I cling to Quinn like my life depends on him. He guides me to the opposite direction I earlier came in. At the furthest end there's is a private elevator that takes us to the basement where his car is parked.
I break the silence even though I know he won't answer me. "How did you find me? Are you stalking me?"
"Stalking you?....please" He snorts. "I was with my.... Courtney when I saw you. You had fear written all over your face so I followed you." He answers to my surprise.
His red Lamborghini comes to sight.
He unlocks it and turns to face me.
"Get in!" He orders.
"You seriously need to stop ordering me around." I say.
"I can't help it am a Nickel." He grins and opens the door for me.
I try to hide my smile by biting my lip. Quinn releases an involuntarily moan. He bends until we are on the same level. His soft lips are inches apart, I can smell his aftershave. "Stop doing that if you don't want me to take you here like a caveman." He hisses and shuts the door.
I watch him walk to the drivers seat. He waste no time in starting the car. Once we hit the road he tunes the radio. It is a hip-hop station. I hate hip-hop. I reach for it and tune. I stop where I find coldplay's song fix you playing. I lean back satisfied and start to sing along. My joy is short lived. "Total crap!" Quinn snaps and tunes it back to the original station. "People aren't things to be fixed." He spats.
I don't bother to argue with him I sigh and look outside I then realise we are on a different route.
"I thought you were taking me home." I say trying not to panic.
"I am."
"This isn't the route to my apartment."
"Am taking you home." He assures.
I close my eyes and let my ears bleed from listening to the terrible music and hope Andre is play and not worried.
****
I am home.
I am where I once called home.
Quinn kills the engine in front of a fancy apartment. It is the west side of the city where the abnormal rich folks live. The building before me, was once my father's property before my uncle sold it to the Nickel's.
Memories of my childhood and my father floods me just looking at it. I compose myself before I break into tears.
Am almost there. I remind myself.
The ride up on the elevator isn't eventful. Tension is thick in the air. I can see regret on Quinn eyes. One of the rules of our booty call agreement is to always meet on a mutual place like an hotel for our sexual encounter. However, this isn't a meet up for a sexual encounter. Though him bringing me here is a big deal, considering he can't even give me his phone number.
The elevator opens and my mouth goes ajar.
"You live in a penthouse?"
Un-freaking-believable!
"Yeah," He shrugs.
The duplex evokes luxury, particularly thanks to the stunning panoramic view of the city. I allow my eyes to be mesmerised by every little thing. My greed to quench my curiosity takes over, I move and stand near the glazed slide door. He has a pool on the balcony and a garden. I feel Quinn take long strides to my position and settles behind me.
"Now, tell me what you were doing at that hotel!" He commands.
I first weigh whether to lie or come clean. "He was blackmailing me to steal something from the vice chancellor." I go with the truth.
"Were you sleeping with him?" He asks with a snide.
My response is immediate, "God, No." I say with disgust.
"Good, otherwise I would have gone back there and knocked him again over and over."
"What will happen now?" I ask in worry.
"leave that to me. " He says and starts to strip the dress off my body. It is too tight and he struggles to remove it. He settles on ripping it.
I gasp.
"What!" He asks in feign shock, "I hated that dress the moment I saw you in it. It reeks of cheapness."
His hands gently brush my arm, setting my body on fire. His lips too leave feathery kisses on my shoulders. My subconscious, she keeps on reminding to stop, otherwise this will be a vicious cycle of perpetual torture with Quinn. Him pushing me away, him coming back when am about to start over. Instead, I stomp on her to shut up, by swirling around to face Quinn. I put my arm around his neck and bring his lips down to mine.
The moment his lips find mine, my body comes alive. His hand wander further to my butt, he gives it a tiny squeeze before he lifts me. My legs going round his waist. He walks us to a nearby Micheal Jackson sofa. All this while kissing.
Like a baby being put to sleep, he gently lays me on it. He breaks the kiss once am fully laying on it.
"Perfect, you look like you came with the sofa." He attempts to sound sober.
I attempt to pull him back to me by his jacket. But, shakes his head moving back. "Patience is a virtue." He says.
He removes his jacket and tosses it on the floor. He then resumes to position to lay on top of me. He starts to kiss my neck, moving to my ear, nibbling it. His hand straying down to my sex. I arch my back to better access.
Suddenly he flips us over like pancakes. Am now on top of him.
"Come sit here." He says and pats the armrest near his head.
I do as instructed, am still in my underwears and red stilettos. I bend to remove them.
"Don't!" Quinn is quick to object.
I settle into the instructed position, Quinn parts my legs, "Open for me baby," He begs with eyes full of lustrous passion.
I obey. I suddenly feel exposed with my legs open and him under them. He starts by slowly kissing my ankles, moving up trailing kisses until he is at the inside of my thighs. He swiftly removes my red thong and throws it away. He doesn't attempt to remove his clothes. I then realise what he wants to do and embarrassment creeps up.
He starts to rub my clitoris in a Come Hither manner and I arch my back further to welcome all the pleasure. I feel a warm breeze and realise it is Quinn's lips. I have never been kissed there. I try to close my legs but Quinn holds them still while the sofa's armrest digs into my skin.
He doesn't stop, he inserts a finger while he continues to use his tongue to torture me. He continues while my nails dig into his shoulder and the other on the sofa for support.
"Soft like silk." I hear him comment. Though my mind is in a sex frenzy.
He continues the process, pressure builds up in my lower stomach, giving me the urge to pee. Finally in a wave I cum undone.
My breathing is erratic, my legs are shaking, so is my whole body. I stay in that state before I feel Quinn kiss my core softly. Am afraid to look at him. Quinn the bossy pants just went down on me! Humbling I must say.
He moves and kneels in front of me. I should offer the pleasure too, which of course I know Quinn's response but I try anyway by reaching for his belt.
His eyes turn murderous. "Don't even think about it." He warns.
At least I tried.
He gathers me in his arms like a feeble child, and together we lay on the small sofa.