Chapter 8. Gone

The silence was all that greeted Henry when he went into Quinn's room. 

Where was she? He pulled out his cell phone and dialed her number, but it wasn't going through. His gaze darkened as his suspicion heightened.

He breezed out of the room in a hurry and was greeted with the figure of Kathleen with her legs on each other on the couch.

"What are you doing here?" He asked impatiently.

"Trying to figure out why my fiance is asking me what I'm doing in his home," Kathleen replied nonchalantly.

"Where's Quinn?" He asked, ignoring her response.

"How am I supposed to know?" She stood up and walked over to him.

Resting her hands on his chest, she muttered seductively, "I know you must be tired. Why don't I help you rest?" She bit her lower lips slowly.

Henry tried pushing her but she held on fast. "What do you want?" He asked impatiently.

"Your cock, I fucking want you inside me. When was the last time you fucked me? Answer me!" H