Life of Sin Book 1

Chapter Ten

The next morning I was awakened by the endless ringing of my doorbell. I looked at the clock and groaned. 10:29. Forcing myself out of bed, I washed up, threw a t-shirt on and dragged towards the door. Peeking out the peephole only revealed a man too tall to fit his head in the frame. I opened the door and immediately wished I stayed in bed.

“Sup Devyn.”

“Janay's not here, Quinten.” He didn’t look away once. I crossed my arms, wishing I’d put on a few more layers. His eyes just continued to roam where his hands couldn’t.

“If she’s not here then where is she?”

“I don’t know. I’m not exactly concerned about her whereabouts.” He frowned, finally breaking his gaze away from my body.

“And why is that?”

“I have more important things to do than keep tabs on a grown woman.”

“Hmph, well I can’t get in touch with her. You see her, you tell her to bring her ass home asap.”

“Sure whatever.” Just as I began to shut the door, Ivy appeared from her room wearing nothing but panties. Quinten placed his hand on the door, pushing it back open.

“Ivy, what’s good baby?”

“Hey,” she said, casual as ever. I rolled my eyes in disgust, shielding her from view with my body.

“I didn’t know you and Ivy were ‘friends'.” A mischievous grin appeared on his face as he entered my very personal space.

“We’re sisters.” I tried to cut this conversation short, attempting to push him out the door and failing. He grabbed my wrist, licking his lips as a low groan escaped them.

“Sisters are fun too,” he said, pressing himself against me. I yanked away from him and pushed him out the door, slamming it in his face before he could retaliate. I turned and glared at Ivy, who nonchalantly poured herself a glass of juice.

“Someone’s at the door and you walk out of your room with no clothes on?” She just shrugged and walked back to her room. The fuck is her problem? I dismissed the thought and sat down on the stairs, pulling out my phone to text Janay.

“Your man is looking for you. I’m assuming it’s urgent.” I didn’t care where she was, if she replied, or what the problem was but I hoped she went home for my sake or else Quentin would have an excuse to keep popping up over here. I despised him. He’s gotten his way with women ever since high school. Even girls in their 20’s seemed to throw themselves at him. All except me and for years it’s been his mission to add me to the long list of girls he’s fucked. The fact that I’m a lesbian seemed to turn him on even more. Men always swore they could “turn me back." They took it as a game or a challenge and Quinten was no different. Foolishly, I thought Janay would change him, but her presence only seemed to make it worse. I walked down the stairs and sulked towards my room. As I passed Ivy's door, I overheard what seemed to be the end of a heated conversation.

“No, I’m done talking! I know what’s good with us and I’m done!” I knocked on the door and everything got quiet. After a while, she opened the door and just stood there with her arms folded across her chest.

“What?”

“You good?” I asked, hesitantly.
“I’m fine, Devyn.” That may be what she told me but her body language said otherwise. I peered into the room, checking for God knows what. She simply moved aside and blocked my view.

“The fuck are you looking for?”

“Who were you talking to?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Her demeanor was standoffish and cold as ice.