Lover's passage

chapter 5

Quin's P.O.V

August 3, 2019

Quin's apartment

"what up motherfucker..." I grumble to the dead hulk laying on my couch. He lets out a low groan and I wipe the crust from my eyes. Walking over to him I sit on his stomach. "Wakey wakey."

"How, in the name of hell do you not have a hangover." The blob beneath me grumbles.

"I hardly ever get hangovers but It comes with a price of not knowing what I did last night, except I still remember me and Chelsea beat your asses at strip pong. Grayson moves from under me so now he's facing me with sleepy eyes he lets out a cute yawn. Before licking his lips he says "You offered to give me a blowjob."

I widen my eyes and almost choke on my spit "yea well I was drunk." I shield my face with my hair so he can't see me blushing.

"You could have warned me you're a horny drunk." He lets out a groan when I punch him lightly on his hard stomach. "Am not."

Grayson stretches his arms before looking at his watch. "I've got to go soon. Do you mind if I take a shower before I do?"

I look him up and down from his tousled hair to his crumpled suit below the couch. "I don't think that will fix your appearance that much."

He rolls his eyes which is so weird seeing him do that "I have a spare suit in my office that I'll change into when I get there."

He gets up and sends me launching towards the floor. "Ow fine bathroom with the shower is through my bedroom which is-"

"Trust me I know where your bedroom is." he gives me a devious smirk before walking away.

"Bastard," I grumble before propping myself back on the couch. I don't know what to do today, I had no more job interviews because I felt like I would get that last one and now even though my debts are paid I still don't know what to do with myself without work. I hear the shower start and decide to cook some breakfast to keep myself occupied.

***

Grayson walks out with just his underwear on and wet hair. I try not to drool over his body that God perfectly carved from rock to human. "Here I made you an omelet, It's probably not up to your standard...but it's better to go to work on a full stomach." I shyly turn away once I set the plate on the counter. I hear the fork hitting the plate for a few minutes then silence "That was delicious and thank you" I look up at him and gap when I see he's already finished "Your welcome." He walks over to the couch and quickly puts on his wrinkly shirt pants and tie

"I've got to go to work but here are the keys to my house so you can move your stuff in and here's this." His hand holds a black card, MasterCard.

"Oh no I-I have money I'm fine." I stutter out

"No this is for your wedding dress. I suppose you haven't picked one out yet and I want you to get one that you like no matter the cost." When he notices I won't take it he just sets in on the counter with the key "If you don't buy a dress by time I call you later then I will spank your ass until it becomes red underneath my fingers."

I swallow the knot forming in my throat and nod my head while trying not to meet his intimidating eyes.

"Good now there is a car downstairs that will take you wherever you would like to go. I'll see you at my house tonight yes?"

"Oh well, actually we aren't...I thought I would stay at my apartment until we...you know tye the knot I suppose..plus most of the time Colon spends the night since this place is so close to his work..I wouldn't want him to be alone." I stamper out excuses but I can tell Grayson is calling bullshit "Great I'll see you tonight at my house in my bed." he says before walking to the door

"I-Not in your bed!" I yell at him before he leaves and shuts the door behind him.

***

My mom used to tell me there's a little boutique back in her home town outside of New York that has a small section of antique wedding dresses along with other cute vintage clothing. She got her wedding dress there and she hoped that I would too. I always loved my mom and will forever, no matter what she's done in the past. It's hard to go through all of this without her and the fact that she dreamed of me getting married one day and can't come makes me even more upset but to feel like she's apart of the wedding I've decided to visit the boutique.

Grayson's driver was a really nice older gentleman so instead of sitting in the back of the car I sat in the passenger's seat talking to him for our two-hour-long ride.

***

Upon arriving at the little boutique I already found some really cool items. I found a really cool pair of sunglasses and a rainbow belt but none of these things are for the wedding. I travel through the little cubicles of vintage trinkets and knick-knacks until I reach a row of white dresses. Most of the dresses have a ton of ruffles and lace on them. I'm halfway through the row and my hands skim a dress that would satisfy any missionaries taste. The dress had a turtle neck and long sleeves but the skirt trailed elegantly down to the floor. The detail was exceptional and with some altering, I could easily get rid of the lace neckline and maybe alter the sleeves a little to make it look cute. The dress was perfect.

Now I only had one thing to do before heading back to town.