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Quinn: is he treating you well?
My neck and face heated at the memories of all the times he’d treated me well in the car, in my room, on the kitchen counter, in his office…
Nick: yup
Nick: total gentleman
Quinn: how long have you been fucking him?
Nick: how did you know??????
Quinn: you just told me
Nick: DAMMIT QUINN
Nick: HOW DARE YOU REVERSE UNO ME!!!!!
He sent a line of laughing emojis.
Nick: about a month
Quinn: and you’re sure he didn’t coerce you at all?
Nick: not at all. Fucker made me wait to get the D! this thing has been going on for 2 months now and I’ve only been getting the good stuff for half the time
Quinn sent more laughing emojis.
Quinn: as long as you’re okay with everything
Nick: totally okay. We understand each other
Now were a block from my stop. Gathering up my stuff, I pulled the indicator cord. When I was off the bus, I opened my texts.
Quinn: I have to get ready for a meeting. Let me know if you need anything. Talk soon
Nick: talk soon
I added some hearts and kissy faces and sent the text off.
“Ugh,” I grumbled and slipped my phone away. “Worst day ever.”
All I wanted was some bestie cuddles and to eat my weight in carbs, but Aiden was working tonight, and Gray had to get up before dawn to get to work on time and it was already close to his bedtime.
The twins were on the same crew as Gray, so they got up just as early as he did, and Kai was busy with his upcoming move.
Evan had been away for the past week traveling between his offices and doing whatever businesspeople did on work trips.
I didn’t do well with idle time and being left to my own devices usually led to me doing stupid shit because boredom made my brain itchy.
Still moping about having to spend the evening being sad by myself, I took the long way home. My usual route was a straight shot from the bus stop to my building, but the walk was boring and cut through some sketchy side streets. This way took longer, but the streets were prettier and it wasn’t as creepy.
Not many people were out and about since it was early evening, but just seeing other people made me feel less alone as I made my way down a picturesque street with stately houses and well-manicured lawns.
Why did they always put rich neighborhoods next to poor ones? Was it to make the rich people feel better about their situation? Or was it to make poor people feel worse?
Movement caught my eye. I glanced over my shoulder as the hairs on the back of my neck lifted with goosebumps.
A giant of a man was walking about twenty feet behind me. I’d noticed him when I got off the bus. Had he followed me?
