Quin's Dilemma

Ch. 8 - A Fucking Dilemma

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"He gives off some serious
big dick energy..."

- Blaire
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Chapter 8 - A Fucking Dilemma

▪️Q U I N T I N▪️

Raising the small glass to my lips, I quickly tipped my head back and downed the burning liquid in one shot.

Briefly closing my eyes, I sighed and relaxed into the comfortable seating of the booth. I was sitting in one of Raeni's clubs, the bass of the music flowing through me. Jade wanted to party, seeing as it was Caribbean night and they played a wide range of music from Reggae, Dancehall, Soca, as well as a few other mixed genres.

Since neither Dominic nor Vincent needed my immediate services, I decided to come sit down and join her for a drink or two. I was proud of how far I had come in terms of controlling my alcohol consumption, but sometimes I just needed to feel that slight buzz.

"You know, Q, I still can't believe that you're in love with Vincent," Blaire said while leaning into me.

My eyes popped open as I sat up straight, "Would you keep your voice down?"

Waving me off, she added, "Relax! It's not like he can hear us."

Jade giggled as she watched me glance at Jee-min a few meters away before discreetly looking up towards the third level of the club. The mafia heads were having a small meeting and as my eyes glanced over Vincent's side profile while he sat next to Dominic, I found myself sighing.

I knew that they could not hear anything we were saying given the distance coupled with the loud music. However, I was paranoid. Ever since our encounter in the kitchen, I had done my best to keep my feelings in check.

In the end, I decided to listen to Vincent while also following my heart.

This simply meant that I would not pursue a romantic relationship with him. But where my feelings for him were concerned, I did not ignore them, allowing my emotions to run their natural course.

Vincent and I had resumed our daily routines as though nothing had happened that night.

Naturally, I was truly grateful that there was no weird discomfort between us. At least once I had learnt not to be so awkward, which had taken me a few weeks and honestly, I had no plans of disturbing the peace between us.

I treasured the friendship I had with him and I did not want to jeopardise it.

Blaire's voice pulled me from my thoughts, "Seriously though, of all the people in Aelbank City you could have chosen, why him?"

I answered with a shrug before downing another shot from the tray that was situated on the centre of our table. As the multicoloured liquid burned my throat, I wonder how many of these I would need to consume before I would begin to feel their numbing effects.

"He can't help who he loves, Blaire," Jade said, coming to my rescue.

"But it's been what? Eight months since that night in the kitchen? Eight freaking months! Yet our Q clearly still has feelings for the man."

I grimaced at her words.

Just listening to Blaire made me realise how pathetic I was.

Even after eight months, while I had listened to Vincent's warning, simultaneously, I was unable to ignore the longings of my heart. Ill-advisedly, I still secretly pined after Vincent, hoping by some miracle that I could make him mine one day.