Page 24 of Breaker

I sigh as Crystal hands me a glass of water, and I smile in thanks. I pick it up as I head to my room here at the club. Noah is with Momma tonight because she demanded grandson time. I place the glass on my nightstand before undressing and taking a leak.

Cracking my neck, I grab the glass and down it with an Advil, knowing after the few shots I've had, I'll end be hungover in the morning. I climb into bed, wishing I was climbing in next to my woman.

Hearing a gasp, I wake groggily. An arm is clutching my waist, making me furrow my brows.

Didn't Quinn say she was staying at her place?

I open my eyes…. Something is not right. I squeeze them shut tight and groan at the throbbing behind them.

What the fuck?

I open them again and look at the doorway. I freeze at the sight of my girl who has tears running down her beautiful cheeks. The arm around my waist tightens, and I look to my left to see Jingles lying next to me naked. I look down and notice a condom on my flaccid cock, before looking back at Quinn in horror.

I have no memory of the night before or how I ended up in bed with a fucking bitch. My heart races, but the pain in my woman's eyes physically kills me.

She shakes her head, her eyes hardening, as the wall I've spent four fucking months breaking down snaps right back into place. She turns and runs.

Fuck!

9

Quinn

I grin as I look at Alex's message from last night.

My Alex: I miss you. Please come now, my bed will feel too cold without you…. xxx

I shake my head and put my phone back in my pocket. I grab the laundry basket full of clean clothes off the communal washing machine and head back upstairs to my apartment, wondering how in the hell I fell in love when I swore never to commit to anyone after watching what my dad did.

I don't know how, but the man has dug deep into my heart. He's all I can think about, and if I'm not with him, then I feel like I'm missing a part of me. I tried my hardest to keep him at a distance, but for four months, he's determined I know I'm all he sees. He's so different from others I've dated, and honestly, at first, I was closed off, and I didn't want to let him in.

If my father has taught me anything growing up, it is that men cheat, they lie, and they emotionally use you to get what you want. He did it with Momma when she lost Grams.

Alex seems different, and for once in my life, I'm actually willing to try. He has with me, and it's only fair that I try, too.

I smile as I open my door, noticing some blue paint I couldn't get from between the cracks on the floorboards, and Alex comes to mind, as always.

"Do you give up?" he asks, and I snort, looking round the corner into my living area.

"You know you're cleaning this mess up, right?"

This time, he snorts as a balloon flies past my head, making me gasp and move back quickly as it bursts against my wall, pink splashing everywhere.

Crap, that one wasn't a water one.

"How did you even get in here, Alex? I don't remember giving you a key," I say loudly, causing him to laugh as if I should have seen this coming.

Seriously, who gets home from work to find their boyfriend hiding out with water and paint balloons?

"Admit it, Goldie, you loved this surprise." I laugh at his words as I look around the corner and grin, seeing him hiding behind my chair with no balloon in sight, while I have one left. Very slowly, I crawl his way as he continues to speak.

"You were pulling back again, Quinn. I wasn't having it, so I had to do something."

My heart flutters at his words, causing me to pause momentarily. He's right; I was pulling back. We've been official for about a month, but the other day, I bumped into the nurse my father couldn't say no to. Instead of apologizing for nearly destroying my mother, she blamed me for why no hospital would hire her. Apparently, it's my fault that she never got her claws into my father more than once.The silly woman blurted that she’d poked holes in his condoms, hoping to fall pregnant, but I interrupted them before he could finish inside her. Safe to say, I punched her before walking off. I'm still waiting for the knock on the door.

"I had to do something, baby," he says with a sigh.

I shake my head, hating my actions, before I rasp, "I'm sorry," near his ear, causing him to turn his head my way. His eyes look at me with such softness that my heart pounds.

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