Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78024 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78024 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“I’m not the one that went looking for trouble,” she says indignantly.
He looks at me and lets out a brief chuckle. “If you say so.”
She smiles fondly at the screen, like he’s her favorite uncle. “I’ll call you after the weekend, okay? Maybe I can come visit without Mom this time.”
“Sounds good, Quinn. Take care of yourself.”
“I will.” They hang up and Quinn locks her phone.
I hold up the coffee pot. “Warm it up for you?”
“I’m good, thanks.” She takes a sip and smiles.
I push back the curtain to the bedroom to get in more light now that it won’t bother anybody, and sit down on the end of the bed. “Hey listen, you’re a big girl and you can make your own choices, but I gotta fucking say this, okay? I don’t know much about movies or TV other than to watch them, but I know reputation is important. If your dream is to make it to Hollywood and become stupidly rich and famous, I’d feel like shit if you threw it away on account of my sorry ass.”
She blinks at me with those ridiculously pretty eyes. “I won’t.”
“Well… good. Yeah. You shouldn’t.” I knew she’d have to leave at some point, it shouldn’t be surprising.
“No, Sinner, not like that. I mean Roger’s right. I need to make decisions for myself now.” She takes another sip, not really looking at anything. “And I’ve never really wanted to be a movie star. Not that I don’t want my projects to be successful, but I’m not in it for an infinity pool in Beverly Hills.”
“What the fuck’s an infinity pool?”
“It’s—never mind. I just mean I want to act, and I want to live my life, and if living my life means there are some roles I don’t get offered, I’m okay with that. I love playing Desdemona. The series is tons of fun and I love all the cheesy action and getting to pretend to be a kickass demon with an angel best-friend she doesn’t know what to do with. I don’t care about Hollywood. I never dreamed of becoming a huge star. That’s Mom’s dream. I want to try voice acting, and be in a stage production. I love being in projects like Saving the World that someone is making because they’re passionate about the material, not because they’re trying to make the movie of the summer. And I can’t imagine not being able to walk around in public without everyone recognizing me. That kind of life would be so depressing.” She stops to draw a breath. “Sorry, I’m dumping everything on you.”
I stand up, putting my mug on the table and crouching down in front of her. “You’re already a star, demon. Shit, that sounds so fucking corny but it’s true. I lost so much fucking time in prison, so if there’s one thing I know, it’s that time is the one thing you can’t take for granted. Every second that ticks is a second you’ll never live again. So when the end comes and you’re looking at all your seconds and what you did with them, you wanna be able to think, ‘fuck yeah, that was amazing’ “
“That’s… that’s a good way of looking at it. I like that a lot, actually.”
“Roger seems pretty cool, but you’re going to need to accept that people like your mother are never going to get it. They might think it is, but if their love depends on you doing what they want, that’s not love.” I kiss her on the top of the head.
She looks up at me, just as I’m about to kiss her again, and I’m not missing that opportunity. The next one goes right on her soft lips. Fuck, I swear she tastes sweeter and sweeter every fucking time. And she gives back as good as she gets, wrapping her arms around my neck as she lets me pull her back onto the bed.
She pulls back and smirks as she wiggles her hips right over my stiffening cock. “I think I can feel your support right now.”
“Yeah. Well, I’m gonna show you some other things it can do.”
25
Chapter 25 - Quinn
I look down at Sinner, my hair hanging down on either side of his face. Is this something I can depend on long term? I don’t know. I couldn’t even imagine myself dating someone a few weeks ago, and now even the idea of going back to the isolation of my old life feels like losing a limb.
Sinner slaps my ass. “Hey, where’d you go, demon?”
“What? I’m right here. Sorry, I was just thinking how fast things have been moving.”
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” He strokes down the side of my thigh, tracing circles with his fingertips.
I sit up, straddling him. “Good, I think.” I grab the hem of his shirt, pulling it off in one quick motion and tossing it aside.