Best Man Wedding

You're Making A Mistake

10 Months ago.....

Shelby let out a breath as Quentin got dressed. She watched drinking champagne, he no matter what hands down was her best lover. She would never ever admit that to him. He had enough ego in that department as is. He was always always better than the last time. Quentin knew a woman's body. He knew the spots, what to say, how to say it, when to change it up. He was a damn beast. She stared at his back as he pulled on a shirt. Even though she just brushed him off his words they sunk in.

Was he supposed to be with her? They were the only single ones, it made sense. She could see herself coming home to have her brains fucked out everyday. Kennedy loved him to pieces for what ever reason. Almost like he was her father but she long ago debunked that. An insure mind and a sneaky swab told her he wasn't. Thankfully he never knew her suspicion. Watching him picking up the used condoms tossing them in the trash, she hummed. What if they could work?

"Quentin." She called, he turned raising a brow. She bit her lip and shook her head. Nothing, maybe they were just being vulnerable. Mia was just buried, they could just be using eachother.

"Cool well....this was nice." He spoke exiting the room. She groaned out happy he was gone. Getting up to put on her clothes, no doubt somebody was looking for her. Sitting down on the bed she pulled out her phone reading a text from Jordan.

Jordan: Mostly everyone took off to the hospital, Roybn went into labor. So come talk to me about your dance between the sheets missy.

Shelby giggled heading downstairs. Just like the boys they had their talks. She would never honestly disclose the amount of times they had actually slept together. All she could say was this wasn't their second, third, or fourth time. She didn't regret none of the many rondevous. Not to mention he was working with a monster so she was always feening. It was the following couple months later that her interest in Q took a drastic change.

It was pure coincidence of running into eachother, she was out with a basketball player she was feeling. He just happened to be there with a few artists he knew. A long story short he saved her from a confrontation that was gonna get ugly, then personally brought her to her hotel and chilled. He was so happy and carefree at that moment she really saw Quentin as someone to pursue. He was sparking feelings and had no clue. Feelings that had always been there but lay dormant. There wasn't any sex involved it was just the two catching up. Had she known the source of his bright smile was his soon to be fiance things would be different. If she sunk her teeth in him then Brielle would have been an afterthought.

Back to Present time.....

"Stop playing around and tell me what's wrong." Jordan spoke.

"I'm not playing....I love him. Some how some way that's what my heart is telling me." Shelby spoke walking off to her room. Jordan was hot on her heels not sure what to do with this information.

"Ummm... okay? You do realize...you said you're in love with Q. Quentin.......The one you tolerate borderline hate. The one you bicker with 24/7. That Quentin....." Jordan spoke slowly trying to wrap her head around this. Shelby nodded sitting down on her bed.

"...Is that why your being such a bitch to Brielle?"

"No! I just don't like her. She's all wrong for Quentin. She's so bossy..." Shelby muttered staring off into space. Jordan frowned not even 24 hours with the girl.

"She's bossy? Have you seen Quentin? You're gonna look me in the eyes and tell me you think she's bossing him around?" Jordan spoke pursing her lips. Shelby bit her lip thinking about the man Quentin was. He was so laid back and outgoing, but in the bedroom he was a very very dominant man from the way he spoke to the way he fucked. She could only accept that it probably mirrored his place in a relationship.