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Quinn's povI can't believe it is over a month since the wedding. Life has been crazy, what would have been or perceived as a honeymoon by the public was just a business vacation.Courtney spends her days shopping and the evenings posting what she shopped for. I spend my days in meetings one after another and my nights going through the reports from the meetings.Only occasionally I would steal a peek in the social media. I would click to a specific profile. She was dormant in social media but I was hoping she had posted something. Ryan had stated his intention so I stalked her to see if she agreed. Later I would log out and feel like the biggest scum on earth to be stalking another woman even when my wife was in the room. I would secretly send flowers to Courtney to ease my guilt.Our nights in bed we spend talking of old days and how our days were. Sometimes we fell asleep with our clothes on. I never initiated any intentions of sexual activity. Somehow I found myself relaxed and co
His Booty Call 65
Cara's Pov"Psst...psst...psst." For a second I think I am imagining the annoying hissing sound until I feel a wet towel fall on my shoulder.I awkwardly smile at the family seated on the table I am currently cleaning. I put the dirty dishes on a tray. I turn with a grim face to find Kelly smiling at me. She signals at me to look at the entrance. I do.My favourite pair of couple walk in. Some of the customers turn to look at the newest couple in town. Instagram has turned them into couple goals. Their matching outfits, their live sessions on social media doing things together, working out together, they have even become marriage counsellors.I quickly carry my tray and hurry back to the kitchen."Should I go to their table and accidentally trip carrying hot, super hot pepper soup?" Kelly walks in after me."No, that is what they want. Drama." I throw the wet towel back to Kelly. It leaves a damp spot on my shoulder.I walk back to the door and peep to see where Quinn, Courtney, Roxan
His Booty Call 66
Graduation day finally arrives.The day welcomes me with two open hands, it is a good day, a promising one. The ceremony is commencing. The sitting arrangement is based on honours classification and alphabetically based on the student's surname. I am on the front row because I am graduating with a first-class, and so is Quinn. He is a seat away from me.I can't bring myself to concentrate on what is being said ahead of me. I have my tablet pretending to be taking photos but I am chatting with Jack. I invited him for my graduation despite the terrible date we had the other day. He sends a GIF, it is so damn funny. I put my hand over my mouth to stop myself from laughing. Someone lets out an annoying cough, I turn to find Quinn giving me a wicked stare. I roll my eyes and concentrate back on my chat with Jack. I will not let him ruin my day like how his words ruined my date.What did he even mean with his words? Does he know something I don't? Shit, I am doing it again, letting Quinn wi
His Booty Call 67
Elope with me.Those words hang around me. How can he ask me such a thing in the middle of my crisis? The ride back to his penthouse didn’t do any good. I couldn’t stop thinking about his proposal, in fact it rendered my other problems as nothing.I have never been a wedding girl, never attended one, never pictured myself as a bride. So his question was beyond me. We stayed the night at the pent house as usual he left us there to go be with his wife, the irony! The next day, Kelly orders an uber for us and I am glad to be back at my apartment. She leaves for work and I am left all alone. I sleep most of the morning and when I wake up I draft my resignation letter. I honestly don’t know what to do next but I want to hurt Andre and his mother as badly they have deceived me. I decide to read my mother’s diary. Most the entries are when she was a teenager. She seemed so in love with Wayne and Ryan’s mother didn’t lie. It is because of him that their Friendship ended the only Question I hav
His Booty Call Introduction
"You don't have to go this low." I turn to my younger brother, Oliver, he is sprawled flat on the sofa. His eyes fixed on me, watching my every movement with intensity. I sigh heavily, "I have to." I turn away from his daggering stare. I slip my black stilettoes heels. They matched my bloody red dress. Just the way Quinn loves it.I cringe and smile at the thought of his tongue and hands running throughout my body. I shouldn't be feeling this way."There are other ways, it won't be always like this," Oliver says, moving to sit upright."It has been over ten years Oliver, things have been like this." I remind him.He stands and walks up to me, his height shadows me. People always confused him for being the eldest."As if sleeping with the enemy isn't enough, now you want to go ahead and seduce him into a relationship. Count me out of this." "We are a family," I state."That's right.""This our ticket Oliver, can't you see that?""No. It's your ticket." He snaps."Trust me for once."
His Booty Call 1
He can't see me."You have to live a little," Roxana says. She is seated on my left. Her seat is near the window.I can't take my eyes off him.I nod, "Mmmh.""So you are coming tonight?" Her voice is full of excitement.He runs his hand through his hair. His eyes fixed on his phone."Where?" I have no idea what she is talking about."Back to school party, duh!""No." "It's our last quarter on campus, you should have fun. Otherwise, you will be graduating still a virgin."He can't even avert his gaze. He never looks at me."Did you hear what I just said? And what is that you are looking at?" She moves to get a better angle.She follows my gaze."Quinn, such an eye candy. Don't start fantasizing he is out of every girl league except her." She tips her head towards the door.Courtney Emerson.The sole heiress to Emerson industries. She walks in with grace, her hair freely flowing on her shoulders. Her steps are calculated and intended. Her presence demands attention. The entire class
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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
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"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
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