The Other Way

"What the..." Paige shot her eyes and mouth wide open, watching how Dylan was having s*x in public. She was embarrassed to go to where he was. She turned, scratching the back of her head. She felt like going back but Dylan sighed her from afar.

"Yo b!tch, get you a$$ off me" he said to the girl that was riding him. He stood up and shoved his d!ck back into his pants and walked to Paige.

"Hey!" He called out. Paige swiftly turned and stared at him. She adjusted her hair and stared at the ladies that were with him. They were busy glaring at her. Of course, she ruined their fun.

"I'm sorry for ruining what you were...."

"Oh, nah, it's fine. Come on, let's have a seat" he said, stretching his hand to where the same girls were sitting. She exhaled deeply and followed him behind.

"Some privacy girls. See you later" he said.

"Okay Dylan" they chorused with their romantic and sexy voice and left.

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Dylan bit his lower lips, glancing at Paige's body.

"Okay, I should admit. You look amazing" he said.

"Thank you" she replied, looking round. She was just uncomfortable where she was. Including with who she was with, after seeing what he was doing with those girls.

"You told me to come, you have a job for me" she said reminding him. He snapped back to reality after thinking of how he would handle Paige on the bed if they finally end up together.

"Oh yeah. You know I'm so foolish to pick a place like this to talk about it. You could come to my office tomorrow"

"But what kind of job is that?" She asked.

"Uhmm" he murmured. He knew that if he tell her that it was nude modelling, she wouldn't accept it.

"It pays a lot of money. It's a...a.. modelling job. Three million per shoot" he said.

Paige shot her eyes wide open and closed her mouth. She couldn't believe it.

Dylan knew that he could lure her with money.

"That's good job. I'll do it" she said, smiling.

"Thank you Paige..." He said, placing his hand on her laps. Paige suddenly felt strange, seeing his hand on her thigh. He rubbed his hand, sliding up. She quickly pulled her leg away from him and scratch the back of her head again.

"Okay, here's the address where you can meet me. You are free to meet me anytime tomorrow" he said.

Paige collected the card and shoved it into her purse. She sprung up so that he won't get the chance to touch her again.

"See you tomorrow" she said and left quickly. She shoved those on the dance floor and found her way back home.

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Dylan smirked as she left. His girls walked back to him and started touching him.

"Who is she?"

"A friend" he replied.

"Why don't we take a room Dylan? I'm hungry for you" they whispered into his ear.

"Sure, let's go. I'm also thirsty for you" he smirked and left with the three girls.

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The next morning...

Quinn heard the door bell and stood up from the couch. She cried over night that she didn't know when she dozed off on the couch.

The doorbell rang again. She wondered who it was now.

"Coming!" She yelled and ran to the door, rubbing her eyes.

She threw the door wide open and saw her father.

Her eyes widened.

"Dad!" She yelled.

Her father shoved her aside and walked into the house.

"Nate! Nate! Where is that godforsaken man?" He yelled, majestically walking into the house.

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Trisha walked down the stairs, staring at Quinn's father. She folded her arms, seeing Quinn begging her father not to cause a scene.

"Don't tell me to stop Quinn. You already called me here, now you are telling me to stop. Why? Where is your husband?!" He yelled.

"Father in law... What brings you here?" Nate walked down the stairs, looking bright as usual. Even Quinn's father was surprised.

"What did you do to my daughter?" He asked.

"I did nothing. Your daughter was the one who slapped me when I did nothing" he explained and finally walked towards him. Quinn lowered her gaze. She knew her father would support her still.

"I warned you never to make her cry"

"And I obeyed you. She's the one making herself cry" Nate replied with a smile still stuck on his face.

"You little brat!!" He raised his hand.

"Okay, stop! I've had enough of this already. Let me guess Mister, you left the comfort of your home to come yell at my brother? Why?"

"Who are you?" He asked, glaring at Trisha.

"I'm his older sister. You have no right to yell at my brother just because of your daughter's stupidity" she said. Quinn's father was shocked. He never expected someone to insult him at all.

"How dare you talk to me that way?"

"You should speak to your daughter and warn her not to annoy my brother. Besides, it's a couple's fight. The same way you argue with your wife, does anyone interfere? So with all due respect, you have no right to interfere with their matter and scold my brother for anything" she said. He couldn't bear this humiliation.

He stared at his father and walked away.

"Dad.. dad?" She followed him behind, crying.

"So childish" Trisha folded her arms. As she turned to return back to her room, Nate hugged her tight.

"Now, I don't want you to go back to England. Just stay here with me and protect me" he said.

"Silly you! I've been protecting you since you were a child. Learn to protect yourself now big boy"

"Sure, I will" he replied. He enjoyed the way his sister humiliated his father in law.

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Quinn was still after her father till he got to his car. He suddenly stopped and stared at his daughter.

"Don't you ever call me to report Nate to me. Do whatever he wants you to do"

"But dad, I don't want to get pregnant. He wants a child" she said.

"Find someone to help you with the child. You are not a child. Adopt a child or do the other thing..."

"What thing?" She asked in a whisper.

"Let someone else carry the child for you" he said. Quinn stared at the floor, wondering why she never thought of it.