TWELVE.

CHAPTER TWELVE - Luther.



“I think we need to fix your big mouth.”

“And I think we need to fix your big dick.” Miss Quinn shot back at me as she opened the exit door for me. I looked at her face and then scoffed at how serious she looked.

“Is that supposed to come out as a joke?”

“Jokes are inappropriate with us, Mr. Haastrup.”

“Appreantly, sex is?” We had both walked towards my G-Wagon, my chauffeur helped with opening the door to the car as he greeted us. I muttered a thank you to my chauffeur, now facing Miss Quinn who still had an expressionless look on her face. I leered at her for a while, before I fixated on the road that passed us through the window.

Thirty minutes later, we arrived at my penthouse. Miss Quinn and I had gotten down from my car, she had spared me no look as she walked quickly into the apartment. I walked in with the presence of my maid greeting me, I nodded my head and then trailed after Miss Quinn. I grabbed her arm softly.

“Get into my room,” I ordered. I paid no attention to her, struggling to free herself from my hold.

“Why are you doing this?”

“I have had enough of your attitude.”

“Fine. Do what you want, I won't stop you.” She surrendered both her arms to the air.

"I think I will pass," I said to her, turned towards the elevator that led into the house, and walked out. I needed to clear my head, I was not at peace with this bigmouth that lives with me.

The Park was serene, everywhere seemed peaceful and I could tell, everyone was having a good time; from the ladies that held their dogs and walked chanting nonstop down to the kids that followed each other around, laughing and seeing the world from a golden perspective and only a few people in the world get to experience it because it was golden and gold was a commodity not everyone could lay their hands on.

My phone rang and I had my seat on a bench before picking it up immediately, expecting an apology. “I think you shouldn't be thinking with your dick.” Miss Quinn said to me over the phone before she hung up. Well, I didn't get anything close to an apology. What pissed me off was even the audacity she always had, who did she think she was?

Like the only thing greedier than a woman is a cat, this was not how I planned Washington to be.

“Excuse me, is there anyone sitting here?” An old woman that looked like she was in her late seventies, questioned.

“Oh, not at all, just this young woman trying to stay afloat with everything,” I replied to her.

“What is troubling you?” She asked as she sat down gently.

“Nothing,” I replied.

“My name is Janet, I got tired when my doctor said I should exercise, to think of it, I regret leaving the house.” The woman heaved a sigh. I had wondered how this old woman was open about her personal life to strangers. It soon occurred to me that, old people at their time of old, grew more vulnerable, like this woman in front of me.

“I am Samuel,” I said, not willing to have a conversation with the old woman.

She released a heavy sigh and said; “My husband advised me not to come, I should have just stayed with him in bed,” she uttered.

“What?” I asked, surprised. “Are you still together with your husband?” I asked with utmost curiosity.

“Yes, I am, we have been married for over sixty years, married the lad when I was young and I believe that is the best decision I ever made,” she spoke proudly.

“Wow,” I looked at her in awe.

“Are you waiting for a woman?” she asked. “A woman bothering you right?” If only she knew who I was. I was Luther Haastrup, no woman could mess with my head that badly. But then a woman named Reese just had to come into the picture.

"Yes," I admitted

"Who is at fault?" She asked, how does she know we are arguing?

"Her, probably."

"Why don't you admit you were wrong, young man?"

"Because I am not"

"What if you were, would you apologize?"

Apologizing was the last thing on my mind, it never has been and I didn't think it will ever be. "No, I don't think so."

"If you look at the bigger picture, there is solace in apologizing."

"Even if it almost costs you a lot more than money? I'm talking about dignity." I said, earnestly.

"When will you children of nowadays accept that money isn't everything," she said.

"So what are you insinuating?" I asked the old woman who was dazzling in her peach blouse.

"Make peace with that lady, even if she made you lose the money, make peace with her and move forward," I nodded in Affirmation, knowing fully well I wasn't going to apologize to Miss Quinn.

"Whew, they are finally here," the Old Woman said with a big sigh, her smile beaming with happiness.

After a little struggle, she was finally up and began walking towards a young couple who stood at the door of the park, she turned back and said: "Don't stress it, I know you have no intention of apologizing, just apologize to the young lady and move on, if she is worth thinking about, then she is worth living with, just apologize and maybe things might get even better." I nodded in affirmation, knowing fully well this woman could read my mind or maybe she was just good at guessing but either way, she had a point at what she said.

Even though I knew it wouldn't hurt if I apologized, Miss Quinn was difficult to be with, she did things her way. There was so much difference between us that made it clear to me that our sex journey in Washington would go a long way. Maybe, I would apologize, maybe I too could tell her that I was a dick but that would see me as someone weak but I couldn't be taken for a weak man. I have been through a lot and did not get what I had by apologizing to anyone, I controlled people and that was what I fed off of.

I watched as a little girl came from behind the couple and ran towards the old woman. The expression on Aunt Janet's face was priceless, and I was impressed. I thought about the possibility of having a daughter, which sort of disgusted me but I quickly dismissed the thought.

I got up from the chair and walked towards my car, I needed to go home.

I heard little groans and moans as I walked into my penthouse, hearing Reese 's scream.

What the fuck was happening? I followed the sound and to my dismay, Reese was put in a doggy position with another man in my house.


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