Chapter Eighteen - That heartthrob
"Come on, Damon, please please please pretty please?" I whine as Damon looks at me with amusement and fake irritation.
Weird, he's never been faked irritated with me before.
I'm at Last Drop, convincing Damon and my brother about my offer at Last Shot. The place is still closed though, it's just me, my brother, Damon, Pat and some bouncers and helpers cleaning and setting the place for later.
"No, baby doll." He says. Oh, see? He's not irritated with me. He still called me the same pet name he uses.
"Why?" I ask."You let me work for Last Drop, why not there?"
"I can give you a thousands of reason not to accept that offer."
"Try me."
"One, I'm not there." He says seriously, it's almost a whisper like he doesn't want me to hear. He grunts as he looks back at me making me laugh.
"So? If it's about my protection, I can perfectly fend for myself. You know that." I reason out.
"I know that." He quips while I smile inwardly.
"If you know that, then why are you stopping my cute baby sister?" I grin as my brother stands up for me. "You just want to see her begging, don't you? You sick bastard."
"I would never!" Damon yells, throwing his hands up in surrender. "I'm not like you."
"Tell it to someone who cares." My brother says, turning to me to play with my cheeks. "It's alright, baby doll."
"You mean I can accept it?" I ask happily, giving him my best smile I know he loves.
My brother hugs me tight and kisses the top of my head. "Whatever makes you happy, my cute baby doll."
"Really? You're the best!" I grin, fishing my phone out of my pockets. Louie did gave me his number.
"I still won't agree." Damon frowns, putting his drink down with a loud thud, making some contents spill on the table.
"Hey, watch it! I just wiped that table squeaky clean!" I hear Pat yells from behind the bar as he tends on the supply of various drinks on his shelves.
"Why? Do you see how happy my sister is?" Quentin playfully punches Damon's arm. "How could you take that happiness away?"
Behold of my frustrated actor of a brother, ladies and gentlemen.
"I would love to see her happy too. It's just-" I watch in amusement as Damon pulls my brother and whispers something in his ear, making my brother's smile fall.
"Oh, fuck! Why didn't you just said so?" Quentin booms. He turns to me with his stern expression while I start to think that my brother has incredible mood swings. "Quinn Halley Felton, don't you dare set foot on that club again!"
"What? Why?" I whine. Great, now I lost my support too.
"Because I said so!" He says, his eyes widening as he speaks. "You're forbidden to set foot there, you hear me?"
"Give me a proper answer!" I yell.
"Oh my gosh. I didn't raise you to talk back to me!" Quentin says as he clings on Damon's arm while fake crying. "Mom, Quinn is talking back to me!"
My brother is an idiot!
Damon sighs as he looks at me. "Quinn, no means no."
