A Divine Lust {Stud×Fem}

x. decorum

logan

It's been one week since the shower. Tahiri and I were still cooling and texting, but I haven't seen her since, work was a little hectic.

I had to turn back customers because there weren't sufficient tables to seat them, that shit sucked. It meant bad overstated reviews and I wanted to avoid them so bad, but those were uncontainable. At least the virtuous reviews were still at the summit.

I stood in the restaurant's kitchen, overseeing the meals. I ensured the dishes looked clean, assisted with cooking, ensured the food tasted well and was cooked to a tee, and that there were no mistakes.

Naomi, the restaurant manager, walked in and looked at me. "Excuse me, chef."

"Yes?" I answered. "A woman in the restaurant would like to see you."

"Give me one minute."

"Yes, chef." Naomi walked out. I looked to Ben, the sous chef. "I'll be back, watch over until I return."

Ben nodded once.

I went into the dining room. "I'm here, where's the woman?" I asked Naomi.

Naomi took me to the woman's table. I clocked who she was.

I should've banned her from the restaurant. I didn't think about that.

It was Quinn.

Naomi left us. Quinn drank red wine and stared me down. I didn't even want to talk.

"You can have a seat." Quinn stated.

I exhaled and sat, at least her ass isn't drunk and I can't act out in front of the customers either, decorum exists. I don't want to scare or run them.

"How I acted last week was unreasonable. I should've never done that and I should've never went to the house. I drank too much and became overwhelmed with unwanted emotions. I took an uber to the incorrect location." Quinn confessed.

"Mm."

"I also wanted to return this." Quinn slid a silver engagement ring over to me. "It's been seven months, Quinn. You could've done this earlier." I told her.

"I know, it's idiotic." Quinn said. "I don't want it." I slid the ring back. "You can throw it in the trash, matter of fact, fall with it too."

Quinn soaked me in her red wine, the customers and staff were astounded.

"You're a fucking asshole." Quinn stood and flicked the bird at me. Her heels clacked out the restaurant.

I started to chuckle. I was embarrassed and over this shit. Naomi raised me and walked me into the kitchen.

I went to the staff bathroom, cleaned, and went back to work like nothing occurred. I'm not letting her nor the devil ruin me.

Our service went well, the customers were satisfied, and it was time to head home. I locked the back entrance to the restaurant.

I went into the lot and halted the moment I saw the truck... the vehicle was in such a vile state. I couldn't believe it.

The hood was dented, windows smashed, tires slashed.

...what... the... fuck.

I ran closer to the truck and examined in bewilderment. I was hurting, chest and all.

I felt like I couldn't breathe, not the fucking truck, man, the truck, not big samuel, he was the first vehicle I ever had. I rented cars until I met him.

The attack looked recent, there wasn't even a soul here to inform me, whoever did this was waiting until it was clear. Our cameras didn't stretch this far, fuck.

I noticed a small note on one of the bricks used to smash the windows.

"You've hurt me too much, made a fool of me too much, lied to me too much. You don't know how tired and frustrated I am, Logan Moore. But now..."

I turned the brick over, the note continued.

"You shall."

"Oh, hell, no." I threw the brick aside. I felt like the devil was in it. There're demons out here. Quinn's a fucking maniac.

I dialed Amina's number. "You're calling a bit late." Amina answered. "Quinn busted the truck." I said.

"Quinn did what?!" Amina exclaimed. "It looks dismantled." I said. "That's so wicked. You never trifle with someone else's stuff. I should beat her ass."

I breathed out. "I need a ride."

"You don't have uber?"

"Oh... shit, I've been driving so much, I—" Amina exhaled. "I'll send one. You're at work or at home?"

"I'm at work."

"Ok, I'm sending one now."

"Thanks." I said. "You telling five-o?" Amina asked. "I don't know."

"This is serious, lo."

"I know that, but I'll think about it. I feel numb at the moment... and like sobbing, but I'm not doing all that."

Amina scoffed. "Please, let me know when the uber reaches the house. He's driving a silver chevrolet."

"I will."

Amina and I ended the call.