A/N: Thanks so much for the reviews last chapter, I think that is the most I have gotten on one chapter. I love reading all of your comments so please keep them coming.
This will be a more playful chapter with Rachel and Quinn, I know the other chapters are super sad. There will be a little playful banter the entire chapter between the two. She will meet with her therapist in this reality in this chapter but it won't be very long because I don't want to reiterate from the last chapter. But she will still explain to the therapist what is going on.
Please review and let me know what you think, thanks so much.
I start to stir in my sleep as I feel soft lips kiss across my bareback. A smile creeps across my face at how sweet and cuddly Quinn is in the morning.
"Good morning beautiful," Quinn whispers in my ear.
"Mmm morning," I yawn out as I roll over and look into her eyes.
Quinn looks back at me with saddened eyes, "How did you sleep? Any nightmares?"
I can see in her eyes that she wants me to tell her everything was fine. Lying to her is never something I like to do but I know it will protect her from the confusion my head is going through right now.
"Everything was perfect love, no nightmares," I respond back giving her a reassuring kiss on the lips to help her believe me.
Quinn raises an eyebrow at me trying to read me, I really hate when she does that.
Before she can push the conversation anymore I decide to reply back before she gets a chance, "How could I have any nightmares after the hours of pleasure you gave me last night?"
"That's true, I am pretty good at giving you pleasure," Quinn retorts back with a smirk.
"Don't get smug on me now."
"I thought you liked it when I was smug, that's how I got you back in high school right?"
"First off you did not get me in high school, it was mutual. And second it was how sweet and gentle you were that convinced me to take a chance on you," I snort back rolling me eyes.
Quinn leans into me and nibbles at my ear lobe, "You sure about that Berry?"
Ugh, she knows what it does to me when she uses my old nickname but two can play this game.
I take my finger and run it across her lips and then travel down her neck towards her breasts and slightly graze one of her nipples causing Quinn to still her motions.
"I remember high school a little different Fabray. You pursued me because you just couldn't stay away, I am the one that decided to stop torturing you and let you take me out," I purr out as I remove my finger from her nipple.
Quinn looks at me flabbergasted, "Please. Everyone knows you wanted me first, ever since you saw me sophomore year in my cheerios outfit ruling the school."
"You sure about that Lucy?" I ask knowing she hates her first name.
Quinn looks at me with fire in her eyes, "Don't call me that! You are playing dirty."
"I thought you liked when I played dirty Q," I whisper as I give her a little smack on her ass.
Quinn looks shocked at first but then gives me her HBIC look, I can't lie I still get a little intimidated when I see that look on my wife.
"Rach, there is no point in doing this. We both know no matter how hard you try I am always going to win this argument, I can seduce you whenever and wherever I want."
I can't believe she thinks she can have me whenever like that, I am not letting her win this and I am not backing down.
"I don't know what makes you think that but game on Lucy!"
Quinn gets up from the bed and walks out of the room without a stitch on, swaying her ass as she walks away.
"History is on my side babe," Quinn shouts as she walks down the stairs.
I'm now lying in bed by myself frustrated in more ways than one. Well this day just got a hell of a lot more interesting, at least I'm in the studio most of the day and can distract myself. There is no way in hell I am letting her win this argument.
I decide to take a cold shower and take my time getting ready in the bathroom, hoping Quinn would not want to wait and use one of the other bathrooms and get ready for work.
Walking out of the bathroom my knees immediately get shaky at the slight before me, Quinn is standing there in her old cheerios uniform with a smirk on her face.
"Look what I found in the back of the closet. And would you look at that it still fits perfectly."
Trying to keep myself from showing how turned on I am is going to take a lot of effort and I just don't have a lot of that at this moment. But I manage to gather myself enough to continue to the closet to put my work clothes on with only giving her a small nod as I walked by.
I try to ignore her as I get dressed for work, but I can feel her in the closet with me even though I have my back to her. Quinn gets right behind me and pushes herself against my ass and I have to hold back the moan that is begging to come out.
Quinn grabs my hand and starts to run it up her leg, "You know what's weird though. I can't find the spanks that go with my uniform."
She used to torture me in high school always telling me at inappropriate times that she wasn't wearing any spanks. I would always give in and stop what I was doing and let her take me.
But as turned on as I am right now I will not let her win, damn sometimes I hate how stubborn I can be. Just as she moves my hand to the edge of her skirt I quickly yank my hand away and grab my long black coat from the closet to leave.
Giving her a quick kiss on the cheek I head to work as I yell out, "Love you babe, got to get to work."
I'm heading down the stairs and stop at the bottom when I hear Quinn call out.
"You sure you don't want to go in a little late to stay and play. You didn't even get to feel what I have on under this cheer skirt, I got strapped up and everything," Quinn purrs out.
Right there at the stairs I almost lose it, she knows I love it when she wears a strap on. Hundreds of images run through my mind of all the fun we have had with it and I know I have completely ruined my panties for the day. But I can't go upstairs and grab a new pair because I know if I go back up there I won't leave for the rest of the day.
I settle for just being uncomfortable for the rest of the day and hope I have an extra pair at work in a bag of clothes I keep in case of an emergency.
Taking deep breaths in the car isn't helping me calm down even a little. I get stuck in traffic on the way to work and decide to check my calendar for the day. And there it is the ice water to bring me back down, I forgot I have a lunch appointment with my therapist today. I'm nervous about going considering my appointment with Dr. Daniels was so emotionally draining, but I can't let that stop me because I know I have to figure this whole thing out.
Walking into my office I grab a cup of coffee and pull out my phone and decide to send Quinn a text, I'm not the only one that has a weakness.
Text to Quinn
"Got stuck in traffic on the way here all hot and bothered"
Text from Quinn
"You could have stayed and had fun, I would have helped you not be frustrated."
Text to Quinn
"That's okay. I relieved myself in the car while stuck in traffic, I can still smell myself on my fingers ;)."
Not getting a text back from her wasn't a surprise, she is probably just as frustrated now as I was when I left the house. She goes crazy when I touch myself and she is not there.
Giggling to myself I hear a knock on my door and yell out, "Come in!"
"Good morning Rach! What are you so giggly about?" Tina looks at me suspiciously.
"Oh nothing, just a game with Quinn."
"Oh, I don't want to know," Tina laughs out.
Looking up at her I giggle back, "Yeah probably not. So what's up?"
"I wanted to talk to you about Ashley."
"Yeah, is something wrong. Is her album not coming along good?"
"No it's not that. Actually her album is coming along great and we are going to be able to release it earlier than we thought. She just has her single Drive to finish and then that's it."
Smiling up at Tina I can't believe the how amazing the work is that she does here, "Early release huh, that's great. We need to get her shoot set up for her album cover and get a press schedule set up. She also needs to decide which single to release first and we need to set an official album release date."
Tina writes down everything I'm saying on her notepad and nods her head, "Okay got it. There is actually something else I needed to talk to you about as well."
Nodding my head I wait for Tina to continue as I take a sip of my coffee.
"With Ashley almost done we need to find some new talent and fast. We haven't found anyone new recently and the ones we found before that just didn't work out," Tina states while pulling out a piece of paper and setting it on my desk.
"What about that band we found down at that 47 bar?"
"We couldn't get them all to agree to the same deal. They ended up splitting the band up. But that paper I gave you is a list of new places and I thought maybe we could try one tonight and scope out some talent," Tina replies back.
Looking over the list Tina gave me I remember the bar that I got into a fight with that girl at from the other reality. I remember some of the talent being really good there so I open up my laptop and look it up.
"I actually have a place in mind, I'm looking it up now," I respond back when I hit a search and pull the bar up.
Turning the computer around I show Tina and she gives me a questioning look, "I don't know Rach, that places looks like a dive. Are you sure there is any talent there?"
"We will never know unless we go and check it out. How is after work at like six?"
"Okay I trust your gut, six is perfect for me," Tina replies back as my cell phone starts to ring.
"Hey this is Quinn calling me. Do you mind if I take it?"
"No that's fine we are done anyway, plus I don't want to hear any bit of the game you two are playing today," Tina retorts back while she rushes out of my office.
"Hey babe. How's your day going, miss me?" I giggle into the phone.
"I need you to answer one question Rach," Quinn states sternly on the phone.
"Anything for you baby," I purr into the phone.
"Were you serious about what you said earlier?"
I try to keep myself from laughing at how aggravated she is, "Was I serious about what Quinn?"
"You know damn well what I'm talking about Rachel."
"If you come over here you can find out," I challenge her.
Quinn pauses on the phone, "No I can't I have a lot of work to finish here."
"Okay, but I might just have to go again here all by myself right at my office desk."
I hear Quinn moan through the phone and I laugh at how easy she is being right now.
"Hang on Rach, someone is at my door. Come in," I hear Quinn call out.
I'm sitting there waiting for her to finish her lunch order to the girl from the café down the street when I suddenly hear her giggle in the background. I push the phone closer to take a listen and I hear the girl flirting with my wife and I think I hear Quinn flirting back.
"You are really beautiful. Have you ever thought of modeling? I can put you in touch with some people," I hear Quinn tell the café slut.
"You would do that for me," the café girl responds with a flirty tone.
"Of course. It would be a crime for that face to not be behind a camera."
I feel my blood start to boil and I start to throw some things in my purse to get ready to go over to her office to confront her.
"You are the sweetest, tell me someone knows how sweet you are."
Unable to listen anymore I quickly hang up the phone and go to grab my coat. I can't believe Quinn would flirt with someone knowing I was listening. I stop with my coat half on and think, of course she knew I was listening. Quinn knows that I hate when other girls flirt with her and she knows I always grab her and claim her as mine. Quinn knows I can never back down from a chance to show her that she is mine and nobody else's.
I put my coat back on the rack and sit back down at my desk and try to distract myself with some paperwork, I refuse to let Quinn win this time. She was right this morning when she said history was on her side, I always give in because she knows the best ways to make me cave. Twirling my pin around I start to think back on every fantasy I have ever heard Quinn say she wanted to try and an idea pops into my head. Quinn thinks she has this won, but oh how wrong she is.
I finish up some work and ignore the call I got back from Quinn, I text her back saying I'm busy at work and I will call her later. I decide that before I go to my lunch meeting I'm going to stop by our favorite store and grab a few things that are sure to make her head spin.
I make a few business calls and get most of the paperwork done that had been accumulating on my desk from my time off. Looking at the clock I realize it's almost time for my meeting with my new therapist, I hope he is good and understanding. I found him online and he had a lot of glowing reviews but I have never met him before so I don't really know what his demeanor is like.
Walking out of my office I stop by our assistants desk and tell her I'm going to be out of the office for a little bit and to take down all my messages and text me with anything important.
In my car on the drive over I start to think about how I'm going to have to explain everything to Dr. Stevens just like I did for Dr. Daniels. I'm really not looking forward to repeating the same things to him as I did to her but I need to see if he has any experience with this. Or at the very least if he has any different insight that Dr. Daniels did not, it's going to be a little different for him because in this reality Quinn is still very much alive and I'm not struggling with anything.
Sitting down in the waiting room my cell phone starts to ring and I see that it's Quinn. I decline the call because I don't want to lie to her but at the same time I don't want to explain to her where I am.
"Rachel, Dr. Stevens will see you now," his receptionist calls out.
I walk into his office and I laugh at how similar it is to Dr. Daniel's office, I guess all therapists' offices look the same.
Dr. Stevens walks over to me and shakes my hand, "Hi Rachel, it's nice to meet you. I'm Dr. Adam Stevens."
"Nice to meet you as well," I reply as I take a seat on the black leather coach across from him.
"Tell me a little bit about yourself Rachel."
"I'm married to my wife Quinn, we have been together since our senior year of high school. I love to sing, that's where Quinn and I met in our high school glee club. I own a recording studio with one of my friends Tina, it had a slow start at first but has really picked up over the past year, which has made my life pretty busy. I grew up with two gay dads that are amazing parents and always encouraged me to go after my dreams, I have an amazing life."
"I can tell from the way you talk, you seem very happy."
"I am," I answer back pretending for just a second that everything is fine and my life is amazing.
Dr. Stevens pulls out his notebook and grabs a pen, "So tell me Rachel, what brings you here?"
Taking a deep breath I push through, "I've been having this... Honestly I don't even know what to call it. I guess you could say alternate reality that my wife was in a car accident and didn't survive."
"You mean like a reoccurring dream where she dies?"
"No, it's not the same dream per say. It's more like another reality that continues every time I close my eyes. My life continues in the other reality where I have lost her, myself and everyone around me struggles with her death."
Dr. Stevens jots some more notes down on his pad and looks at me, "Explain to me exactly how this works for you so I can get a better understanding."
"I go to sleep every night in this reality where Quinn is alive and everything is amazing and then when I wake up I'm in another reality where she has died."
"So you wake up and live your life there and then go to sleep and wake up and live your life here?"
"Exactly," I say hoping he understands because I'm tired of explaining this story again and getting the same confused look.
"So you can't tell if you are awake or dreaming at this very second?"
"No I can't."
Dr. Stevens just looks at me like he is trying to figure out the best way to handle me but I cut him off before he can start, "Look I know this sounds crazy trust me. I have never had anything like this happen to me before, that's why I came to you. And also why I'm seeing another therapist in my other reality."
Dr. Stevens raises his eyebrows at me, "You are seeing a therapist there as well?"
"Yes because I can't figure this out on my own anymore. So I was hoping between the two of you we could figure this thing out."
"You can communicate and live your life in this dream you are having the same as you are living your life here?"
I nod my head and hope he finally understands this entire mess, "Yes and it's hard in both realities because I see family and friends in both but under completely different circumstances. It's getting confusing and hard to differentiate."
"It's understandable that the details from each of them would begin to cross over and confuse you," Dr. Stevens responds.
"It's starting to become very overwhelming and is starting to show in the things that I do or say," I mutter out as a tear falls from my eye.
"Of course it is. While your brain is supposed to be resting it is working hard to keep up with a detailed alternate reality. To be honest with you it is only going to get worse if it is not fixed."
Tears stream down my face at the truth of his words.
"A moment of panic and confusion is only the beginning to all of this. But I can help you Rachel, we will figure this out."
"Thank you, I want to fix this. I want to get the dream of Quinn dying and having to move on without her out of my head and to just be able to live in this amazing reality with her."
"I know you do Rachel. And I can assure you that this is the true reality and this is not a dream," Dr. Stevens states with confidence.
I snicker out at the irony of what he just said.
He looks at me confused, "What?"
"That's exactly the same thing the other therapist said."
"Hmm, I can see how troubling this must all be for you then. Have you told Quinn about this?"
"No and I don't plan to. I don't want to tell her anything until I can understand it, it will only hurt her," I sternly state so that he will drop it.
"I'm just worried about you dealing with all of this on your own," he replies with concerned eyes.
"I appreciate that but that is what I have you for, to talk about all of this and figure it out."
"We have a lot more to discuss Rachel but our session is over for now. But I would really like to see you again so we can get into this more and figure out a solution," Dr. Stevens responds as he gets up to open the door.
"I would really like that and I am willing to do the work to make that happen," I say as I walk out of the door.
That wasn't as hard as I originally thought it was going to be, sure it was hard at first telling him everything but after that it was more hopeful. Walking to my car I'm thinking about how much more receptive I was to working with Dr. Stevens than Dr. Daniels. But it doesn't confuse me one bit why that is. I meant what I said to Dr. Daniels when I told her if that reality was true then I didn't want to get better because it would mean not having Quinn in my life at all. I'm much more willing to do work with Dr. Stevens because I want more than anything to rid myself of that reality without Quinn once and for all.
Getting into my car I pull out my cell phone and see a few missed calls from Quinn and Tina. I call Tina back first because I want to wind down a bit before I talk to Quinn.
"Hey Tina I saw you called," I mutter into the phone.
"Yeah I was going to see if you wanted to go to lunch but you weren't in your office."
"Sorry I had an appointment, I just got done."
"That's fine. Are you coming back to the office?"
"No, I don't think so. I'm going to finish up some paperwork at home because I'm not far from there now," I reply as I drive onto our street.
"Okay, no problem. Are we still on for tonight though?" Tina asks hopeful I haven't ditched out on her.
"Yeah of course. We can scout and have a few drinks and catch up, it will be fun," I respond excited about her seeing the bar I found.
Tina giggles with excitement, "Okay great! Oh and I forgot to tell you Quinn stopped by here earlier and she seemed kind of irritated you weren't answering your phone."
"Thanks for the heads up Tina. I'll see you tonight."
Coming into the house I grab a glass of wine and sit at the coffee table and lay out all the paperwork I needed to finish. I still had a good hour of this but I really need to call Quinn back. I decide to text her because I'm still a little emotional from my session and I don't want her to hear it in my voice and quiz me about it.
Text to Quinn
"Hey I heard you stopped by the office, sorry I wasn't there. I had a meeting and I couldn't answer my phone."
Text from Quinn
"It's fine, I just wanted to take you to lunch. I even wore that black dress you love on me so much, your loss though."
Text to Quinn
"I'm sure all you wanted to do was have lunch, I know what you are trying to do."
Text from Quinn
"I was just trying to wear something my wife loves me in, nothing more."
Text to Quinn
"Mmm hmm. How was your lunch?"
Text from Quinn
"Good, I just went with some of the models from the photo shoot instead."
I laugh at that because damn she really wants to win this, she is pulling out all the stops. I decide I can finish the paperwork later because I need to show her she is the one that is going to give in this time.
Text to Quinn
"Sounds like a fun time. I have some paperwork I need to finish so I'll see you later, love you."
Text from Quinn
"Love you too"
I know from that short text back that she didn't like my response about lunch with models, or really my lack of a response. I go upstairs to get changed and a smirk comes across my face because I can't wait to see my wife's face when she sees me in this.
Slipping my long black trench coat over my outfit I grab my keys and head to her office.
Walking up to her office door I get excited and a little nervous because I feel like everyone knows what I am wearing under this coat. But that doesn't matter right now because I have one goal in mind and that is for Quinn to finally be the one that is caught off guard and begging.
I ask her assistant if she is in a meeting and then tell her I need to talk to Quinn and to not let anyone in.
Walking into her office she doesn't even look up before she yells out, "I'm busy this better be important.
"Oh this is very important," I purr out as she raises her head and is shocked that I'm standing in her office.
"I thought you had some paperwork to finish. Are you coming here to finally give in and claim me Berry?" she asks with her HBIC smirk on her face.
"No, I was actually here because I have a new outfit that I need you to give me your opinion on before I wear it out," I retort mischievously.
Quinn looks at me disappointed, "Oh okay. Well let me see then."
I untie the belt around the trench coat and pull it down just enough for one of my shoulders to show, "I bought this today and put it on but just couldn't decide if it was right for me. So I wore it over here to get your honest opinion."
Quinn looks up from her work intrigued as I slip the other part off my bare shoulders.
"I just really don't know if black and red are my color," I purr out as I drop the trench coat to the floor.
Quinn just stares at me with darkened eyes unable to say anything. It's always been a fantasy of hers for me to show up at her office with lingerie on and nothing else. I've always been too nervous to wear that up they're until now because I will stop at nothing to prove Quinn wrong.
I walk over to her in my black and red corset with lace panties and knee high boots and slide my finger across her desk, "What do you think baby? You haven't said anything."
She finally looks up at me and swallows, "Did you wear that the entire way here?"
"Yes and I talked to all of your coworkers and none of them had a clue," I whisper in her ear.
She just sits there inching closer to me, I can tell she is fighting with herself not to give up control to me, "You look so sexy Rach."
Just as she is about to put her hands on me I walk back to my coat and put it on, "Thanks babe, just wanted to make sure it looked good."
As I walk to her door she gets up from her desk and runs over stopping me, "Where do you think you are going?"
"Back to work," I retort back playing dumb.
"Like hell you are, we are going home."
I snicker at her eagerness, "Does that mean you surrender Lucy?"
She puts her hand behind my neck and pulls me into her, shoving her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues battle for dominance as she lifts me up and shoves me against the wall.
"You win Berry, you win," she mumbles out as she continue to kiss me.
We finally break apart and I slide down and get back on my feet.
"That was fun," I say with shakiness to my voice.
"Let me take you home wifey," Quinn whispers into my ear.
"I'll meet you there."
Walking out to my car I smile to myself at how well that went, but she is not going to get off that easy. I pull my dress over my head that I left in the back of my car and fix my hair.
I send Tina a text telling her I'm on my way to the club and I will meet her there. Quinn is going to be so mad when she gets home and I am not there, but it will show her what it's like to be tempted and then left. Plus it will only be for an hour or two and she can wait.
As I pull up to the bar flashbacks from that night swirl around in my head, I didn't think about how hard it would be coming here. I can pull through this, I just hope there is some good talent in here tonight so it wasn't a total waste.
Seeing Tina pull up I get out of my car and walk over to her, "Hey T, you ready?"
"Are you sure about this place Rach? It looks kind of sketchy," Tina asks with worried eyes.
"Trust me it's a lot better once you get inside," I reply as I push her toward the front door.
The bar is the exact same as it was in my other reality, different people around of course but everything else is the same. We hear a few people singing karaoke in the background and I hope that there will be bands playing tonight.
"What can I get you both?" the bartender yells out over this awful girl singing Journey.
"Two vodka sodas with cranberry please."
The bartender nods her head and goes to get our drinks, I see Tina in the corner of my eye looking around in awe.
"You like it?" I ask trying to read her expression.
"Rach, this place is amazing."
Smiling at her I grab the bartender after she sets down our drinks and is about to walk off, "Hey, are there going to be any live bands playing tonight?"
"Why already tired of the deaf toned karaoke singers," the bartender snorts out.
As I laugh I pull out our business card, "We own a record studio and are searching for some new talent. Anyone good tonight?"
She studies the card, "Yeah there is a band coming up next that is really good."
"Great, thanks."
Sipping my drink I look at my phone and notice Quinn is calling, "Hello?"
"Rachel where are you? And what the hell is that god awful screeching in the back ground?"
"I'm at a bar with Tina, we are scouting tonight," I yell out over the girl and wait for Quinn to get pissed.
"You have got to be kidding me? What happened? You said you were coming home," Quinn grumbles.
"And I will be home but I have to do this first."
"You did this on purpose didn't you? Got me all hot and bothered and let me believe you were coming home when you knew you had to go with Tina," Quinn mutters shocked how the tables have turned.
"Not fun is it Lucy," I snicker back as I see Tina looking at me with raised eyebrows at calling Quinn by her first name.
"Dammit Rachel, it's not funny anymore quit calling me that. I said you won what more do you want."
"For you to wait, I will be home in about two hours okay. Plus the anticipation will make it much more pleasurable," I whisper into the phone.
"Two hours, are you serious?" I can hear her stomping her foot even over the music.
"Don't be a baby Q. I promise when I do get there I will make it well worth the wait. But I have to go now, love you."
"Deal, see you when you get home. Love you too," Quinn says excitedly completely changing her mood.
As I hang up the phone I can feel Tina's eyes staring at me, "What?"
"Lucy huh. Some game you two are playing," Tina laughs as she takes a sip of her drink.
"It's been going on all day but I won this one," I say as I clink my glass with hers and let the smooth drink slide down my throat.
The band Stone Cold comes up and says they are going to play a few cover songs tonight. They start up and I am immediately drawn into the way they sing the same lyrics but change a lot of the instrumentals, I'm glad to know they understand the basics of music.
Truly I ain't got no business here
But since my friends are here, I just came to kick it
But really I would rather be at home all by myself
Not in this room with people who don't even care about my well being
"The lead singer is really good," Tina whispers in my ear.
"She really is, she's soulful but very powerful with her range. We haven't worked with anyone with a range like that yet."
And I know you mean only the best and your
Intentions aren't to bother me, but honestly I'd rather be
Somewhere with my people, we can kick it and just listen to
Some music with a message
"The way they changed up the song and made it there own is amazing, I didn't expect that from a cover," I mutter to Tina as I jot down some notes.
"Me either, I hope they can do original songs though."
Oh oh oh here, oh oh oh here
Oh oh oh I asked myself, what am I doin' here?
Oh oh oh here, oh oh oh here
And I can't wait 'til we can break up out of here
After they finish the song Tina and I talk about ways we could promote them and make them a sound that is unique and not out right now. We always try and get a bunch of good ideas between the two of us before we go and talk to a band because we don't want to get there hopes up if they are not a good fit for us.
The band plays a few more songs and we only become more in love with the soulful lead singer and the bands distinctive sound. We talk to the band for a while and give them our business card, we set up a meeting with them to come in and let us here an original song.
As we walk out to our cars I can tell Tina is super excited about our new prospect, "I'm glad we have a good lead on a new band, I hope everything works out."
"Me too Rach, this place is amazing. We have to come back here if this bar has more talent like them. How did you find this place?"
"I had a dream about it, or I'm having a dream about it," I reply before I can even stop myself.
I don't know if it is the liquid courage coursing through my veins or the fact that I just wasn't thinking when I said it but I need to stop where this conversation might go and fast.
Tina looks at me confused, "What?"
I laugh it off and quickly dismiss it, "Nothing, I think all that screeching from that girl earlier is getting to my head."
"She was pretty awful wasn't she, she would put Sugar Motta to shame," Tina retorts and I'm glad that comment didn't go anywhere.
We say our goodbyes and I head home to my beautiful wife who I can just imagine is pacing the floors until I get there.
Pulling into the garage I slip my dress off and put my trench coat back on to have a little fun with Quinn.
I barely get through the door as my wife comes running around the corner to greet me, "Have you been waiting on me this whole time?"
"Maybe, did you wear that out to the bar?" Quinn mumbles with her jaw dropping to the floor.
"I did, you should have been there. It was quite liberating wearing practically nothing underneath this and no one knowing. Just a little tug from this belt and everyone would see all of this," I purr out as the trench coat hits the floor.
Quinn looks me up and down, "You did not wear only that for hours, did you?"
I walk over to my wife and pull her close and whisper in her ear, "Wouldn't you like to know."
She closes her eyes and I can here a deep moan from her throat, "Come on Quinn, let me take you to our bed and make good on my promise. You will definitely be glad that I won this time."
Quinn sprints up the stairs and tells me to hurry and I can't help but giggle at the sight of it. This is my favorite part of my day being able to come home to my beautiful wife and show her how much she means to me. This life I don't ever want to give up because it is more amazing than I could have ever imagined it would be.
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The song on here is Here by Alessia Cara.