Hello! Okay this is a short chapter I know, I've been out most of the day and this is what I managed to get out. I will be working on uploading more soon. Keep the reviews coming and let me know what you think.

Chapter 9

Opening my eyes slowly, my vision cleared to reveal a different environment. I was no longer on the wet concrete ground in the tunnel but…under sheets. Soft sheets draped across my shoulders as I pushed myself up to look around the room. The familiar bar and fireplace…I knew instantly where I was.

Quint's penthouse

"Finally up I see…here…drink"

His hand pushed the glass of water in front of my face. Reaching up slowly to grab it, I lifted it up to my lips and gulped it all down.

"Thirsty?" he teased. Turning away from the bed I looked over to see him padding over to the bar dressed only in a pair of black sweats and no shirt. All of the events from last night came flooding back and I no longer felt ashamed. Truthfully, I was still too tired to care. Pushing back the bed sheets, I swung my legs over the edge and bent over on my hands. My long hair hung over my face and the smell of the dirt and rain filled my nose. I desperately wanted a nice shower.

"Thank you…"

From the bar, Quint stood holding a glass.

Moving just an inch forward, I hissed out from the pain on both sides of my legs. A few bruises presented themselves just below my knees and I continued to scan my body for more.

"I didn't hear you complain"

I smirked at his comment as I could feel his eyes trail all over. I didn't know how to follow his comment and at the moment the smell of my hair was beginning to bother.

"May I…take a shower?"

"Straight on the right" He said as he moved his head to the direction. My weak legs managed to stand from the bed as I did my best to walk over to the bathroom. Finding the door, I lightly pushed it open and shut it closed to look directly in the mirror.

The mirror took up the space all above the counter. The bathroom itself looked immaculate. It was simple with no furnishings. White tiles went on forever below my feet and the shower was made up of clear glass walls. Having no clothes on, I walked over to slide the door open and turned on the water. Clean warm water sprayed from above. I leaned back to let all the dirt fall from my hair, watching bits of black and brown rush down to the drain. In front of me were a few cubby holes designed for shampoo bottles and soap. Only a few stood out so I went forward and looked at the titles. Squirting out a small amount of shampoo on my palm I lathered my hair gently. Hearing a door shut closed I looked directly at Quint who paused at the sink counter. My fingers stopped as I watched his hands tug at the strings of his sweatpants. The long strings loosened quickly and his pants went down easily. The lines of his abs curved straight down. With nothing else on he proceeded to walk over. No words could leave my mouth as he approached me. One swift pull of the shower door and he moved behind me. Closing the space he turned my body to face the showerhead. Pulling me flush against his front, his fingers began to massage my entire scalp. The temperature of the water and his gentle movements were making me relax. I could feel my muscles begin to heal and a small moan left my mouth the more he rubbed.

"That…that feels good" I whispered to him with eyes closed. The steam created put me at ease that my voice came out low. One hand stayed at the top of my head as I could feel the other running down between my legs. His right hand was holding a piece of soap that carried his own familiar scent. I'm sure it satisfied him in a way to have his own smell on me.

Wet skin and soap combined made the best texture for hands to touch. His touch alone right now was doing wonders to my body as I could feel nothing more on my waist. No pain at all.

Two fingers teased my entrance as he still held the soap. Moving up and down I closed my eyes shut and panted in pleasure. Moving the soap on an edge, his hand rubbed the end along my folds. Parting them just a bit, he pushed in enough for me to remember what his own member felt like.

Squeezing some soap into my hands I turned around to hold him. Gripping him with both hands I began to stroke and rub, moving slow enough to hear him groan. It didn't take long before he backed me up against the wall, pinning my hands above. Once his lips attacked mine it all felt like a replay of last night.

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Dressed in a large shirt and loose sweatpants, I wrapped my wet hair up in a bun and went over to sit on the bed. I watched Quint as he rummaged through a few drawers for a shirt.

"Quint…what is this?"

With a humph he asked, "What do you mean?"

"I mean us…or you…what do you want from me…"

Pulling on a v neck grey shirt he turned to look at me.

"What do you want it to be?"

I sighed, thinking about what my answer really should be.

"Well…I know you aren't exactly my prince in shining armor…"

With a toothy grin he added, "But I did save you remember?"

I smirked knowing he was indeed right about that.

"Yes…yes but…"

"Julia…Don't expect for me to ask you to marry me the next day…"

"I wasn't and I'm not"

"Good"

"You said I was just as fucked up…why?"

"You don't know me"

"Well there's an obvious fact and you don't know much about me either"

"Trust me…I know a little more about you than you think"

My brows knitted in anger as I took in his words.

"We both have…problems of our own let's just say…and what are we? I'm not sure yet" Snatching up his brown leather jacket from the sofa he pulled it on.

Looking at my watch it was midnight and I nearly jumped from the spot, remembering Lizzie. Picking up my purse I rushed over to him. I gave up asking questions and asked to be taken back home.

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