And Then He Called Me

Chapter 7

Leif's POV

I'm very confused, I have no idea what happened yesterday, and I thought that it will help if I will sleep, but I'm still just as confused as I was before.

I have no idea why Quinton decided to go out of my house, before we could do anything, but it's even more weird because of the fact that he decided to give me a lot of money.

And we just talked, so I really have no idea why he did that.

To be honest, I really hope that I will see him again, because I want some answers.

But me doesn't pick up his phone, and he doesn't answer to my texts, although that's most likely because it's very early, and he's most likely still sleeping.

So, I go outside of the house, and I try to enjoy the cold air, because I know that it will be hot later on.

A while later, my phone rings, and I smile, before I look at my phone, expecting it to be a call from Quinton.

Although I'm disappointed when I see that it's Haven again.

I accept the call, and I put the phone to my ear, hoping that he will tell me Quinton's address.

"How did it go?" He asks me, and I chuckle.

"We didn't do anything." I say.

"Why not?" He asks, sounding almost as confused as I do.

"I have no idea. We talked for hours, and then I made a move and he said that he has to go, before he gave me some of the money that he promised to give me, and he said that it's because he had a good time with me." I tell him, and than he chuckles.

"What?" I ask him with a frown on my face.

"It seems that Quinton likes you, and that's most likely the reason that he didn't want to sleep with you the same day as you met. He wants to make a good first impression despite the situation." He tells me.

"How do you know that?" I ask him.

I'm not sure if Haven and Quinton know each other personally, but even if they do, I doubt that Haven knows him enough to know that something like that could happen.

"It happened to me before." He tells me.

"Quinton liked you?" I ask, hoping that I didn't hear correctly.

"No, not Quinton. It was someone else." He tells me, and I have to resist the urge to sigh in relieve.

"Do you know Quinton's address?" I ask him.

"No, he never let me drive to his house, we met in mine every time." He responds, and I groan.

"I have to go." I tell him, and then I hang up, before he can say a goodbye.

I look at the sky for a while, before I go back inside to make myself some breakfast.

The I go to the living room, while I keep glancing at my phone, hoping to see a message from Quinton.