Quintessa's Pov.
They say you always remember the moment your heart breaks. Mine sounded like the shatter of a wine glass.
Standing frozen in the doorway of Damien's penthouse, my heart hammered against my ribcage, that drowned out the city's quiet hum. The bouquet of red roses I had bought for our one year anniversary slipped from my fingers, with petals scattering like broken promises, across the marble floor, watching in horror as my boyfriend, Damien was being fucked by a man- hos lewd moans of pleasure escaping his lips, to my utter disbelief.
" Ah, there, faster baby, make me cum... Oh...I love it"!. Sounds of flesh slapping against each other was heard, with the loud creaking of the bed.
" Damien!". I finally managed to yell his name, after trying to find my voice which seemed lost for the moment.
Forcefully, he pulled the reluctant older man away from him, yanking to his feet, while looking like a school boy caught cheating. He was stuttering, not knowing what to say, as he raked his hands on his blonde hair frustratingly, while the other smirked at me, putting on his underwear unperturbed.
" Quin- quin..". Damien's voice croaked, stuttering to find the right words. It couldn't make sense, Damien of all people??..
" It's not what you think it is t- trust me I, I..."
" And that's exactly what is sweetheart..."
" What?...". My eyes soaking with tears as I watched an unknown guy, slipping his arms around Damien's shoulder, at that point I couldn't think straight...
" Isn't it right, darling??... Your beloved boyfriend is GAY. And do you want to know what we do behind your back, while you are playing the innocent " Virgin Mary"?...". He spoke in a sinister tone, emphasizing the word" GAY". His words cutting through the fibres of my being.
" That's enough Collins!... Look Quin, today's our one year anniversary, we can just...". He trailed off, still looking for words. I felt an urge to smack his face, how stupid did he think I was?.
" Just what?. Just what Damien?. Oh, you remembered that today was our anniversary, and here you are making lewd moans and telling him to take you heaven?!" My voice sounded like a broken radio, his stupid partner has the nerve to smirk at me?.
" Look, Quin, we can just...".
" It's over...carry on with your partner... you two reek of sex". My throat burning as I tried keeping my voice steady, despite the whirlpool of storm raging inside me. " We are done"!.
Quickly I turned, ignoring Damien's protest, the elevator's ding mocking me as it closed. I just wanted to be anywhere away from there. Just when I thought I had found the right one, Damien, who I thought was almost too good to be true.
He told me he wasn't in a rush, he wasn't afraid of taking my virginity, but he wanted to wait on our wedding night. Believe me, I had dreamt of that a million times. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I waved down a taxi.
" District area unit". I managed to utter. I was an idiot a complete fool at that . I trusted him with everything, though not with my body..but my time, my trust and dreams of a future was now ashes.
At home, I poured my self a glass of red wine, my hands trembling. I wasn't just heart broken. I was used. His promises of forever had blinded me to the cracks in his facade. I sank unto my couch, replaying every moment, searching for the signs I had missed, when my phone rang, for a moment I thought it was Damian, but my senior colleague, Stella, who was working as a psychologist in city z's most feared and haunted prison.
" Quin, there has been a major shift today. Actually, something came up at home so I won't be there to take up a new case study. Can you perhaps fill in for me?". Her voice was meek and polite as possible, and which was a good opportunity to distract my mind away from what happened.
" Umm..sure, I will". I tried sounding alright, but my voice gave me away, and Stella did notice.
" Are you alright, Quinn?."
I managed to convince her that it was due to cold." Of course I am, send me the documents and I promise to help you".
" Oh, Quinn, you're such a kind soul, thanks a lot for that, I've told HR and she will hand you the formal reports for the prisoner, he's not a regular kind of guy, I gotta warn you on that, but I will send you the PDF documents on your WeChat ".
"It's alright, you're welcome ". I managed to smile, but the scorching scorching pain hit me like tidal wave".
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My hands were swiping through the pages of the filles that Stella sent, and my heart skipped a beat at the sight of the man, whose case I would be handling. Sharp jawline with perfect cheekbones, dusted with a hint of stubble, his hair was brown thick and slightly tousled, like he had ran his fingers on it. He was wearing a red top collar shirt, making him look like hot, broad shoulders giving him a muscular physique...he wore a serious look, with his left brows slightly raised.
For some stupid reasons, my throat went dry, just seeing his picture, I scolded myself for that. This man was a criminal, ruling the mafia underworld. He owned Velvet Syndicate, the most dirtiest of all the Mafiasos in City Z. I had to be the one handling his state psychological assistant for the day.
Taking a deep breath, I went through his personal info... Lucian Lippert,a mafia king...that was all...no family members, relatives or...but the name, Lippert reminded me of Damien...I shook my head, trying to dismiss the thought of Damien sharing a relationship with this mysterious man, grabbing my bag,I wiped my face clean with a napkin, ready to face this and get the job, even if he was Lucifer himself.....