I Was His Bed Companion Novel by Oliver Hawke _ Novel





I Was His Bed Companion Chapter 01

I signed a special agreement to become Theodore Lane’s bed companion.
My job was to lull him to sleep every night.
Since being rescued from a kidnapping, he’s had trouble sleeping. He could only sleep while holding me.
No matter how he cycled lovers, he sent them away the moment I arrived at bedtime.
At first, Theodore hated it. He snapping at me, “You’re just here for the money too. Stop pretending you care.”
"Yeah, I'm just here for the money," I'd say numbly, hid my crush well.
Even in my diary, I'd call him formally as "Mr. Lane", keeping him at a distance.
We had been together so long that he thought I would never leave him.
Until he fell for a girl, racing all night and staying awake three days for her.
Right then, the ten‑year agreement between me and the Lane family expired.
Theodore’s mother Marcella slid the renewal contract across the table coldly, she certain I’d sign.
I was quiet for a long time that day.
Finally, I said softly, "No. Let's end it."
***
Late at night, when I arrived at the hotel suite, Theodore's latest girlfriend hadn't left yet.
The bedding had already been replaced, but a faint, intimate scent still hung in the air.
It was obvious how wild things had gotten in there.
Leirana Moreau's face was flushed. "Are you sure you won't let me stay the night?" she pouted.
Just then, she spotted me walking in.
She frowned. "Sorry, we don't need housekeeping right now."
Theodore let out a short laugh, correcting her, "She's not here to clean. She's mine."
Leirana froze for a second, then looked at him in disbelief. "You already have me. You're moving on that fast?"
Theodore leaned against the headboard, desire still lingering in his eyes as he looked over at me.
He raised an eyebrow, a teasing smirk on his lips. "Got a problem with me sleeping with my personal pillow?"
He pulled out two checks, scribbled on them quickly, and handed them to her. "Alright, you can leave now."
I stood side, waiting for her to take the money and walk away, like all the others before her.
Instead, she slapped the checks right back onto the table, lifted her chin, and snapped. "I don't want your money.
"I had a good time too. We both got what we wanted."
With that, she walked out of the suite without looking back.
Theodore ran his finger across the check, a rare flicker of surprise in his eyes.
But he quickly composed himself, pulling me into his arms like he always did.
He wrapped one arm around my waist, burying his face in the crook of my neck.
The scent still lingered in the air, refusing to fade.
When I glanced down, I spotted a bright red lipstick stain on the collar of his shirt.
It was impossible to miss, as if he belonged to Leirana.
He noticed my expression and asked, "Huh? What's wrong?" His voice was husky.
"You have lipstick on your collar," I said flatly, pointing at it.
Theodore seemed to be in a good mood tonight. "If it bugs you, I can change," he said.
I pressed my lips together and stayed silent.
"Alright," he said after thinking for a second. "Let's crash somewhere else."
"How about we go to your place tonight?"
I was startled. I had no idea why he suddenly wanted to go to my place.
But since we'd shared a bed for ten years, letting him stay over didn't feel like a big deal.
So I nodded.
After we got to my place, Theodore changed into the men's pajamas I'd kept for him, then headed straight to my bed and lay down.
Thanks to our size difference, he could wrap me up in his arms easily.
While we slept, he always held me face-to-face, one arm around my waist, the other around my back.
He pressed me tightly against him, as if I really were just a pillow.
I’ve always been picky about sleep. My sheets and duvet covers had to be light-colored, the mattress soft.
Even my pillows were fluffy, soft, and freshly laundered.
I had all my favorite stuffed animals lined up next to me, too. The bed wasn't huge, but it made me feel safe.
Right now, Theodore, in his deep black pajamas, was lying on my light pink bed.
He looked completely out of place.
He lowered his head, his nose brushing against my hair.
"Lyrissa," he asked after holding me for a while, confused, "why does your bed smell so good?"
I was already getting sleepy. "Everything's freshly washed," I mumbled.
But Theodore wasn't finished.
He didn't seem tired at all. He sniffed around until his nose brushed against my sensitive neck.
"Turns out this is the sweetest spot," he murmured, his voice rough.
His warm breath brushed against my skin, sending a faint shiver down my spine.
My heart skipped a beat. I looked up to say something, but my lips accidentally brushed against his chin.
We both froze.
I was too nervous to talk, scared he’d hear my heart pounding, so I tried to move away quietly .
But he pulled me right back, his grip tight. "What are you running from?" he said flatly.
His large hand rested on my thin shoulder. "Relax. I'm not into scrawny girls like you."

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