Quinn's pov
I get into my car and sit clutching the steering wheel firmly. I am angry.I recall how badly I have treated Cara. I can't help but direct some anger towards her. Why does everything have to be this damn hard? Why did she have to complicate it the first night we met? I hate everything about it.
I watch her from my jeep, she stands outside the clinic. I don't know what she's waiting for or who? Her phone rings and she starts to talk, she laughs, it is an intoxicating one, so genuine.
I knew this day must come the day all the madness and the booty calls will end. It has been four years of nothing but pleasure after pleasure. Now I must end it. I must say goodbye and forget it.
A cab arrives and she boards it. My phone rings. It is Becky, some girl I fucked during my self-discovery Europe tour. She moved to the states for work, she has been pestering me about catching up and we all know what that means.
I sent her a quick text that I will be there.
I might as well get back on the sleeping around life, I intend to terminate the booty call agreement.
I bring my engine to life.
Once she is out of sight, I drive the opposite direction. My phone buzzes, it is a text from my father.
Dad: You need to talk with Courtney.
I switch it off. I have no room for 'Courtney's thoughts' She is great, a best friend I have had for years but
I drive towards the address Becky gave me. I am more surprised when the address leads me to the Emerson Hotel. I step out of my jeep, I brush my hand on my forehead wiping off the sweat. I stand for a while under the scorching sun contemplating what I am about to do. I am not a kid I am aware of what will ensue once I walk inside that hotel and what I can potentially complicate if unfortunately, I cross paths with Courtney Emerson.
I make my decision and hand over my keys to the valet.
The only sure way to fully end the Booty Call is to breach it, if I sleep with Becky then I will have violated a clause in it, thus leading to its termination.
I hastily march towards the room number provided by Becky. Most of the employees here know me. Most stop me to enquire if they can grace me with their services or if I am here o see Courtney of Mr.Emerson. I want none of the two to know of my presence in the Hotel. My father has been trying to push Courtney and me together for an alliance of the two families.
I am lucky to get to Becky's room after all of the frustrating interruptions. She opens the door after my knock. She looks as good as I remember, shes is curvy with a kind babyface that hosts a smile one can get lost in.
I am caught off guard when she jumps on me. Her weight and my unpreparedness push both of us backwards, the doorframe luckily saves us from a fall.
"You came." It is more of an accusation.
"I am a man of my word," I confess.
“And that is what makes you great." She charms me with her small smile.
I swim in that compliment, it has been a while since I had a positive affirmation.
I help myself on her bed as I sip in her being. For those years she truly has grown into her womanhood.
"like what you see?" she attempts to flirt.
"I do. " I admit.
She starts to take off her jacket and I start to have a second thought.
"So what have you been up to?" she asks.
"Trying to build more empires," I say bored.
"The problems only the rich create since they don't have any." She replies.
“Arent you not royal?" If I remember correctly she was the daughter of a duke.
"That's why I am trying to break away and stand on my own."
I watch her hang her coat before she adds, "Enough with the chit chat, we both know why we are here." She Is direct.
Do I want to do this?
I have to do this, I remind myself
She starts to walk towards me and the air between us becomes dense. We had intense chemistry back then. We spend most of our times naked in bed. Only one girl has been able to beat that sexual chemistry, Cara. I breathe in and out as she takes calculated steps filled with striptease each step a piece of her clothes comes out and I feel my body starting to get excited and I throw all caution to the wind when she is finally on my feet. I pull her closer, I smell her perfume as I feel the warmth of her body pressed closer to mine, it is surreal. I remember how it felt like at the airport saying goodbye to her, I felt like the world had disappeared beneath me. And up to date, I have asked myself was it passion fueled by sexual desire or there was more that we never gave time to mature. Cara filled that thought when I returned, I didn't want to dig deep into it as I was afraid of what I was to find. I have been burned before, once bitten twice shy.
I pull away when I see she is about to kiss me. This is idiocy, I want to my booty call to end yet I want to get entangled in another again. It is like jumping from the pan into the fire.
I step away from her, confusion plasters her face.
"I can't do this," I step back and try to explain. "I was wrong to come here."
She shakes her head and now her face wears a different look, "You are in love with someone else, aren't you?" she finally speaks.
I shake my head distasteful, the accusation is obnoxious, "not at all but I am sleeping with someone else." I attempt to clarify.
"You like her?" She asks.
"I find her tolerable," I say.
"How can you sleep with someone and not like them?" She is surprised.
"The two are neither related nor co-dependant." I am honest.
Her face gets a shade darker, she is angry. "Get the fuck out of my room." She tries to push me.
I can't stand man handling regardless of the gender that practices it. "Don't ever do that with me." I cautiously warn her.
"Get out." She opens the door.
I breathe in relief once I am out.
"Asshole." she bangs the door behind me.
I barely get to finish breathing before I hear my name being called out. I turn to see Courtney walking towards me.
"What are you doing here?" She is pleased to see me.
"I was looking for you." I swiftly lie.
She smiles, "what a coincidence I was about to call you. Your father told me you had something you needed to discuss with me?" she asks.
Damn him!
"There is back to school party, which Ryan will be deejaying we can talk over there," I suggest.
I just hope she will get drunk and not want to discuss anything until I find a solution.
"This is amaziiing, " she says and dips another fry into the yoghurt and takes a bite."I told you lemon biscuit flavour is the best," I say.She takes the last remaining fry and turns to me, "You win, lemon biscuit it is. Though chocolate chips are still bae." She smiles tilting her head."Speaking of bae's where is yours, I don't see his stuff around," I say, my eyes skimming the expensive condo she lived in.She is the daughter of the country's top fashion designer Ignad Rivers. The sole heiress to Ignad fashion Company. She comes from money like everyone else on our campus.The institute is for the rich and famous kids. The who and who attend the school. To survive you have to fit in.Her eyes fall, her hand's fiddle with the yoghurt cup. The back of her hand wipes a single tear that is about to fall. Roxana always loves to play tough, even when she isn't feeling all tough. Like she recovered from a nightmare, she smiles at me."I kicked his cheating ass out. I can't feed, house a
The road to hell is paved with back arching toe-curling orgasms and devilish looks that silently whisper "baby please".'baby please,' Is the look Quinn gives me.Yeah, i am weak as a frail twig. I gave in to his I need your text, and here I am.His head is tilted, staring at me through his long thick lashes and trying to feign a babyface. Which is a massive fail, because he is Quinn. His features are rough. His perfect chisel face is purple, bruises print his face. Probably he was in a fight. It is not in my place to ask or care. That is the kind of relationship.His faces inch forward, his cold lips brush mine. My body trembles at the simple act. I feel him smoothen the fabric of my red dress. "I like the one you wore earlier." He whispers."Please," I'm surprised I can form any coherent word. His lips lightly brush mine in a teasing manner. My body aches and my fingers itch to grab him and have my way with him and end his little torture game. He moves from my lips to my cheek an
Two days pass with a sluggish pace that leaves my skin crawling. Classes and assignments distract me from Quinn, for a while. Though the thought of him ending our agreement before I put my plan in action nags me. "This is embarrassing but I need your help." My brother, Oliver, says from the other side of the phone."What is it about?" I ask curiously. He never asks me for help it is the other way round."I will meet you in the evening at your place to explain." "Okay," I say unsure if to be worried about the whole help thing. "Bye C.," He says his nickname for me before hanging up. A way to get me to agree to whatever he is planning.I tap my feet impatiently, I look behind me and across. The hall is deadpan silent. I look down on my phone. Only a message from Roxana stares back. It is an emergency meeting, requesting we meet at Cole's Cafe at lunch. I curse at Quinn cause after all these years he is yet to trust me to give me his personal phone number. Now I have to stalk him like
Cole's Café is a fifteen drive distance. All the way I listen to Hey there Delilah by Plain White T's. It was my mum's favourite. And eventually grew to become mine. I was nine years old then when the song was released. She told me the song reminded her of my father. "Why?" I would innocently ask. "Because a long time ago before you were born. We were poor. Very poor. But your father would remind me that one day his dream would pay the bills.""Just like he promises Delilah that his guitar will pay the bills." I would understand.I pull into the Café parking space. Today is on Thursday and the day is usually slow and lazy. As expected the Cafe is almost empty. Friday's and Monday's is when the students hog the tables. To discuss plans for the weekend and later discuss the events from the weekend.Cole's Café is an eccentric shop. Not your usual yuppie coffee place. More like a bar, with Occasional barbecues.I spot Roxana immediately, she lifts her hand and waves, as I get closer I
The group orders their meal. I'm a nervous wreck around them. Every single stare from them makes me shudder. It's like they can tell I don't belong here, that I am a fake. "The gala is still Saturday night, right?" Jermaine turns to Quinn. Quinn just nods.Jermaine goes back to his phone, after a few minutes he lifts his head, with a victorious smile. "I just secured a date to the gala with Elsie." He announces. "Elsie with the big boobs?" Lee asks. "Mmh." Jermaine nods. Ryan scrunches his nose in distaste. He rarely talks. "Up top" Lee high 5's Jermaine."What about you Ryan?" Courtney all over sudden asks. When our eyes meet, I can see a mischievous glint in them. "I plan to go with my parents." Ryan answers."That's sad. Why don't you ask Cara over here." She purses her lips together as she looks at me. "She looks like a sweet girl." She adds. Someone clears their throat. I turn and find it is Quinn. His eyes are narrowed and jaws tightly clenched.I shift uncomfortably o
Quinn's povI zip my leather bag, I turn to find four pair of eyes staring at me."What!" I bark."You just have this goofy look on your face." Lee notes."And you have this moronic look of a face, so?" I state back."You are hopeless." Lee throws his hand."We are heading to Cole's Cafe, do you want to come?" Jermaine asks.I hate the place, it is too overcrowded. The only thing I find tolerable is their coffee and the owner. I became acquitted with Cole in my freshman year. As the rest of my peer partied and lived their youths. I would spend my weekends there. Typing and auditing some of my father's client. Once the place would empty, Cole would join me. We talked about politics, weather, sports, history, the modern woman...and I once mentioned my booty call with Cara. He huffed and sighed to what had become of the women today. On serious days he would talk about how hard it is to run a business in a shitty economy and government policies. He wasn't lucky to serious employment after
I close my eyes and squeeze them shut for a moment. I expected Quinn to call or text. I am a little disappointed. Okay, very disappointed. My little guide book, 'How to make him yours' is supposed to make him beg. Okay, maybe I am exaggerating, I just put in action one step out of twenty steps. A figure blocks my path, deterring me from reaching my destination. I lift my head, the morning sun blocking my sight. "Good morning sunshine? Miss me?" Chad asks. I blink twice to get a better view of him. The sun has kissed his face making him look like an angel with a halo, while in a real sense he is the devil. "Get out of my way Chad, not in the mood." I groan. He leans forward as if inspecting my face. I take a step back."Looks like someone is 'inflammatory' and didn't get a dose of DIClofenac last night. That makes two of us." He says. "So you are finally admitting you are gay." I taunt him."Oh, I can show you how gay I am not." He wrinkles his eyebrows suggestively.I scrunch up
The question is so unexpected such that I am not prepared to come up with anything to say.My mouth works faster than my brain. “No, they are held up on a business trip.” I babble.She glares at me with so much scepticism. Her eyes dart away from me before she speaks again.“Funny that have never met your parents for the entire period we have been on the campus." She says.I know what she means; in this institute, the surname is what gets you known and respected. Almost all parents are deeply involved in school activities except the few hapless kids that get admitted here on a scholarship basis. They are bullied and demeaned in all possible ways.“You will during the graduation ceremony," I reply.“And your brother who studies in Europe?” Her eyes twinkle with curiosity as she asks. “Also him,” I say with resignation.That shuts her up and I am glad when she stops asking personal questions. She pulls up at a large shopping store. With the words, Satisfaction proudly typed on the fron