CHAPTER TEN
Three weeks later
– QUINN –
My phone vibrates on the table, making an irritating noise which earns me a glare from the guy sitting across from me.
“Sorry,” I mouth on a barely-there whisper and grab my phone.
Annoyance strikes me when I read the message my father sent me. He’s asking if I’m okay, as if he freaking cares. No, I’m not okay when it involves my dad. I’ve barely crawled out of the deep pit of grief the loss of my brother threw me in.
Bri might have helped by dragging me out of my bedroom, but it was the fantasy deal which really gave me the push in life I needed to move forward.
I think I’ve relived the whole thing in my dreams about a thousand times over.
It gave me a personal boost, a mental one along with pleasure instead of feeling dead inside.
It truly was my fantasy from the moment I stopped those three guys, causing Fiero to burst into the room, right up until he walked out after shocking the hell out of me.
I really thought no one knew it was me. He knew.
Fiero said my name after he came inside me.
..twice. Everything about that night was an exceptional experience.
Multiple men while eventually there was only one who completely possessed me. I had something shoved in my ass the whole time. And I never expected Fiero to recover so damn fast after he orgasmed inside me. He made me clean him up and then came again down my throat.
Let’s not forget about my own pleasure. Fiero might have orgasmed twice, but I beat him on that level. Just the reminder of him causes me to clench my thighs. Damn. I felt that man for days; just like he promised.
If there was a way to do it all over again? I’d grab the chance with both hands. Sadly, one of the rules of the contract I signed stated it was a one-time fantasy deal. The money should be in my account by the end of the week.
I’ll be able to pay for my final year, so it wouldn’t even be about the money if I could do it all over this time.
No, it’d be about Fiero. Taking his orders and hearing him order the others around.
..it made it seem as if every touch I felt came from his hands, his cock.
Completely consumed, overstimulated, and overwhelmed with pleasure.
..a true, once in a lifetime fantasy deal.
Shit. I can feel myself getting wet and it takes effort to focus on the books in front of me. Reliving the moment is all I have, and it will stay a lustful memory for as long as I live. Closing my eyes for a heartbeat or two, I take a deep breath.
When I open them, I notice a man in a suit walking into the library. His face is one I recognize and it’s someone who doesn’t belong on campus. A grin glides across his face when he notices me.
My heart is slamming against my ribs, and it’s not from excitement.
I reach down and grab my bag, shoving my stuff quickly inside.
Turning, I head for the exit on the other side of the room.
I rush down the stairs and throw a glance over my shoulder.
Just as I suspected; he’s following me. Blindly making a turn, I slam against a hard chest, causing my bag to fall.
Reaching for my stuff, I’m about to apologize when a harsh, “Watch where you’re going,” rumbles from a voice I recognize.
The man who gave me ultimate pleasure three weeks ago is staring down at me in annoyance. He was wearing a mask the last time we met and looked down on me in this position, but I’m sure he wasn’t annoyed with me then.
“Quinn.” The sound of my name coming from the man who got rid of my brother’s body makes my hands tremble.
I drop my bag again and mutter a curse.
It’s then I hear Fiero coldly state, “Jovan Cillian, you are not a student nor are you welcome here.”
Slowly I move to stand behind Fiero.
Cillian’s chuckle causes for the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end. “The high and mighty Fiero Reaux. How is dear old dad these days? Still broke and lost?”
Fiero doesn’t respond and suddenly there are two men coming up from behind us.
One of them steps forward. “I’m going to politely ask you to accompany me so I can remove you from campus.”
Cillian holds up his hand. “No need, I’ll be leaving.” He inches closer and stares right at me when he says, “I’ll give you the time to finish up your last few days here.”
His words sound ominous.
“She doesn’t owe you anything, Cillian,” Fiero states. “Her father is the one who placed the bet, not her.”
“Interesting how you seem to know some details I’m sure I didn’t share with you.” Cillian narrows his eyes. “Do you really think it’s wise to mess with my business, Fiero? Especially when it comes to this woman.”
The way these two men in suits are facing off is scarier than any of the underground fighters I’ve seen right before they tear one another apart. Slowly, I take a step back, another, then two more...taking advantage of the situation, I make a run for it.
Quickly taking a turn, I hide in the mass of students coming out of the building. Once I’m rushing up the steps of the apartment and shove the key in the lock, I’m able to breathe again.
“You look like the devil himself chased you down the hallway,” Bri remarks.
She’s standing in the middle of the room with a bag slung over her shoulder, ready to leave.
“Deadline,” I mutter and reach for my laptop.
When I’m booting it up on the kitchen table, I grab a chair and reach for my books.
“Alrighty then.” She strolls to the door. “Well, I have an arrogant asshole to tutor. Need me to pick up something on my way home?”
I keep my eyes on my laptop. “No, thanks. Have fun.”
Bri snorts. “Fun. As if. He’s more annoying than ever. Bye.”
“Bye,” I mutter.
We haven’t discussed the night I pretended to be her and accepted the fantasy deal Fiero offered for the money I needed.
The only thing Bri mentioned the next time she saw Tate was the fact that he didn’t stop persuading her to fuck.
I have no clue why she keeps tutoring him, and to be honest? It’s none of my business.
I wasn’t kidding about the deadline I have.
Opening my essay, I start to type and try to finish it in time.
Coffee helps me muddle through two hours of nonstop research while writing my essay.
The knock on the door finally forces me to stop reading things through, double checking till I’m cross-eyed, and force myself to hit send.
With a weary sigh I walk to the door and open it, instantly regretting not checking the peephole. I try to shove the door closed but Cillian gives a forceful shove and it makes me stumble back.
“Now, now, little Quinny, that’s no way to welcome your future husband,” he says in a disapproving tone.
“You’re not my future husband,” I hiss. “And my name is Quinn. Get the hell out or I’ll scream.”
Cillian snorts. “Go ahead and scream, it’ll be good practice for when I pop that little cherry of yours.”
I’m stunned to silence. Pop my cherry? Does he really think I’m a freaking virgin? Shit. I have to focus, and this man needs to go away.
“I have no clue why you’re here, talking bullshit. Whatever happened between you and my father has nothing to do with me. It’s horrifying enough to have lost my brother.” My voice cracks and I have to swallow back a sob at the reminder of my brother.
“Lost your brother,” Cillian echoes and steps closer when he reaches for my face.
I jolt back and he slowly shakes his head when he states, “Micah will be disappointed to hear you pronounced him dead to the world.”
My jaw practically hits the floor. Micah is still alive? Did my father lie? Is Cillian lying? What the hell is going on?
“Your father owes me money, and he’s going to pay one way or another.
Your brother is recovering and for now it’s a bit unsure if he can still become one of my fighters.
Which causes me to lose more money. You, on the other hand, have something to offer me.
” His gaze glides to my breasts and I involuntarily take a step back.
Cillian is around the same age as Fiero, and yet they invoke completely opposite feelings inside my body. Where Fiero makes my body light up with lust, Cillian makes disgust roll through my veins.
“How much money?” I croak.
“Thirty thousand for starters.” A sly smile slides across his face. “Why? Do you have any spare change between those sweet tits of yours?”
“I have the money.” My voice is firm due to the hint of relief of the chance to get out of the position my father put me in.
While it does shoot my future to smithereens, I do have a way to cut Cillian and my father out of my life for good.
I don’t have the money yet and it’s why I add, “At least, I will have it in a few days and can pay you in full then.”
“A few days,” Cillian murmurs. “No, not good enough. Paying back the money past the deadline isn’t an option anymore. You are now collateral. Which means you’re mine, along with the money you will have in a few days. It will cover the debt’s interest.”
My gaze slides to the door when it opens.
Two men in suits step inside while Cillian slides out the door.
I don’t have time to react when one of the men throws a strong arm around my neck and covers my nose and mouth with his large hand.
I try to struggle against him but it’s useless when I feel a sharp pain and then everything starts to fade.