Obsessed

Chapter 31. "Want some Pancakes?"

Chapter 31

I groaned and rolled over in bed 

Someone was making noise on my sleep in day 

I stood and ruffled my hair, walking out into the hallway and stopping my the lounge

Someone was in the kitchen

"Hello?" I moaned through the door, blinking to clear my tired eyes 

"Morning" said Reece roughly, turning to look at me, he hadn't slept much last night, I knew by the way his hair sat and the black under his blue-grey eyes 

"What are you doing, You woke me up" I growled 

His eyes travelled over my body slowly

I crossed my arms over my chest "Got a problem"

"You never wore just underwear to be when we were dating" he muttered, still eyeing my black lace bra and panties 

"It was different with you"

"How?" he snapped "Or do you mean that your different when you date jerks" 

I snarled at him "I wasn't myself with you Reece, I am with Connor and any of the other guys I've gone home with recently"

He slammed his fist onto the counter "Fuck sake Quinn, this isn't you"

I shrugged "It is now"

"No it's not!"

I bit my cheek to keep from replying to his anger

"You aren't like this, you don't sleep around or let Connor or any guy take control of you, you're an independent woman and don't act like this"

"Like what?"

"Like a whore" he clamped a hand over his mouth as soon as he had finished the word

I squinted at him "Fuck you"

He removed his hand slowly and licked his lips "You were real when you were with me, Harry even said-"

"Harry? When did you talk to Harry?" 

"I called him after you left, we text now and then, just like you and Sam"

I blushed, He knew about me talking to Sam 

"I don't mind" he continued "Sam's your friend, Harry's mine, lots of couples have mutual friends"

"We aren't a couple"

He shrugged and returned to the frying pan 

I looked him over in his boxers and shirt

He hadn't changed at all, another tattoo but apart from that, he was the same

Arrogant and Cute

I shook my head Reece Mastin was anything but cute

I looked over my shoulder and noticed a large fist sized hole in the wall

"What did you do to my wall?" 

"I'm calling for a plasterer later, I'll pay" he muttered not turning to face me 

"I don't care about that, I have money, what I'm asking is what the fuck you did"

He shrugged "Punched it"

I slammed my palm against the wall angrily and he turned to look at me 

"You child!" I roared "We had a fight, you come lie in front of my door, ask to stay the night, I'm kind enough to let you, You find out that in sleeping with someone else and you throw a fit and punch my wall, Jesus Reece, grow the fuck up!"