Page 113 of End It All

"What?" I rounded the little island. "No, what are you talking about?"

"I said, I'll handle it," he said as he opened the fridge. "Think anything is good in here or do we have to go grocery shopping?"

"Why do you sound so happy about grocery shopping?" I asked.

He straightened up, a goofy grin on his lips. "Because I get to do it with you."

Resist. Do not fall for this. Pay attention to what that psycho just said.

"Don't distract me. What are you going to do?"

Quincy grabbed me, yanked me forward, and kissed me so hard, my toes curled. When he pulled back, he gently rubbed his thumb against my chin. "I said I'd handle it, baby girl. Trust me."

I stared at him. "Yeah, I don't know if I'm there yet."

"You already are,” he said. “Besides, you don't have a choice." He turned back around and closed the fridge. "Yep, shopping it is. Let's go!"

"We just got home."

Quincy bristled. "Home. I'm never gonna get tired of hearing you say that."

I chewed my lip, trying to keep from smiling. "You're a pain in my ass."

"Other way around, peaches." He chuckled. "And when we come back, I fully expect to feel every throb from your cock being shoved up mine."

Quincy took my hand before I could protest and dragged me out of the apartment. He talked the whole time, asking me if I was going to cook again. And telling me how much he missed my cooking. The stupid smile wouldn't leave my face.

I'm pretty sure I'm falling in love with a complete and total idiot.

Blake: Where the fuck are you?

Quincy: Missing me already, baby girl?

Blake: You're going to be missing a damn leg if you don't tell me where you are.

I bitmy lip as I pictured my fiery husband glaring at his phone. Husband. The thought still made my stomach flip and my chest get achingly warm. I knew it was in name only but it was so much more to me at the same time. The ring on my finger was the only thing getting me through the excruciating hours without weed or Blake. I twisted around a few times as I settled back down and relaxed in my seat.

Blake: Quincy! I will start burning your shit.

He made sure to attach a photo but the reception was subpar and it hadn't come through.

Quincy: I hope that's a dick pic. I could use the motivation

Blake: For what? Benito and Harlow have no idea what you're doing.

I hadn't told either one of them shit. This was for me to handle. Blake was mine and I was going to do everything in my power to take care of what was mine. I'd make sure that there was nothing in this goddamn world that could possibly take Blake away from me.

Quincy: Can we have catfish for dinner when I get home?

Blake: If you don't tell me what you're doing, you won't have a home to come back to.

He was being harsh, but a part of me really enjoyed this side of Blake. When he was upset with me, he only fucked me harder. And when we finally made up and I made sure to right all my wrongs, he always gave me a well deserved reward.

The picture finally loaded and I groaned. There, in Blake's hands, was one of my favorite pairs of jeans. He had his lighter next to them. I got the threat loud and clear.

Quincy: You can set the whole place ablaze, baby, as long as I get to keep the most important thing.

Blake:......I don't even want to know the answer.