She’d be the first to admit that she may have really screwed up here, but in her defense, Quinn had never given her any indication that he was this devious before. It was something that she wished he’d shared with her before she decided to take it upon herself to torment him for her own entertainment.
She had to be honest, if she’d known what he was capable of, she probably wouldn’t have winked at him…and booped his nose…or came back so that she could sit on the workbench while she took her time enjoying that lovely double-chocolate donut while making yummy sounds as he stood there, seething with uncontrollable anger, and she definitely would have thought twice before she booped his nose on the way out.
Now, she wasn’t an idiot. She knew that he would get her back and she’d been mentally prepared for it. Hell, she’d even cooked his favorite dinner, chicken parmesan to enjoy after he did it, but what she didn’t expect was for him to come home and act like nothing happened.
While she sat there, waiting for him to make his move, Quinn devoured his dinner, had seconds, and even thanked her by doing the dishes. When he still didn’t do anything later that night, she shrugged it off, deciding to go to bed early only to wake up in the middle of the night to find Quinn standing by her bed, watching her with an unholy gleam in his eye.
Before she could say anything, his lips pulled up into one of the sexiest grins that she’d ever seen as he shot her a wink, taking ten years off her life. When she released a strangled whimper, Quinn quietly left, closing the door behind him and that’s when she panicked.
She was out of bed and stumbling into the bathroom in ten seconds flat, making sure that he didn’t write something on her forehead, shave her eyebrows off or anything to explain that incredibly disturbing gleam in his eye. When she didn’t find anything, and she looked twice, she reluctantly made her way back to bed, and after making sure that there were no surprises waiting for her, she crawled back into bed, pulled the comforter over her head and squeezed her eyes shut.
It only got worse after that.
He just…
God, there really were no words to explain the past week.
When she got up in the middle of the night and came downstairs for a glass of water, Quinn was there, sitting at the kitchen island in the dark, casually sipping on a glass of water while he watched her with that same damn look in his eye. When she dropped off one of her designs at the site, he was there,standing in her usual parking spot, casually sipping a cup of coffee.
He was always there.
He never said a word, but then again, he didn’t need to, not when she knew what was coming.
Twenty-five years’ worth of revenge.
Every day, she prayed that this would be the day, just to get it over with, but he wasn’t done playing with her. Not even close. He-
“Boop?” one of the baristas said, making her stomach drop as she reached for her receipt only to go still before she slowly, ever so slowly because she couldn’t for the life of her seem to force herself to go any faster, glanced to her left and-
It was time to go, Dylan decided when she saw him, the man who would star in every single nightmare from this point on, standing next to her and-
It was definitely time to go, she decided, following that up with a firm nod when he shot her a wink. Decision made, Dylan cleared her throat, murmured, “Excuse me,” only to release a strangled whimper when the large man that was screwing with her head leaned over and whispered, “Boop,” in her ear.
Before she could react, Quinn was taking a sip of his coffee with a satisfied sigh and heading for the door, leaving her standing there, struggling not to panic as she watched him go. She definitely underestimated him, Dylan realized as the barista handed her her much-needed caffeine fix.
For a moment, she debated her options, stay here until closing like she’d originally planned so that she could sneak into the house long after Quinn had fallen asleep like the coward that she was or go out there and face the man that she’d pissed off and get it over with.
Knowing that she really didn’t have a choice in the matter, Dylan took a deep breath, squared her shoulders and headed forthe door only to swallow hard when she spotted Quinn standing in front of her truck as his lips pulled up into that incredibly sexy grin that made it difficult to focus and decided to go with a third option.
So fucking adorable,Quinn thought with a heartfelt sigh as he watched his wife struggle to wiggle her way to freedom from the small bathroom window and-
“Stupid boobs,” Dylan mumbled sadly as she gave up, pulled herself back through the small alley window before dropping out of sight and-
“Ow.”
-had his lips twitching.
As much as he wanted to stick around and see what she came up with next, it was time to call it a night, mostly because he knew that it would fuck with her head when she came out only to discover that he was gone. He climbed into his truck and watched through the coffee shop window as his wife peeked around the bathroom door only to narrow her eyes when she spotted him before she slowly disappeared behind the door again.
She really was too fucking adorable for words, Quinn thought as he drove home while he debated waiting for her in the living room only to decide against it since it was late. Maybe tomorrow, he thought as he pulled into his driveway and threw the truck in park. As he grabbed his bag and headed inside, he couldn’t help but wonder how much longer it would be before she broke.
While he stood in that toolshed, handcuffed to the fucking wall, he’d considered spanking her ass when he got, had actually planned on it, but while he’d been forced to watch as the littlepain in the ass devoured the incredibly yummy-looking donut that he’d planned to steal, something occurred to him. The little brat expected retaliation, but more importantly, she expected it quickly, more like counted on it.
That, and he wanted to savor the moment when he finally got back at the little pain in the ass for all the bullshit she’d put him through the years. So, he’d forced himself to resist the urge to hunt her down and spank her ass after Tristan finally released him, but not before the bastard snapped a few photos with a heartfelt sigh. Instead, he’d watched her, waiting for the perfect moment to strike only to realize that something important about his adorable wife.
She was fucking paranoid.
Just knowing that he was going to do something was apparently enough to set the little pain in the ass on edge, leaving him to enjoy himself without having to lift a fucking finger. The only downside, he hadn’t touched her in a week. He’d only kissed her a few times, but God, he was already fucking addicted.
