Faithful Sinner

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Dedicated to @delaineshelisa

"What the hell happened to your face, Quinn? Did someone hit you?" He was outraged and concerned with confusion written all over his face as he looked me over in the dimly lit living room. His voice was loud, not giving a shit if he woke his friend that was passed out on the couch. I didn't answer him immediately, my sorry ass was trying to come up with an excuse to give him so I didn't have to get into what I really did tonight.

"Quinn? Are you going to answer me?" I looked up into his eyes and there was sadness that he was holding, maybe hoping what came out of my mouth wasn't a lie.

"There was a fight at the bar Annalise and I went to and I was standing too close when it broke out, I'm fine, baby."

God, I'm such a bad liar. Its killing me inside doing this to him.

"I was ready to break someone's neck, I still might if you tell me what they looked like." He said as he rubbed a finger over the bruise on my face.

Your ex...

"It was a woman, I'm assuming she was pretty lit from all the shots that she was tossing back, she missed her target and hit me instead. It didn't hurt, she hit like a bitch anyways." I tried to ease his mind from worrying  but that was the truth! Madison hits like a bitch.

"As long as you're alright is all that matters, but I'm still going to get pissed off everytime that I look at you and see that bruise on your beautiful face."

Why does he have to be so sweet? I'm just a fuck-up, a horrible fuck-up for a girlfriend.

I stepped closer to him and stood on my tippy toes and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around me and deepened the kiss by slipping the tip of his tongue between my lips. Pulling him closer to me, he pulled back, "If Max wakes up he's going to get a free show then I would really have to start  snapping necks." He said making us both laugh. I'd forgotten about Max for the time being, I glanced to my left and saw him sprawled out on the couch with no shirt, one leg bent and the other thrown over the back of it with one hand behind his head and the other on his stomach below his bellybutton. This would be picture perfect for Annalise but I know I'm not going to be able to pull that off.

"I'm going to take a warm bath." I gave his ass a light spank as I walked out. I started my bathwater and texted Annalise a quick rundown of what happened after I dropped her off.

To: Annalise- Hey, after I dropped you off, I unintentionally went back to that bitch's house. She came out and I didn't have no other choice but to climb in her car. I panicked. She stopped the car a few miles out of the city then we fought, (yes fist fought) I'm fine, your car is fine. I'll call you tomorrow and tell you about it. Love ya. Btw I'm working on getting your pic 😉

I slipped into the bath closing my eyes and letting go of what happened tonight as the steam rose around me in slow waves. Right now, this moment there is no where else in this world that I'd want to be other than being here with Bates. Now I just need to tighten my shit up and stop lying so much because the guilt is really  eating at me.

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Thirty minutes later, I threw on one of Bates' t-shirts and walked out of the bathroom and the sight in front of me had me picking my jaw up off of the carpet. Bates was lying in our bed, smiling with only a sheet covering his package and some of his thighs, you can tell he was naked underneath from the outline of his member, he wasn't fully erect but he had a semi ready to be sprung to life with no restraints holding it back. His hands were cuffed together that was looped around a pole on the bedpost.