Been Hit Before - Brian Quinn

Taking it slowly.

Deciding that I didn't want to face the guys anymore today, I decided to head straight home and comfort myself with an early - but much needed - glass of wine. I can't believe that I had been so stupid to think that a guy as smooth as Brian Quinn could actually be capable of real, human emotion. Feeling like an idiot was an understatement, I felt completely and utterly humiliated and disappointed with myself. Not only had I begun to have feelings for this guy, but I had also already slept with him. There was no coincidence that he had become disinterested since we had had sex, leading me to believe that he was, in fact, like every other guy.

My phone had started to ring from across the room. Checking the caller ID, it was Shay, the producer of the show, most likely wondering where I was. I should have definitely told her that I wasn't returning to work this afternoon, as she was probably relying on me to be there, but the thought of even talking to or being around anything involved with the show, or the guys, made my skin almost crawl at the moment. I waited for the ringtone to stop sounding before I picked up the phone, sending her a quick text explaining that I had suddenly came down with an illness that in fact, didn't even exist, nor did I have. I just needed time alone.

It was only in that same evening when there was a knock at the door when I really dreaded who would be on the other side.

Getting up to answer the door, I was in no surprise at who was standing on the other side.

"What are you doing here?" I sighed as I leant against the open door.

"Is that a way to greet a guest?" Q replied, chuckling slightly to relieve the awkwardness.

"Calling yourself a guest would imply that I'm going to let you in."

"Well.. are you gonna invite me in?"

"Hmm.. I don't know. I might be busy."

"Your pajamas say otherwise." He laughed whilst pointing at my outfit.

"I could be going out. You know, extremely last minute plans." I mocked him from earlier on.

"And are you?"

"Maybe. Or maybe I am busy here... In my pajamas."

"And what possibly might you be doing?"

"I didn't say I was doing anything. But I could have company." I lied, but I don't know if it was the glass of wine going to my head, but in that moment I'll admit it, I was feeling rather petty.

"Oh." He said, face falling from the smile he had from attempting to crack a few jokes.

"So is there a reason why you're at my door?" I asked, noticing a bag in his hands containing something.

"I just wanted to give you this." He said, handing the bag over to me. "But if you have company, I'll get going. Enjoy your night." He said, turning to head back to his car, not even giving me the chance to say goodbye even if I wanted to. I slowly closed the door, walking into the kitchen and placing the bag onto the counter, before taking a peak inside. It was my purse, from the night that I had been mugged. Pulling the purse out of the bag, I looked inside, which also contained my passport. Had he really tracked down the guy that had stolen my things, just to get them back and return them to me?

I quickly turned around, heading for the front door once again, hoping to catch Q before be left, but as I opened the door I caught a glimpse of his car pulling out and making it's way down the street. How could I have once again been so very wrong about this man? There was only going to be so long that he would allow me to treat him this way before he decided to call his attempts a day. I had to find a way to make it up to him, and tomorrow would be the day I would do such a thing.