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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
His Booty Call 2
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
His Booty Call 3
"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
His Booty Call 4
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
His Booty Call 5
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
His Booty Call 6
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
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