Chapter 8

ARLETTE’S POV

He came. Professor Quinn actually came to Eyepatch. 

I knew he wanted to talk to me. My assignment, and then, I have some catching up to do with class work, but it warms my heart knowing that he is here. 

Aaron Jackson wasn’t lying when he said he owned me. Well, I am shackled to him after he lent me some money. Now, I work here trying to pay back this shitty debt, but it only gets hard as days go by. 

“A bottle of wine here,” I hear Quinn orders and I nod, going over to serve them at their table. 

How I met Jackson is an unfortunate memory, I needed the money, and he had some to offer. 

As a loan shark, he owns me; he makes me take whatever the patrons at his club want me to do. Tonight, one patron poured his drink on me and was licking it off. 

I’ve had worse days, but I need whatever scrape I can have off here to repay my debt to him. 

“Here is your drink,” I say politely, gently placing the bottle of expensive scotch on the table. 

The men who sat on Professor Quinn’s table had striking resemblance to him, but I wasn’t supposed to have small talk with the Patrons unless they wanted something from me. I turn to leave when I hear the command fill in my ears. 

“When do you sign out from this shithole?” Quinn asks. 

“Four a.m.” I utter. 

You have three hours to go. I will wait for you.” He says. 

I opened my mouth to argue but knew best to shut my mouth. Nodding once, I made my way back to the bar. 

As usual, the club gets busy; patrons are yelling, drinking and having fun while I serve drinks endlessly behind the bar. About ten minutes to closing time, the bar is almost empty, and I round up on washing the glasses. Going for a broom, I start sweeping and putting the chairs together. 

I am exhausted, I’ve got sweat dripping down my body and I want to snug into my bed and cry. Counting the money, I lock it in the safe, place it in Jackson’s office, then making sure everywhere is closed properly behind me, I take out the trash on my way out. 

“Had a good day?” I hear a familiar voice behind me and startle as I spot Prof Quinn staring at me as he looks around. 

He had left the club a couple of hours ago and I knew he was gone, well, he was serious on having that conversation with me anyways. 

“Hell No!” I lament. 

Taking the trash bag from my hand, I watch how he effortlessly dumps it in the bin before removing a white piece of cloth in his pocket to dust his hands clean. 

“Where are your companions?” I ask walking beside him. 

“My brothers? They had things to do.” He speaks as we reach the parking lot and he opens the car for me.  

“Those men who looked like they walked out straight from a mafia book are your brothers?” I ask before using both hands to clasp my mouth in shock. 

This man cackles, and the sound is so reach I squeeze my legs, hoping I don’t cum just from the sound of his voice. 

“They aren’t all that goodlooking, you know?” He says, starting the ignition and I steal a glance at him. 

Yeah! He was mad at the thought of me praising his brothers. 

The ride to a place I didn’t know was different from the one I had slept in the night we had first met. This one was huge. A mansion and it was built in a fashionable style. I noticed the gold bars on the gate, as well as the men who stood guard in this magnificent place. 

“Where are we?” I ask. 

“My house.” He replies, his voice normal as if he was just yawning or something.

 my jaws hanging low. 

I gulp but don’t ask further questions, rather, I wait for him to park the car and before I can get out of the car, he surprises me by being there, beating me to it. I notice more men patrolling the area and although I want to pay attention to it, this man is tugging my hand into his own and dragging me towards his mansion, 

Inside the mansion, I notice portraits of Professor Quinn on the wall. He looks different, with different people who looked almost... dangerous. 

Prof Quinn doesn’t let go of my hand until we enter his room. 

“Why don’t you shower? I’ll have my cook make you something to eat.” He says. 

It is then I remember that I have been working so hard that I totally forgot to eat something last night. 

“Oh shit! I missed dinner. Again.” I mutter beneath my breath and inhale when I notice Quinn staring straight into my eyes. 

“I don’t like that you skip meals often,” he says as he shows me the bathroom. 

“Go freshen up, I’ll have food brought up in a bit,” he says caressing my hair. 

“I can look for my own food,” I say. 

Quinn's hand connects with my butt as he spanks it. “That’s not up for debate, Red. Now, get in there. I’ll leave you a change of clothes for when you are done.” 

Plastering a kiss on my lips, he steps back and out of the room, giving me the privacy I deserve. I secretly wished he had walked in with me to the shower. 

His house was big, and so was his room. Just like the rest of this massive place, Quinn’s bathroom was massive. I found my way around and used his shower gels on my body. It was surprising how tasty Professor Quinn was in terms of hygiene. 

Wrapping myself in a clean towel, I notice a blue shirt and no panties. Frowning, I put it on and headed out of the room. 

It wasn’t hard to find my way to the kitchen because the food smelled so good. I followed it all the way to the kitchen and gasp when I realized that Prof Quinn had rolled up his sleeved and his tucked in white shirt held him like a new skin. 

“Fuck me!” I breathe out softly. 

And the look I had from Quinn made me kick myself mentally.