A Divine Lust {Stud×Fem}

vi. drinking

logan

Our outing went well, until it didn't. I went home to dress for work. I could've asked for a farewell embrace, but Tahiri was still disturbed.

I don't know what the hell that woman was thinking coming over to us. I wasn't even alone for fuck's sake.

At home, I climbed out the truck and walked to the front door. I clocked a woman on the stairs, sitting with her head down.

"The hell?" I said aloud.

I strolled over to her. "Um, excuse me." I observed. "You lost?"

The woman moved and I viewed her face, those glasses were too familiar.

It was Quinn. The last woman I dated... and the disaster Amina mentioned.

"Quinn, what the fuck, man." I said in disbelief. "Hi, love." Quinn smiled at me.

"You need to leave, we aren't doing this." I raised Quinn to her feet. "I don't want to leave." Quinn said, leaning backwards. I balanced her so she wouldn't fall. "You don't live here no more." I stated.

Quinn and I ended on terrible terms, we were even fiancés. The woman threatened me with a knife during our last bicker, she didn't want me to leave. I was horrified. Her mind isn't stable, she hated how social I was, believed I cheated on her, and assumed I wanted to fuck all the women who breathed when I was with her, she was mistrustful... inane, wanted me all to herself.

"I want to talk." Quinn mumbled, caressing me. "You don't want to do shit. You need to leave this house and never come back." I said.

"Don't be like that, bae." Quinn tried to kiss me. I could smell the alcohol on her breath.

I blocked. "You're fucking drunk!"

I don't know how the hell she came here, but I'm not having it, she'll make me late for work. The drive's half an hour. I lived in Pinecrest.

I lifted Quinn and threw her into the truck.

"Ouch, be more careful." Quinn muttered. "It's not even dark out. You shouldn't be drinking." I threw the seatbelt over her and slammed the door.

"You're treating me like a child." Quinn said. "You're acting like one." I climbed into the truck and drove.

"You could've at least offered me a drink." I smiled in disbelief. "You're fucking insane."

I made it to Quinn's house. I hauled her out the truck and walked her to the door.

Quinn touched her pockets. "I can't find them." I looked at her. "You can't find what?"

"The ke—" Quinn vomited on the concrete.

I exhaled and watched her.

...no one will ever believe this shit.

"I don't have the ke—" Quinn resumed vomiting. "Ok, well, here's what I'll do." I snatched a rock and shattered the door's window. Quinn screamed. "Logan!"

"I found a solution." I said, dusting off. "You're fixing that." Quinn said. I chuckled and moved the shards. I reached into the house and unlocked the door.

I took three hundred dollars from the wallet and shoved it into Quinn's hand. "I'm out." I said, returning to the truck.

"Logan!" Quinn shouted. "You need to clean this! The vomit's moving."

"You need to lie down." I said. "Don't come back to the house. I mean that shit. You stress me the fuck out."

I hate when her ass is drunk.

Quinn shook her head and wobbled into her home. I left, made it back to the house, and dressed for work.

I arrived late, there was traffic and an accident. I can't believe that shit with Quinn occurred, what the fuck.

Quinn and Marisa... lord, who sent them?