Page 15 of Claiming His Reunion Obsession

“One night, we were all in the lab and I was asked to go get something from the big fridge they have down there, full of chemicals as well as the odd cadaver for experiments. Well, Sam was waiting in the shadows and his partner Tracy locked us in. No big surprise there, but I didn’t know he was in there and he… then he…” I can’t bring myself to even go on saying it, the whole memory is just too terrible.

“Go on,” Quinn urges me firmly. “You’ll feel better once you tell someone, I promise.”

I take a shaky breath in and close my eyes tight, it really feels like I’m stepping into that fridge again, the truck’s gotten colder and the darkness outside as well as inside makes me feel it all over again.

“Sam, he was hiding behind the trolley with a cadaver on it and when I turned to leave, Tracy locked the door from the outside and turned off the lights. I screamed a little, but realized what was going on. Then Sam picked up this body… a torso really, and he grabbed me with it from behind, I can still feel it’s arms and hands, the head all over me… it was horrible.”

“Bastards,” Quinn growls, shaking his head.

“But that’s not it, Quinn. That’s not why I left. Sam had some sort of seizure while he was laughing and hollering, in the end I begged Tracey to let us out but she thought it was all part of the joke. We were locked in there for an hour before she opened the door, and by that time Sam, he was in a really bad way… he never recovered fully. Some kind of brain injury.”

“Got what he deserved if you ask me,” Quinn snarls, and there was a time I would’ve agreed with him.

“They blamed me for everything, of course. I was taken before the Dean, the rich parents demanding an explanation for the tragedy. I had to quit, it was spelled out for me. When I tried to tell the truth, I was called a liar, and worse.”

I shiver again, not feeling any better for telling anyone, but I wouldn’t have told anyone if it wasn’t for Quinn being so insistent.

“So I took a few month’s off, I told my dad it was just the pressure. If he knew, my god… there would’ve been a horrible mess. I waited some, then applied to do my nursing training online, going to the local hospital for the internship. Luckily I had friendly faces there… no bullies, so here I am.”

Quinn stays quiet. Brooding, I can tell. We hit bitumen again and before long the road arcs around into a small bay with a marina. A tall, multi-story condo complex looms up like a shadow, with only three top floors lit up.

“Here we are…” Quinn announces somberly, shutting off the engine and I can’t wait for him to hold me, feeling like I need to be close to him now more than ever.

Chapter Twelve

Quinn

I want to do more than just hold her and I tell her so. Hearing how cruel some people can be doesn’t surprise me, and I know Chelle can look after herself, but it still makes me mad I missed out on being there for her.

“Let’s get you inside,” I tell her, lightening the mood with a kiss and whispering where I want to pick up where we left off.

“Right where we left off…” I remind her, “I insist…” and she nods greedily. Returning my kiss and pumping me back to full attention through my jeans.

“Where are we though?” she asks as I help her step down from the truck.

“A new condo development. The top floor’s ours… for tonight anyway, and as long as you want afterwards… up to three months,” I correct myself, remembering the state of my own apartment and realizing it doesn’t matter but it’s best to have Chelle someplace way nicer.

Chelle giggles, and cranes her neck, straining to see in the darkness the full details of the building. The marina’s almost vacant, but has a few smaller boats berthed, a fenced off area has the remnants of the construction process.

“Owner’s overseas, drumming up prospective buyers,” I tell her, waving a keycard under her nose before scooping her up into my arms, making her squeal out loud in surprise.

I let my eyes adjust and make my way up to the main entrance, making a deep satisfied sound as I feel her bosom press into my chest and her ass firmly in my hand, her thighs resting on the other.

“Carrying me over the threshold?” she jokes and I feel myself growing serious again.

I will, one day. Soon too, I’ll see to that.

Seeing my expression, Chelle blushes, then gives me a little squeeze, telling me with her body that she’s ready. I know she is. I sure as hell know I am too.

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