Loving Quinn Novel by North Rose

(Quinn)

I woke to the most beautiful sight I have ever seen in the last twelve years. Annora is curled up next to me. The comforter is down around her hips, leaving her amazing breasts exposed. As feasts for the eyes go the picture before me could feed a starving man. As tempting as it would be wake her with my tongue on her nipples, the time on the clock tells me I am going to be late if I don’t drag my a***out of bed.

What the hell, I am one owner of the company. I can be late for work it want to be. When she rolls over onto her back, my decision is made for me. Slowly as to not wake her, I lean up on my elbow, then lower my head to blow on her nipple.

It hardens instantly, to my delight.

Carefully, I maneuver my body over hers, then sup her breasts in my hand. Annara wakes slowly as I lick her nipple. Her hands delve into my hair as she arches her back, bringing her nipple further into my mouth.

“Mm, baby, I love how your body responds to my touch.”

We make love hard and fast, then when our breathing slows to normal, Annora races into the bathroom to shower. I don’t join her since I know it will lead to sex again. We both have other obligations this morning, or I would be in there with her now.

The clock on the wall says if I leave in the next hour, I will still make it on time for the meeting with the realtor. I grab my clothes for the day and rush downstairs to the second-floor bathroom for a quick shower.

After I am dressed for the day, I head downstairs to the kitchen. Grace is at the counter with a of cereal and some orange juice. Annora is munching on one of the granola bars I keep in the cabinet. From the massive list she made last night, I can only assume she will stop by the grocery store on her way back here.

Grace looks up at me when I enter the kitchen. She smiles as she chews her breakfast. Seeing both her and Annora in my kitchen first thing in the morning makes me smile back at her. Having them here with me permanently would make me deliriously happy.

“Good morning, Grace.”

“Can we read for two hours tonight since I fell asleep last night?”

“We will see how things go tonight. If the time allows, then yes. It is a school night, Grace, so no late nights like we do on the weekends.”

Hearing only that I said yes she wiggles her body happily. I look over at Annora and she is adding something else to the grocery list. That reminds me she will need a key to get in the house on the off chance that I am not home when she and Grace are.

I walk out into the hallway to grab my keys off the hall table. I take the key to the front door off the keyring, then walk to Annora to hand it to her. She looks confused for a moment as she looks at the key in my hand/

“Here, this is for you. I have a spare at the office, I have made David and his daytime counterpart Gavin aware that you and Grace are staying here this week, so they will let you up when you two come home at any point during the day or night.”

Annora nods her head, then motions for me to step out of the kitchen after she takes the key from me. I follow her out and into the foyer, where she walks to the stairs, then stops. She turns around to look at me. Concern and curiosity are all over her face.

“Why do you have security-now? Did you hire them to keep Dionne from coming up here again?”

“I have a restraining order against her, Annoro. That woman has already proven she will break it to see me. She has also proven that she will not stop. So, I hired security for my home.”

She walks away, then back to me.

“What about your office building and your office at the hospital?”

I reach out to gently grip her shoulders. “I took care of all that yesterday morning. That was before I knew about her visit to you. There will be a guard posted at the elevator to the executive floors. Since it is public hospital, I can’t have her banned, but I will make sure she can’t get access to the floors where my office is, or any doctor’s offices are.”

Annora nods her head, then steps closer to me. I embrace her tightly for a moment, then step back.

“I will do all that I can to keep her away from you and Grace as well. My first instinct was to hire private security for both of you, but I figured that would be an overstep. At least without talking to you first.

“If she violates the restraining order again, please have her arrested. I am tired of that woman butting into our lives.”

“Already taken care of. I called my lawyer yesterday to have him talk to a judge about it. Police will be sent to her home this morning.”

Relief shows on Annora’s face.

“Now, I have to leave for a meeting with Aaron and the realtor for this property we are trying to buy. Will you two be ok here?”

She steps close to m

“We can see our way

then stands on the tips of her toes and kisses me when I lean down for her.

can see our way out and lock up when we go.”

I give her one

e more lingering kiss before I step away from her to grab my briefcase. When I step out into the hallway, my gaze lifts to the corner of the ceiling right outside the door. While I was at work yesterday, Mac had a team install two security cameras in the hallway. One at each end to show the entire hallway, my doorway, and the elevator. There is also now a camera in the elevator car itself.

If Dionne gets past my security, which I highly doubt will happen, I will have her on camera, As of yesterday, the restraining order now includes the entire building my penthouse is in, my entire office building and Annora’s home.

I had to grease some palms with hefty donations for a judge to sign off on all of that, but the money will be well spent if she violates the restraining order one more time. I almost want her to, just so I can watch her face when I have her arrested.

Oh, to be a fly on the wall at her home today when the police show up to serve her with the new paperwork for the revised restraining order. Maybe then she will know that I am serious about everything I said to her. Not just what I said yesterday, but a thing I said two years ago as well.

I hate that woman.

A few minutes later, I exit the elevator into the garage. Gavin is standing next the door when I step out. His blond hair is still in that military buzz cut from our Army days. He has worked for Mac for about three years now

We have met on a few occasions and from what I

have observed; he is very reliable.

“Good morning, Gavin.”

“Quinn. It is good to see you, man.”

You know the situation?”

“Yes. Mac gave me all the details and I will do my best to keep the crazy out.”

I laugh at how he summed up the situation, Dionne is crazy. All I can de is hope she does nothing drastic.

“Alright, well my girls are still up there, but they should be leaving soon

Roger that, sir.” Gavin says with a nod

With a laugh, I head to my car. By the time I reach the property we want to buy, I am five minutes late. That isn’t too bad, considering Aaron hasn’t even arrived yet. Normally, he arrives at any meeting ten minutes early.

The realtor, Erikka Miller, waves at me as I step out of my car. I button my suit jacket, then walk to where she is standing. The large, empty parking lot has grass poking up through ***ks in the pavement. There is what looks to be an eight-foot-tall metal link fence around the property.

The grass is turning a pleasant shade of green in the empty field. From what I saw of property next to this, it will make a great playground for the kids who come with their parents. I can see it all form in my head as I look around the fenced in area. This is the perfect location for what we want to build,

Mercy General is only ten minutes away. For the homeless community we will reach out to, a major hospital will be very beneficial. The fence will have to be removed once we are ready to openNôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

Until then, it will stay. If the issues at our other construction sites are any indication, someone has it out for G&C Enterprises. I feel it isn’t the company they are gunning for. Aaron agrees with me. He thinks it is us personally they are after.

After hearing what Evan McAllister had to say to his brother yesterday, I have a gut feeling I know what and who is behind this. I have no proof, but that is why we hired Mac. He and his team will find everything there is to know about the McAllister brothers and their

company.

The sound of a car pulling into the lot makes me look over my shoulder as I am m walking towards Erikka. Aaron’s SUV pulls up next to my car. When he gets out, the look on his face tells me he had a wild night. Those are common for him.

However, like I used to, he has a strict now sleeping over at his date’s house.

“Don’t

“Don’t ask,” Aaron says as he reaches me.

From the sound of his voice and the angry set of his jaw, I decide to leave it alone. For now, at least. When we get to the office, I will see if his mood has changed before I bring it up. Together, we make our way toward Erikka.

“Good morning, gentlemen.”

“Good morning, Miss Miller. Sorry that I was late.” Aaron says.

Erikka reaches out her hand to shake each of ours, then she gestures towards to empty field. Then she launches into the acreage and all

the one next to it. the details of the property. Once that is covered, she moves on to t

“I think what you two are planning here is a perfect idea for the community in this area.”

“The homeless population in this area is st***g. We want to create a place where they can come for food, shelter, clothing, medical treatment, as well as a sense of safety. We will also offer drug treatment for those who need it or want it.”

Miss. Miller looks at Aaron and me with wide eyes as we explain our vision. When her phone rings, she steps away to answer the call. This leaves me and Aaron alone for a moment.

“I can see this working here, Aaron. This just feels like the right place. The factory was in a suitable spot, but this place just feels like…”

“You feel that buzz in your gut like it belongs here too, don’t you?”

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“Do you remember that Christmas when my mom made us volunteer at the homeless shelter?”

That was the same Christmas she caught us smoking behind the garden shed.”

Aaron laughs as he remembers that day. It was cold as heck out, but we snuck out into the backyard with his neighbor, Tommy, to have a smoke. We were thirteen. It was also the first time either of has tried to smoke a cigarette.

Tori came around the corner of the shed just as we were puking up our dinner. We both followed her into the house with our hands on our stomachs and our head hung low. I was just praying she wouldn’t send me home to my father with the smell of smoke clinging to me.

She didn’t. Instead, she gave us both something to help settle our stomachs, grounded Aaron for a week, then told us what we would do on Christmas Eve. We both went willingly. That was the best Christmas of my life.

It was also the most inspirational. Because of her, I was inspired to build this outreach shelter. I will be forever grateful for Victoria Carter. She helped save my life as a child more times than I care to count.

“That was the basis for this project for us both. I want to help this community, Quinn. So many of the homeless around here are retired veterans that our government and medical system let fall through the cracks.”

The passion in his voice about what we want to accomplish here, I feel just as deeply as well. We have had donations come in from all over California to help us fund the center. We will set up a website to allow people to volunteer and apply for jobs once the center is ready to be opened.

1 just hope the people we are trying to help make use of it.

“We may have a problem, gentlemen.” Miss. Miller says. She walks back to us with an angry look on her face.

There is that gut feeling again. Something about the way she is looking at the paperwork in her hands makes me feel that what she is about to say is going to be bad. If I was a betting man, which I am, I would bet money on her telling us there was another bid on the

property.

I also have a guess about who it will be.

“I am so sorry, you two, but someone just put in a bid on the place. What do you want to do?”

“McAllister Industries,” I say as I look at Aaron, then back at her.

The way Miss. Miller’s eyes shift away from us, I know my guess is correct. The man has it out for us, and I am going to find out why.

“How much did they bid over the asking price?”

“I can’t really tell you that, but I will I don’t want to see a factory here when this community needs what you two are trying to give it. Five million dollars over asking price. The owner is eager to sell. What do you want to do?”

“Can we go straight to the owner with our offer?”

The way she smiles shows she likes that idea. I am happy she is on our side. Now is the time to play hardball. Let’s just hope we get to the owner before McAllister has the same idea.