HIS LOVER☑️

Chapter 2

Quinn pov

I kick the sofa as hard as I can the moment the elevator closes. How could I have been a fool? She was playing me the whole time. She was good. No, almost good. Because I fucking caught her.

"Quinn..." Theo calls out my name. I must have woken him up. Fuck it! I rub my temples before I look down at him. Those eyes, his mother's eyes. Damn it! Why are all women in my life treacherous? They are scheming and manipulative.

"Where is Cara?" He innocently asks.

In hell, I hope.

"She is gone. Go back to bed." I place my hand on his shoulders.

"Is she coming back?" He doesn't move.

If she does, God knows what I will do to her.

"No." I shake my head.

"Why?"

I start to get irritated and grit my teeth together. I have to breath severally to not lose it in front of Theo. He is a sensitive kid and he is always quick to pick all sorts of emotions. He notes my almost irk.

His diverts his gaze from me, "Will you come tuck me in?" His voice is almost a whisper. I hate myself when I see the rejection in his eyes. I stand for a moment confused about how to handle him. "I will join you in a minute, you may lead." I awkwardly brush his back.

The moment he is out of sight, I call home. An s usual Maria, the maid, answers immediately. I ask her to come over at the penthouse to babysit Theo. After am done giving instructions to her, I go tuck Theo. I find his eyes closed and am sure he is pretending to be asleep just to avoid me. A true Nickel. Ignore something until it disappears.

I play with my phone as I wait for Maria. I finally decide to make the call. My father answers after a while, he is still in the hospital.

"Hello," The moment I hear his voice I regret making the call. The name Cooper is banned in our family. If I bring it up now, especially when he is in hospital it may trigger another heart attack.

A better idea comes to mind, "Dad, I need your permission to access some historical information in the company."

He coughs and I can tell by his silence, I have sparked curiosity. I never show interest in the family business.

He finally speaks, "How historic son?"

"Fifteen years to the present."

"I will tell Anastacia to give you access." He says. Silence and breathing follows before he adds, "Am proud of you for finally wanting to be part of the business, I always knew Courtney was good for you."

"She is," I mutter and Cara's face appears. "I have decided to move the wedding to next weekend." I blurt.

"That's what am talking about." He says and I don't wait for him to finish, I hang up just as the elevator opens and Maria walks in. Her hair is not in a tight ponytail for a change, she has been working for my family even before I was born. Not only is she a maid but also a keeper of our family secrets.

"Am glad you are here," I say as she halts few steps away from me.

"Is Theo okay?" She has always shown a motherly concern and cares more than my own mother.

"He is, I just need to go somewhere," I say.

"I guess, you had a fight with your lady friend." She raises her eyebrows.

"I don't know what you are talking about." I start to put my socks on and shoes. "There's no lady friend."

"It is the only thing that explains why for the first time you brought Theo here."

"Because he is my son."

"With no refute since birth, but you have never brought him here." She decides to put her bag down and sit. "Not all women lie like Misha." She adds.

I shake my head painfully, " Trust me they all do, they get worse from one person to the other." I don't realize I have my fists into balls until I feel the pressure on my knuckles. "I am marrying Courtney next weekend, so it doesn't matter."

"She isn't the one for you."

"No one is," I reply and head to the elevator.

****

I sit in the car debating whether to walk out. I am mad, fucking mad at me. I should have been careful from the start. I was just a pawn in her chase game. I have no clue what her end game was.

Sitting here thinking for all the coincidental and accidental times we met. I realize they were planned and staged. I was her target. The same way her family targeted mine, dragged its name in the mud and painted it all sorts of names, the worst being murderers.

I bang my fist on the steering wheel. "Fuck!" First Misha then her when I was starting to trust her. She must have been laughing and mocking me behind my back. I want to call and demand answers but I know her sight will just make me angry more. But why would she fool the whole world she was dead?

"Damn it, Cara! Why do you have to be so complicated."

I make up my mind and step out. The building before is an old English house, a brothel. One would assume it is not habituated. I open the gate and walk-in. It has been four years since I last visited here. Four years since I met her.

I slide my card to open the door. Each member of the brothel owns their own card. The house has several rooms. You choose which you like or it is unoccupied. Once in the room, there is a computer that you can order what you prefer based on gender, race, age, height and other physical factors. Minutes later, your selected preference knocks on your door.

Mine comes fifteen minutes after I make my order. I choose everything that is opposite of her.

"Call me pom," She says. She is in lingerie. Tall and bald. Any other day I would find her pretty, now I just find her tolerable. "What can I do for you, big boy?" She grabs my cock over my jeans.

If only her simple question had an easy answer. How do you forget a person you want to remember?

"Show me a good time," I answer instead.

She smiles and pushes me to the bed. The moment I land she is on top of me. Her lips are on my neck, her fingers working on my belt.

My phone starts to ring. I want to ignore it badly but not when I left Theo with Maria at the penthouse.

"A minute," I tell the lady.

It is a private number. Could it be who am thinking? No, Cara doesn't have my phone number or maybe she was able to solve the soduku I gave her.

"What! " I bark.

"I have a surprise for you." It is Peter, the dreadlocks devil.

"I have a surprise for you too, I don't care for surprises," I  answers.

"Oh, this one you will care." I silently wait to hear what it is until I hear a feminine cry of agony. I push the call girl off me. She has been trying to get me hard, all in vain.

Peter and his gang managed to get her. Today of all days. Seems like no matter how hard I try, something will always happen to bring us together. I know the only way to rid of her completely out of my life is to finish what I started with Peter and his gang.

"Kill her for all I care," I speak and hang up.

I sit up and reach for my wallet. "Sorry, I have a life to save." I hand her a couple of guards and leave.