So here's another AU story, I've been working on for a while. This is actually one of my first. Please leave me some feedbacks.

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Player's Fortune

Prologue

As Quinn opened her eyes, she immediately saw the wooden ceiling and realized that she's in a hotel room, per usual. She let out a long yawn and glanced at the sleeping, very naked, woman next to her. Her first instinct was to escape and just leave whoever was beside her for good.

Her current flavor of the month was the hot Brazilian fashion model, Camila Galleti, whom she met a few weeks ago at the MET Gala. And she was just another woman who could satisfy her sexual needs.

It had always been easy for Quinn to detach herself from any girl she's had sexual relations with. She had always been a no strings attached kind of woman. Some women might stay longer than a few days or weeks or sometimes even months with her, but they could never last forever. She wouldn't let them. The moment they started being clingy or possessive, she would immediately cut them out of her life. She never wanted them to expect more than what she was willing to give.

She got up and entered the bathroom to take a shower. She had to go in the office today. She was the sole owner of an Architectural firm, LQ Design. She couldn't rely on anyone but herself to properly do the work. Especially right now, when the company was in the midst of a financial problem. The competitions were fierce and it was causing the company's profits to dwindle. Just recently, two big contracts slipped through her hands, and one of her best architect moved to the rival firm. But she was a Fabray and failing had never been an option. She will strategize to bring all of her clients back and revive her company.

Quinn got out of the bathroom, wrapped in nothing but a towel. Camila was sprawled on the bed watching the blonde put on her dress in a seductive manner.

"Can we have dinner tonight, babe?" the model asked.

Quinn looked at her and quickly responded, "No, I'm not free tonight."

"How about tomorrow night?"

She finished getting dress before replying, "I'm sorry, Camila. I think last night is our last night together."

The model paused, slightly confused. "What?"

She gave her an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, but we're over."

The other girl swiftly got up, wrapping her body with the comforter. "What do you mean we're over?" She said with stunned eyes.

Quinn went to her purse and took out a red box, and it contained an expensive bracelet. Every time she broke up with a girl, she made a habit of buying them an expensive gift to ease their pain. Women like brand name bags, clothes, and especially jewelry. More often than not, the girl usually forgets their "heartbreak" the moment they see their gift.

I hope this works for you, Camila, Quinn thought.

"What's this?" the model asked confusedly. "A parting gift?"

The architect took a deep breath and replied, "Well, yeah. I knew you were going to like that."

A frown spread through the Brazilian's face. She's not sure if she wanted to cry or get angry. She opened the red box just stared at it, and violently threw it across the room. "I don't need that! I need you! She tightly embraced the other girl. "I love you, Quinn. I don't need anything from you, but your love."

Quinn had been through this scenario many times before that it doesn't even faze her anymore. "I told you from the very beginning, I get out the moment I'm not happy with the relationship anymore. Besides, we were never committed; we were just casually dating, right"? she explained coldly.

The other girl got away from her, rage visible in her eyes. "How dare you leave me like this? I loved you, and this is how you repay me" She cried while pounding on Quinn's chest. When the pounding got harder, Quinn grabbed the models hands, halting her attacks.

Quinn looked into her eyes and calmly said,"I never told you I loved you. And you knew how I felt about you. Don't forget, you were the one who agreed to my terms."

"Fuck you, and your rules? Do you think I wanted this? I never planned on falling in love with you." The model said in a tone laced with hurt.

"Well, I'm really sorry, Camila, but you know I could never return your feelings. So, it's better if we part ways now. I don't want to hurt you anymore than I already did," Quinn explained, trying to get Camila to understand.

Quinn lets go of the girl and started walking towards the door. She was startled, when the model forcefully grabbed her right leg and clung to it as if her life depended on it.

"Please don't leave, Quinn," Camila pleaded desperately. "I promise I won't demand anything from you. I won't ask you to love me back if that's what you want. Just don't leave me. I can't live without out you."

She looked up to the ceiling and exasperatingly groaned. She never expected this kind of obsessive behavior from this girl. If she just discovered this trait early on, then she would have never gotten involved.

Camila got up and tightly embraced her again, and pleaded, "please stay with me. I'll do anything you want. Just don't leave me, baby."

Quinn slowly got out of her embrace. "I hope you understand, Camila. I'm not happy anymore. We had a good time together, but this needs to end. Don't make it harder than it's supposed to. Let's have peaceful farewell." She said sincerely. She gave the model a last gentle peck on the cheek before continuing towards the door.

"Peaceful farewell? Screw you, Quinn! Someday you're going to experience this kind of pain. There is a woman out there that will break your heart as you broke mine!" Camila screamed at her

Quinn ignored her. She proceeded towards the door and got in the elevator. She will never get hurt. What Camila said will never happen to her. No woman will ever hurt her. She's twenty-six years old and she had never been in love, and it will continue to stay like that.