and said, “Eyes up, Cruz, or I’m going to have to beat the crap out of you.”
Cruz patted Landon’s cheek and said, “It’s cute that you still think you can take me. Keep wishing, Landon.” Cruz held his hand out, gesturing inside his house for his guests to come in.
They followed his direction and each took a seat in his living room, where his game was on pause.
“Sex life that bad that you have to busy yourself with video games?” Landon asked.
“I know you like to try to make yourself look better by knocking my sex life, but for your information, I fucked Willow twice today.”
Both Landon and Quinn’s eyes opened in shock at Cruz’s uncensored response.
“Seriously? That’s still going on?” Landon asked, a bit shocked, which grated on Cruz’s nerves.
Of course it was still going on, because Cruz and Willow were a good thing. And when a good thing worked, you didn’t mess with it. Cruz was actually to the point where he was considering asking Willow to be exclusive, something he’d never considered before. He was toying with the idea, not quite sure if he wanted to make the solid commitment or not. Right now, she was as good as it was going to get. There were other girls in his life that he could easily slam against a door and fuck, but they weren’t as tempting.
Thinking about it, he knew he was a couple of overnight stays from being a pussy-whipped mother fucker.
“Why are you so surprised?” Cruz asked, while turning off his TV.
“You two just aren’t relationship type people.”
“Did I say anything about a relationship?” Cruz replied casually, even though he was thinking that starting a relationship with the blonde and pink haired phenom might be something to really consider.
Quinn patted Landon’s leg and said, “He didn’t; he just said fucking.”
Landon laughed and said, “I guess he did.” He leaned over and placed a kiss on Quinn’s head, it was rather sickening.
“Alright, enough with the PDA, let’s get down to business. Grammys are a week away, we are expected to show, so how the hell are we going to make that happen with our lead singer gone AWOL and our bassist not speaking to his own damn brother?”
Guilt flashed through Quinn’s eyes as she thought about what Cruz asked. He knew it wasn’t all Quinn’s fault. Quinn and Grey’s break up had a lot to do with the both of them, and a little bit to do with Willow and her gorgeous tits. But what it really came down to was that Grey and Quinn just outgrew each other; it was obvious.
“And I don’t mean that to hurt your feelings,” Cruz added, while speaking directly to Quinn.
“I appreciate that, Cruz, but it is partially my fault. I was seeking comfort that night and I went to Landon. It was one of the best decisions of my life because little did I know that I was harboring feelings for this perfect man,” she looked up at him with adoration, making Cruz want to dry heave. She continued somberly, “but, I should have handled everything differently. I should have given our break-up some time. It wasn’t fair to Grey.”
Cruz nodded and then smiled, “Yeah, but instead you went and slutted it up; good job, Quinn.” Cruz knew that his conniving smile would stop the crunch of his facial bones under Landon’s fist at his comment, which it did because Cruz tailed his comment with a laugh.
“Thanks,” Quinn joked. “Really appreciate the love, Cruz.”
Glancing a peek over at Landon, Cruz could see him visibly relax, sensing Quinn’s easygoing attitude, but Cruz wasn’t an idiot; he knew Landon was about to jump him and defend his lady’s honor. He was more pussy-whipped than Cruz had thought, but then again, they were in loooooove. Something Cruz really knew nothing about.
“Anytime, babe. So what do you think we should do?”
Quinn thought about it for a second and said, “Honestly, I don’t think Rook has gone far; I think he’s still alive, but
Cruz patted Landon’s cheek and said, “It’s cute that you still think you can take me. Keep wishing, Landon.” Cruz held his hand out, gesturing inside his house for his guests to come in.
They followed his direction and each took a seat in his living room, where his game was on pause.
“Sex life that bad that you have to busy yourself with video games?” Landon asked.
“I know you like to try to make yourself look better by knocking my sex life, but for your information, I fucked Willow twice today.”
Both Landon and Quinn’s eyes opened in shock at Cruz’s uncensored response.
“Seriously? That’s still going on?” Landon asked, a bit shocked, which grated on Cruz’s nerves.
Of course it was still going on, because Cruz and Willow were a good thing. And when a good thing worked, you didn’t mess with it. Cruz was actually to the point where he was considering asking Willow to be exclusive, something he’d never considered before. He was toying with the idea, not quite sure if he wanted to make the solid commitment or not. Right now, she was as good as it was going to get. There were other girls in his life that he could easily slam against a door and fuck, but they weren’t as tempting.
Thinking about it, he knew he was a couple of overnight stays from being a pussy-whipped mother fucker.
“Why are you so surprised?” Cruz asked, while turning off his TV.
“You two just aren’t relationship type people.”
“Did I say anything about a relationship?” Cruz replied casually, even though he was thinking that starting a relationship with the blonde and pink haired phenom might be something to really consider.
Quinn patted Landon’s leg and said, “He didn’t; he just said fucking.”
Landon laughed and said, “I guess he did.” He leaned over and placed a kiss on Quinn’s head, it was rather sickening.
“Alright, enough with the PDA, let’s get down to business. Grammys are a week away, we are expected to show, so how the hell are we going to make that happen with our lead singer gone AWOL and our bassist not speaking to his own damn brother?”
Guilt flashed through Quinn’s eyes as she thought about what Cruz asked. He knew it wasn’t all Quinn’s fault. Quinn and Grey’s break up had a lot to do with the both of them, and a little bit to do with Willow and her gorgeous tits. But what it really came down to was that Grey and Quinn just outgrew each other; it was obvious.
“And I don’t mean that to hurt your feelings,” Cruz added, while speaking directly to Quinn.
“I appreciate that, Cruz, but it is partially my fault. I was seeking comfort that night and I went to Landon. It was one of the best decisions of my life because little did I know that I was harboring feelings for this perfect man,” she looked up at him with adoration, making Cruz want to dry heave. She continued somberly, “but, I should have handled everything differently. I should have given our break-up some time. It wasn’t fair to Grey.”
Cruz nodded and then smiled, “Yeah, but instead you went and slutted it up; good job, Quinn.” Cruz knew that his conniving smile would stop the crunch of his facial bones under Landon’s fist at his comment, which it did because Cruz tailed his comment with a laugh.
“Thanks,” Quinn joked. “Really appreciate the love, Cruz.”
Glancing a peek over at Landon, Cruz could see him visibly relax, sensing Quinn’s easygoing attitude, but Cruz wasn’t an idiot; he knew Landon was about to jump him and defend his lady’s honor. He was more pussy-whipped than Cruz had thought, but then again, they were in loooooove. Something Cruz really knew nothing about.
“Anytime, babe. So what do you think we should do?”
Quinn thought about it for a second and said, “Honestly, I don’t think Rook has gone far; I think he’s still alive, but
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