THEO'S POV
"You should come home tonight, son." My father's voice rang out as I placed my phone on my ears. "There's something you need to hear."
Immediately Sienna dashed into the elevator, I returned back to my company—Sinclair Corp's.
Staring at the view of the city from my window, I tucked my left hand in my pocket. "I don't need to hear anything." I said calmly, listening to the blaring horns across the streets. It calmed me—strangely.
"You're going to attend this dinner, Theodore." My father never pronounced my full name unless the matter was deadly important. It was just a gut feeling, but I knew he had something important to tell me.
"What is it this time?" I asked lazily, tightening my grip on my phone.
My father sucked in a breath, hesitating. "Sienna's mother is pregnant."
My back stiffened. "You've got to be kidding me."
"We're speeding up the whole wedding process because of her pregnancy. You're going to have a—"
"No, dad. I've had enough of this." I spat, raking my fingers through my hair. "Mom's dead, I know, but it's just been a few years and you're replacing her?"
"Theo, I don't want to be alone forever."
"Guess who's been alone for over a decade." I spat, leaning on the creamy white walls of my office. "If I can keep myself, why can't you? Why do you have to drill women to quench your insatiable thirst?"
"Theodore Sinclair!"
My jaw ticked. "I hope this news isn't true, father."
Then, I hung up.
Since it was almost time for dinner, I didn't bother to spend a few more minutes in my office. I cleared up my table, kept the files in a safe place and picked up my car keys. My father had a whole lot of explanation to give.
As I stepped out of my office, I bumped into Allison, who almost slipped coffee all over herself due to how careless she was. "I'm…I'm sorry, Mr. Sinclair."
I stared down at the coffee she held and sucked in a breath. "Thank your stars it didn't spill on me."
Immediately I got out of my company, I slid into my car and drove straight to Sinclair estate. I needed something to calm me down, something to erase the shitty thoughts threatening to drive me insane.
I turned on the radio, but it only infuriated me even more.
Having a shared sibling with Blake?
How much worse could it get?
I slammed my feet on the accelerator and sped down the highway.
Moments later, I arrived at the Sinclair estate and pulled in. I'd expected to find a small gathering upon getting in, but my father's loud chuckle was the first thing that greeted me as I walked into the dining hall.
The space was crowded with business men from our social circle.
Blake's mother was there.
And Blake herself, dolled up in a red dress that made it hard to look away.
"My son is here." My father beamed, taking a small sip of his wine. He nodded at me, urging me to come closer, but my legs felt rooted. This whole marriage thing was starting to get on my nerves.
Rather than walking towards him, I slid into the seat next to Blake. "You look like you're handling the news well."
"Trust me, I only look calm on the outside."
That made me chuckle.
This was the first time we agreed on the same thing.
"There's really nothing we can do about it. She's pregnant, the deal is sealed."
"I hate talking to you, but I'm not giving up."
My lips curled up. "Tell me, what does little Miss Blake want to do to crash the whole wedding?"
Sienna ignored my question, only staring at the plate filled with untouched food. "I don't know yet."
"I knew you still sucked at planning things properly." I smirked, turning to stare at my father, who raised a glass to make a toast. "To the future of both families, Sinclair and Blake."
I felt my resolve slipping, but I couldn't show that this whole ordeal got to me more than it should.
I wasn't ready to give Blake a way to get to me.
No one deserved to have my weakness.
"Soon, we won't just be different people working at separate companies. We'll be together as a family."
While people raised their glasses for a toast, Sienna's fingers trembled around her glass of wine. She couldn't do it.
If she couldn't handle the scene of watching her mother with another man, why bother to attend the dinner?
My father's gaze suddenly landed on me. "How about both of you have the first dance on the floor?"
"I'll pass."
"No, Mr. Sinclair."
We both said at the same time.
A few people at the table chuckled, but when I tilted my head to stare at them, they zipped up their lips. Much better.
"If you're both going to share a sibling, it's better you get along." One of them mused, staring at Blake like she was too naive to reject a dance with me, her future step brother.
I leaned towards Blake, whispering against her ears. "We're getting along quite well, right?"
She tensed, her cheeks burning hot. "Theo—"
"Let's give them the dance, shall we? I suppose getting this over with is better than having everyone's gaze piercing through us."
"Since when do you care about people's opinions?"
I glanced at my wrist watch, "right about now."
I extended my palm and she slowly placed hers on it. "You know we can just skip this, right?"
"Not in front of the guests."
She smirked, rising up slowly. "I know you care about your reputation, but what are people going to say when they see you dancing with your enemy?"
I snaked my arms around her waist, gazing into her green eyes. "That enemy is about to be my little sister. I should at least stick to being a gentleman in public, right?"