TWENTY-EIGHT.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT - Luther.


I searched for her—everywhere, worried that she must have left town. Left me. Reese couldn't possibly have left me, where was she? It was unlike her to get out, except that she went shopping but Miss Quinn was never this late. She barely knew someone here in Washington. I rushed to her room to check if her clothes were still in the wardrobe. I flung each of the wardrobes—luckily, there were still two of her items of luggage left in it.

Suddenly, I heard my phone chime, signaling that I had a phone call. I looked at my phone to check who must have been calling. The ID caller shown on the screen was Miss Quinn.

“Luther.” Her voice sounded like she was crying, I became restless after noticing this. What must have caused her to cry? Most importantly, where did she go?

“Reese , what is wrong? Where have you been?”

“I can't do this anymore. I can't. . .” her voice quavered then got unsteady at the end of her words.

“Reese , where are you right now?”

I heard as she heaved a heavy sigh. “I am. . . in Chicago.”

“Why did you go to Chicago? Is anything the problem?”

“I needed to see my parents. I am on my way to the airport.” She replied over the phone.

“I understand. Please come back to me and take care.” I said with a sardonic tone.

“I will, Haastrup.”

“I can't believe I'm saying this but I need you. We need to talk.”





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Tonight, I was going to drink. Drink me out to prepare the conversation with Miss Quinn. Drinking helped whenever I went through emotional exhaustion—truth to be told, I was exhausted. Tired that the contract we both had was coming to an end. Two more days and this was going to end. Our fights were going to end, the hungry kiss whenever we got frustrated was also going to come to an end and it had me feeling exhausted because somehow, a small part of me did not wish for this to finish. I wasn't the type who did relationships, I slept with many women—that, I could proudly say but never did I feel this way for them whenever our fucking session came to an end. With Miss Quinn, I didn't want her to leave. A month with her in Washington felt like an eternity. A whole month was about to end with her and it made me wonder what would become of us after we came to an end. We would become history.

I gulped down my bottle of whiskey which burned down my throat, rested my palm on my temple whilst I rubbed it gently. I thought of what to say to her, what was I ought to say? That I never wanted her to leave my sight even after this contract ended? Like she had always said, this was so unlike me—Luther Haastrup. The old Luther wouldn't have felt this way, it was impossible for him to feel so attached to a woman this very way and it sucked. It made thinking even more difficult for me. I couldn't think straight that having her resign her position at my company would become a great loss too if I give her the huge sum of money after our contract. She might leave and won't turn back.

Never has a woman got me fucked up in my head so bad as Miss Quinn did. I thought of how or what would make her stay. Maybe both of us having to make a deal on a contract was a huge mistake, I made that mistake. It was like being drunk but on a person, not hard liquor. Fear crept into me the more I drank. I was convinced that I was already drunk. I was no longer capable of thinking, everything felt out of the place. It felt like I was living in my mind.

“Sam.” I heard a familiar voice call, I gazed up to check who it was. It looked like it was Miss Quinn, calling.

How was that possible? How could she have gotten here that quickly? “Miss Quinn?”

“Yes, Luther. I am back.” She smiled at me.

“You are fast.” I staggered as I tried to reach for her. She had taken off the jacket she was wearing, leaving the rest of her body in lingerie. I recalled vividly that Miss Quinn has told me she never liked wearing lingerie, she thought of them as uncomfortable and said they looked tacky on her. Miss Quinn putting on lingerie tonight was a huge shock but it made me grin.

“You need some rest, Luther.” She placed her hands on my chest, pushing me to lie on the couch.

“You look beautiful in this, Miss Quinn.”

“You are drunk, do you need to drink more?” Her voice was different or was I the crazy one? I was drunk but I was sure this was Miss Quinn.

“Yes, I need more of you.”

“Luther, don't be silly.” She hit me on my shoulder playfully.

“You look beautiful.” I smile at her.

“Thank you. How about we take you to your room?”

I laughed. “Yes, Miss Quinn.” She took me in her arms as I arose from the couch. I held onto her tightly but I staggered in between. I had sung out to her that she was an amazing woman and I wasn't ready to let her go. She leads me to my bedroom, letting me fall back on my king-sized bed.

My breath came out in a quick sigh, I thought I had seen a different face from Miss Quinn but things didn't seem too clear. I heard her soothing voice, caressing me to rest on her chest that I would do fine in being in her arms. I sighed in relief on hearing that from her, I needed to be reassured.

“. . .Miss Quinn?”

“Yes, Sam.”

“I love you.” There, that was only what I needed to say, that came out easy. I didn't know when it started but I knew I was hopelessly in love with Miss Quinn.

“You have no idea how much I do too.” I heard her respond before I slept off.

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