The Life Of Quinn Black | ✔️

VII

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~Further on in the chapter another language will be spoken.

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She woke the next morning scowling harshly at the unbelievably bright light that burned through the curtains. An unidentifiable taste was assaulting her mouth and her body felt painfully hollow.

Someone tapped her door. "Yes?" It was barely audible, but somehow they'd heard. He walked in with his lips set into a small smile, and Quinn's eyes closed as she breathed out an unintelligible, "Shit."

He held a tall glass of water and what she knew must've been a couple painkillers. "Good morning," Alexander whispered.

"You stayed the night?" Quinn frowned.

He nodded. The bed dipped under his weight and she sat up against her large headboard. He'd fallen asleep with her last night, or at least she fell asleep with him. "You didn't sleep with-"

"There." Alexander pointed to the small decorative couch sitting across from her bed. He must've slipped out of bed when Quinn finally drifted off.

She took the pills before responding."I know first hand, that couch is extremely uncomfortable. There are many guest rooms to sleep in."

He stared at her for a while. "You could've thrown up at any moment in your sleep; And you did. What if I hadn't been there?" Quinn gasped slightly and Alexander continued. "You had to throw up, but you fell asleep before you could. I stayed awake until you did." He smiled almost painfully and took the glass from a speechless Quinn's hand. "There's breakfast downstairs."

"Th-the housekeepers-"

"I sent them back home before they could do any damage." He winked and stood. "Hurry before your food gets cool, alright?"

She nodded.

Quinn had no idea what to say. So many things were running through her head. It wasn't the hangover that caused her body to go numb either. He...saved her life. Was it appropriate to say that? She most often slept on her back; Could she have waken up to catch herself before choking? Nonetheless, he stayed awake to make sure she was safe last night.

I can run a billion dollar franchise, but I can't figure this man out?

Music started to play downstairs and Quinn finally slipped out of bed. She brushed her teeth despite the possibility that she could be drinking orange juice this morning, and tugged on a pair of sweatpants over her immodest shorts and a bra then headed down to breakfast.

The scent of bacon, eggs, and pancakes became more prominent the closer she got to the kitchen. Alexander wasn't there when she arrived so she went to find him.

She could definitely make out the abundant muscles through his somewhat tight fitting shirt. He bent over to get a better look at her selection of vinyls and Quinn forced her eyes away from the brand name joggers that complimented his- Stop. He is an employee.

A jazz record was on the turntable now as Alexander searched the collection. He quickly but carefully pulled out a sleeve as Quinn walked up beside him. "Hey," She lowered next to his crouched form.

He smiled. "You feeling better?"

Quinn nodded then focused on the record he was holding. "Scott Joplin,"

"Yeah." Alexander ginned."How in the world did you get your hands on this?"

"Auctions." She pulled out a couple of rare Jimi Hendrix sleeves- Axis: Bold as Love and Battle of The Who & Jimi Hendrix. "The final bid for each of these was well over eight hundred dollars."