Quinn (The Beck Brothers #3) (14 page)

Margot shrugged helplessly. “I do not know,” she whispered.
She has been fighting off tears all day, and now that she and Quinn were
basically alone, she could not hold them back anymore. She covered her face
with her hands as she broke down.

“Shit...Margot,” Quinn murmured as he gathered her up and
pulled her onto his lap. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, I shouldn’t have even asked.
It was a stupid question,” he rasped into her hair before kissing the top of
her head.

Margot buried her face in his neck and just let him hold
her. Quinn leaned his cheek on her head and rubbed her back while she cried.
Did he have any idea how sweet he was? Probably not, and he would most likely
deny it if she pointed it out, too. Margot got herself under control fairly
quickly and lifted her head to look at him.

Quinn frowned at her and brushed her hair out of her face.
“I hate it when you cry,” he muttered softly.

Margot leaned forward and kissed him. He let out a surprised
grunt but kissed her back. She threaded her fingers into the hair at the back
of his neck and deepened the kiss. Quinn slipped his fingers into her hair to
cup the back of her head. He moaned low causing things down low to clench. It
was crazy the way he affected her, no other man has ever had this strong of an
effect on her. He did not even do anything and she was ready to take him to
bed.

“Zut! At least go to your room,” Remi groaned from somewhere
behind them.

 
Quinn and Margot
smiled but continued to kiss. She felt the hand that he had on her back
disappear, and Remi laughed. She could only guess that Quinn made some kind of
rude gesture.

“Do not forget that Colette could come down at any minute,”
Remi said in a singsong voice.

Now that made Quinn pull back from their kiss. “That reminds
me! What the hell have you been telling your sister about us?” Quinn asked her,
his eyes shimmering with amusement even though his face was serious.

“Annnd that is my cue to leave...” Remi chuckled and walked
out the front door.

Margot would get him later. Margot blushed and grimaced as
she answered. “All of it.”

Quinn’s mouth dropped open and his eyes widened. “What do
you mean by all of it?”

Margot shrugged. “I do not know. We talk about everything, I
tell her everything.”

Quinn’s mouth opened and closed a few times before he found
whatever words he was looking for. “The strip search?”

Margot winced and nodded.

The humor quickly fled from Quinn’s eyes. “Did you tell her
how I freaked in bed when we were in London?” he asked tightly.

Margot nodded.

“You told Remi, too, didn’t you?” he asked, more of a bite
to his words this time. He was getting upset.

Margot cursed her big mouth as she nodded. Quinn picked
Margot up, moved her off his lap and stood. He glared down at her for a moment
before heading for the front door.

“Quinn! Where are you going?” Margot called after him since
she could not chase him.

Quinn whirled around, his fists clenched at his sides.
“Dammit, Margot! That’s not the kind of shit you tell everyone and their
mother! That was embarrassing shit that I thought would stay just between us!”
he snapped then let out a bitter laugh. “And you want me to tell you my biggest
secret? You’re out of your fucking mind if you think that’s going to happen
now. Jesus Christ...how can I be with you if I can’t trust you?”

Margot flinched as if slapped. Before she even had a chance
to explain herself, Quinn was out the door. She stared at the closed door.
What
just happened?
They were
kissing one minute, and then the next, Quinn was storming out. Margot never
really thought about it when she told her brother and sister everything. They
always told each other everything. She did not realize that Quinn might
eventually find out that she told other people about what went on between them,
otherwise, she would have kept her mouth shut. She knew how to keep secrets.
She has kept many secrets from her siblings. Margot cursed herself for being so
stupid. Once again, she took a step forward with Quinn, but has now gone about
four steps back.
Merde!

Chapter 7

Quinn was beyond furious with Margot. He was done with her;
she had completely betrayed his trust. How could she do that to him? She knew
him well enough to know that he didn’t want his business shared with
anyone.
Fuck!
Just when he was starting to let himself
really care about her, she had to go and do something like this. He could never
trust her again. What pissed him off even more was that he seriously considered
telling Margot about what happened to him...many times. He wanted to tell her
because he thought she would understand and be accepting about it. Well, she
could fucking forget it now. She would tell the whole world that his cousin
raped him.
 

Quinn tapped his shot glass on the bar. He found a quiet
little place about five blocks away from Margot’s house. The bartender filled
his glass up for the fifth time. He banged back the whiskey with no problem. He
was feeling damn good now; the liquor was starting to kick in. Quinn had no idea
how much time passed, or what shot he was on, when Remi sat down next to him.

“I have been looking all over for you, my friend,” Remi
said, concerned.

“Did your sister tell you to come find me?” Quinn sneered,
his words slurred.

“No. All she said was that you two argued and you left. I
felt the need to look for you,” Remi said.

“Well, you found me, so now you can leave.”

“I will not,” Remi said evenly.

“Listen, dude, nothing you say is going to change anything.
Margot fucked up big time,” Quinn muttered and threw back his latest shot.

“What did she do?” Remi asked, sounding genuinely curious.

Quinn narrowed his eyes at Remi. Did he really not know, or
was he playing dumb? “You can’t tell me that Margot didn’t tell you what we
fought about.”

“She did not. She said that she was not telling Colette or
me anything else about what goes on between you two,” Remi said sincerely.

“She’s got that right because there is no ‘us two’ anymore;
never really was, we were never together.
 
She’s not my girlfriend and she sure as shit made that permanent,” Quinn
mumbled drunkenly.

Remi frowned. “What did she do?” he asked again.

“She doesn’t know how to keep her goddamn mouth shut! That’s
what she did! What happened between us should have stayed between us! I don’t
want the whole world knowing my fucking business and I
espesh...espeshially...dammit, you know what I’m sayin. I don’t want her family
knowing about what goes on behind closed doors.”

“I understand. You are a very private man.”

“Yes, I am!”

“Margot did not mean to hurt you. This I am sure of,” Remi
said with certainty.

“Good for you. You want a fucking cookie or something? Cause
I really don’t give a shit if you’re sure or not.” Quinn snorted and caught the
bartender for another shot.

Remi said something to the man in French after he poured the
shot. Quinn wasn’t stupid; he knew what Remi just did.

“Did you just fucking cut me off?” Quinn snapped.

“Yes, you have had plenty to drink, my friend,” Remi said
grimly.

Quinn glared at Remi as he tossed the shot back. He shoved
off the stool and immediately stumbled into an empty table. Shit, he was
seriously trashed. Remi’s hand closed around his bicep but Quinn wrenched out
of his grasp.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” he shouted belligerently, getting
wary glances from other people in the bar.

Quinn somehow made his way over to the wall where the coat
hooks were. He grabbed his coat and slipped into it with much difficulty. He
swayed and shifted on his feet as the room spun. Shit, he couldn’t remember the
last time he has gotten this drunk.
Damn Margot. This was her fault!
Quinn staggered to the door and out onto
the sidewalk. He would have fallen flat on his face, but Remi was right behind
him, and caught him around the waist. Didn’t matter, he would have rather fallen
on his face than have another man grab him from behind.

Quinn lashed out; he shoved away from Remi and turned to
face him.
 
Touch me again, my man,
and I’m going to rearrange your face,” Quinn growled low and pointed at him.

Remi rolled his eyes. “If you say so.”

“I mean it. Don’t fucking touch me again.”

Remi gave him a nod. “Fine, I will let you fall next time.”

Quinn’s lip curled in a sneer as he turned back around and
started down the sidewalk. Jesus, he was seeing double he was so hammered. How
many shots did he do? Fifteen maybe? He had no idea. Quinn paused and squeezed
his eyes shut, hoping the world would stop tilting.
Nope, didn’t work.
He opened his eyes and kept going, Remi staying
close behind him the whole way back to the house.

Quinn stumbled noisily in the front door and dropped his
coat on the floor. The house was dark, so he was guessing that everyone was in
bed. He had no idea what time it was, nor did he really care, he was going to
give Margot a piece of his mind. Quinn crawled up the stairs with Remi in tow.
When he got to the top, he pulled himself to his feet with the banister, and
then practically hugged the wall until he made it to her room. He opened the
door and stepped into the darkened room, immediately walked into what he
suspected was a dresser, and bit out a vicious curse. That’s when the lamp by
the bed flicked on and Margot sat up. Her hair was piled on top of her head in
a messy ponytail, and her face was free of makeup. She looked so beautiful and
it just pissed him off even more.

“Quinn, are you okay?” she asked in a sleepy voice.

“He is very drunk, Margot,” Remi said from behind him.

“Oh my god, will you go away already?” Quinn snarled at him.

“It is fine, Remi, you can go,” Margot said softly.

Remi said something to Margot in French before walking out
and shutting the door behind him. Quinn stayed standing next to the dresser and
leaned on it for support, it was sort of helping to slow the spinning. He tried
to focus on her, but it was really hard when there were two of her.

“Quinn?” Margot’s sweet voice questioned.

“Shut up,” he snapped. “Just shut up and listen.”

Margot frowned hard at him but kept her mouth closed.

“I am so fucking mad at you right now, Margot. I just can’t believe
that you told your brother and sister things that I had conshidered...fuck, I
can’t talk right...that shit was private, dammit! I just...I wanted to trust
you so badly because I’m falling for you. That’s done with now, though, you
ruined it. I can’t ever trust you again. Ever.”
 
Quinn sighed heavily, his heart aching.

Margot was sitting on the bed, tears streaming down her
face.
God dammit!
Why
did she have to cry? That was his one weakness with her, his kryptonite. If
anything was going to make him break down and tell her, it was her tears.

“I swear, Quinn, you can trust me. I will never tell anyone
anything ever again, I promise!” Margot pleaded.

Quinn made his way over to the end of the bed and crawled up
onto it. He crawled over her until they were face to face. His eyes wandered
over her face for a moment. “You’re going to have to prove it then,” he
murmured softly.
Idiot!
He was an idiot.