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 a creep to talk to him.
A few minutes later, a group of students walk out. They lazily stalk down the hall. My eyes roam around, scanning for Quinn. I spot him walk out, he has a bag draped on his shoulder. With his infamous bored look, his hands are buried deep inside his pockets.
He stalks towards the gent's bathroom. I wait before making my way towards the bathroom. I know what I am about to do goes beyond our agreement rules, no public interactions. I push the door. He is at the urinary and lucky me he is alone. I lock the door behind me to make sure no one gets in.
I stand by the door, just to be satisfied when he turns around and finds me there. He yelps when he turns and finds me standing there. A scowl etches across his face.
"What the hell? What are you doing in here?" He asks irritated.
I give him a wicked smile. "I'm horny," I say winking mischievously.
I move to close the distance between us. He moves to a closer sink. He washes his hands and splashes water across his beautiful face.
"I am unsure why you are telling me this." He says.
"Cause I need you." I use his usual words.
His eyes are wide like a saucer and his mouth wide open. Though he is quick to wear he doesn't care look.
My hands move to his chest. He is wearing a black T. Shirt that wraps his whole torso like a second skin.
"Don't play games with me." He hisses.
"I am not." A small smile plays on my lips. Quinn just gives me a serious boring look. He is so stingy with smiles.
There is a small noise at the door. He glances at the door.
"Don't worry I locked it."
I tiptoe to get to be on the same height as him. I plant a small kiss on his sealed lips. He doesn't move, which is a disappointment because I expected him to reject me. I trail kisses down to his neck; teasing him all the way, after all, I have learned from the master himself. He just stands there like a statue. It is like kissing a tree.
I stop and look at him. He is staring back, looking bored. I never give up easily. I have a mission.
“So… are you gonna kiss me now, or what?” I ask frustrated.
I am disappointed when he gives in easily. He pushes me against the wall, trapping me with his muscular body. Without any hesitation, he pushes his tongue into my mouth. He starts slow, tasting and teasing. I am sent over the edge. The kiss progresses fast into a wild one, sending me into overdrive. I have to remind myself. I'm on a mission.
My hands work on his body, I push him slightly, he doesn't budge. Next, I push him harder. He released me from my cage without breaking the kiss. I take that as an opportunity to take back control. I abruptly end the kiss, stepping away from him. I stand a few steps away. Admiring the work of my seduction skills. It is a perfect work of art. His lips are full from kissing, his eyes are hooded in a dark stare full of lust. My eyes dart to a bulge on his trousers. It is a fantastic art.
I smirk at him.
He scowls.
"Payback tastes like a cold plate of pasta," I say satisfied and turn dramatically. I start to walk away.
"You are playing with fire," Quinn yells at me.
I turn and smile at him, "And I am the damn fire extinguisher." I say and lock the door.
I take a few steps before a familiar voice stops me. "What were you doing there?"
I turn to find Chad leaning casually on a metal pole. He is wearing a white wife-beater with a black leather jacket, he combines this look with ripped black jeans. He always has an aura of a bad boy. One of the reasons, Roxana is crazy about him.
Two girls pass us, they check him out and giggle.
"None of your business," I say walking past him.
The male bathroom door open and an angry Quinn walks out. His eyes lock with mine in a warning and walk away.
"I see." Chad says, "Aren't we casting our net far from our reach." He moves from the pole towards me. His mouth stretches into an evil grin. "An heir to a multi-billion empire with a nobody, now that's scandalous."
"You have quite an imagination, Chad. Maybe you use it and stop being a gold digger." I beckon.
"Maybe I will." The way he says it, makes me shudder.
He gives me one last stare before leaving.
My Audi is seated on the parking lock I unlock it and get comfortable behind the wheel. I had missed it. I smile at myself victoriously, I was able to go through with step one of my plan. I now hope the book, 'How to make him yours' I bought on A****n works.
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
"Shit. Double hell!" I exclaim.Roxana rolls her eyes, "Just call him, you don't have to be overdramatic." She says.I try to remember if we exchanged numbers with Ryan. He's supposed to pick me up in less than ten minutes for the gala dinner. I quickly skim through my contacts list, until I spot his name and text him Roxana's address. I had initially given him my address but Oliver is there with his girlfriend."I'll get that." Roxana offers when her doorbell rings.I nod and sit on her dresser to do my makeup.Minutes later, she storms in angry. "Ugh! I hate my fucking life." She screams in annoyance."Now who is being overdramatic?" I ask. She bangs a box that was on her arms. "Can't wait to graduate and be free to live my life as I wish." She rips it apart to reveal what is inside. It is a dress. "You got to be kidding me." She says as she lifts it. It is the same as the one she is wearing and got from Satisfaction."Where did that one come from?" "Where do you think? My paren
I briskly take calculated steps towards them. My heart is beating so fast for a moment I imagine myself falling from a heart attack.I'm hoping a small part of them will recognise me, but I also pray they won't. Over the past ten years, I have lived trying to erase my past and planning my revenge.The man is the first to look towards my direction, our eyes lock and I feel disgusted by just looking at him and what he did to my father; his brother by blood. Yes, sadly, he is my uncle. Quinn follows his gaze. His eyes sweep my entire body and I see him swallow a lump. Himself, he looks good in a tuxedo, a black bow tie and Oxford shoes. I search his face to see if he's angry because I didn't respond to his I need you to text yesterday.Finally, I stand before them. I want to take my eyes off them but I can't. I just can't believe the people I once called family could be such monsters. My aunt's eyes search mine. Crises form on her forehead. She now looks more sophisticated than the woma
I scoff in disbelief. He's unbelievable. He ignores me throughout and only wants me for one thing. But again isn't that what I am to him; his booty call.He leans forward and kisses me and I kiss him back with more fervour than I had before, and we stand there kissing and kissing. I feel lightheaded from his sweet kisses.I am swoon. The kisses are more different from the other times. He gentle and passionate unlike the other times he is driven by his animalistic desire.He breaks the kiss, making me feel empty from the absence of his soft and warm lips. He lifts me like am a bag of feathers, weighing close to nothing. He carries me back to the bathroom and locks it. He rests me on top of a sink, pushes my legs apart. His hand move up the dress slit to where it exposes my garter. He moves past it to my sex. He brushes a finger through my panty before bringing it to his nose and sniffing it. I gasp involuntary, I have never been so turned on. "You smell of sin." He says as he brings