leave you notes of love. Send chocolates and flowers to her.

"No, worst. Every time I tried to approach a female, the next morning she would get a dead rat accompanied by a note. Usually signed with the initials S.Q., it was pained, remembering the strange events from the past.

"Wait, you're serious?" Callum's laughter stopped, then he started to doubt things. Someone really sent threat notes and dead rats? That's quite disorganized!

"I know!" It's spooky! Frustration clearly in my voice, I ran a hand through my hair. "I never worked out S.Q.'s identity. Simply said, they were driven to destroy my prospects.

Callum slanted in, his interest aroused. "Did you ever find out who it was? You do have some suspects, surely.

I gave my head a shake. "No, aside from the initials, I had no leads. It stopped after I graduated from med school. I thought I was finally free from it."

"Maybe it was someone you knew," Callum suggested. "Perhaps a classmate," said Someone your charm made threatened?"

"Or someone who thought they were helping me by keeping girls away," I said, a sliver of irritation slinking into my voice. "It was merely natural."

We briefly entered reflective silence, the weight of my past still hanging about. I still felt as though the riddle of S.Q. might never be completely answered.

"Well, you can start fresh now; that is only the past. Theo, are you not worn out? You still seem committed to keeping that golden boy image. Come on and let yourself relax! Callum pressed me.

Callum was correct; I was the top student in our medical school class.

I am Theo Gabriel Raines, the model student. Teachers have referred to me as a medical genius. My IQ is 211. At twenty-six, I am among the youngest andrologists and urologists in the world, holding two licenses, and I also coach social media fitness.

My appearance is similar to Callum's, with sharp cheekbones, a strong jawline, and piercing hazel-brown eyes. Others describe my lips as completely inviting. I have a broad chest, a toned body, chiseled abs, and strong shoulders. Standing at six feet one, my blond hair is perfectly messy yet styled.

Unlike Callum, who radiates mystery and charm, my sunny attitude is well-known. Among schoolgirls, my lovely dimpled smile brought me recognition. My voice is... Low, smooth, and sultry but reassuring—enough to let clients relax under my direction.

Perfect seems to be my life. I had everything, except a contented, whole family.

I was an only child who once lived a happy life—until my mother died in a rafting accident when I was seven. My father wed another woman, his mistress, just one year later. My stepmother mistreated me whenever my father left for business trips, so traumatizing me and causing phobia in my childhood.

At twenty-one, my father passed away from a mystery illness. I had almost all of his assets left under my name.

"Tsk." For what purpose should I be working? "Follow your road; treat women as a buffet and jump from one to another." I was direct, trying to straighten Callum from his slanted ways.

"Instead of not? It won’t be hard for you. "After all, just like me, you were once a Casanova in med school," Callum mumbled.

"At the price of all I have worked for? Putting my career in danger only for the excitement? Not, thank you. Unlike you, I'm not carefree.

"Blah, blah, blah. I sometimes forget that I am older than you. Haha, you're starting to get quite rigid. Callum smirked. "Ha, Theo, you know rather well. Although Mr. The Goody-Two-Shoes image fools everyone, not me. Your golden boy is I know that beneath that ideal front you try to hide darkness. That darkness will find the gaps sooner or later.

"You are who? These days, a poet is turned away, nervous.

Callum wrinkled his eyebrows and grinned. "Just hold off, Theo. Seeing your darkest, most secret will thrill me.

I contracted tens. I am not able to tell him.

I cannot tell him that my sentiments for him go beyond simple friendship.

Callum is straight, therefore. And he has never found affection from the same s*x.

He won't want me back no matter how much I wish he would.