Chapter 1.1

Selene's P.O.V

    With a raised eyebrow I leaned back in my office's uncomfortable desk chair to get a better look at the shadowed figure that stood leaning over me and  my small cramped desk. I crossed my arms under my breasts, breaking the figure's eye contact for about two seconds, and let out a slow breath. "Been a while," I stated finally breaking the silence. 

    There was a derisive snort that soon turned into a laugh, and finally a cough. "Yeah," the voice was smooth and sweet as honey, male and, to my annoyance, still made me weak at the knees, "Yeah I guess you could say that," the sound of metal scraping over tile could be heard as the visitor's chair was pulled out and turned around, "How you been Leelee?" 

    "Fine," I growled through gritted teeth, "And what about you Kierin?" I asked, "What brings you out here to find lil' ole' me?" I hated that after all of these years he could still make me feel like this, like the same innocent naive little girl who'd decided to leave home at 19. I hated how he made me feel so vulnerable, like I should have called the night security before agreeing to meet him.

    "Just wanted a little chat," he laughed, "I wanted to talk with an old friend," there was a slight flash of gleaming teeth as his lips pulled back in a smirk. "I hear you went and almost got yourself married Leelee," he leaned forward over the back of his chair, "Tell me about it."

    So that was it, that's what this sonofabitch wanted, I should have known. It was the same thing he'd always wanted from me, a news story. In high school it had been an article for the local paper about the heiress friend I'd made thanks to my maternal grandparents, now it was one about my ex-fiance, the cities big hero. 

I couldn't help it, I laughed and was quite pleased to see that it had startled him. "God!" I screamed out, "I should have known!" I surged to my feet and started pacing, "I should have known that's all you'd ever want from me, after all I always was your meal ticket." 

I laughed again, he wanted the details of our breakup, mine and Quintain's. He, like everyone else in the city, thought Quinn had dumped me, they thought that he'd finally realized I wasn't special enough for him and left me. What none of them knew was that I'd been the one to call it off.

I'd gotten tired of all the hate mail, all the threats, the names and expectations, I'd just gotten tired of it all. I couldn't go a single day without one of his crazy fan girls coming after me, or sending horrible letters. 

"Well guess what genius," I snarled, "You're not getting a damn thing from me!" I slammed my fists down on the desk, the flimsy barrier between us. "You couldn't get anything from me back in school when I thought you were my whole world, and you won't get anything out of me now when I can't even stand the sight of you!"

Kierin jerked back in shock, "Now Leelee," he started saying.

"Oh don't you 'now Leelee' me you no good rat!" I stormed towards my office door and slammed it open, "Get the hell out of my office, and stay the hell out of my life!"

By this point I had tears streaming down my face and my cheeks were flushed with rage. As he stood and walked towards the door, and me, Kierin was looking at me as if he'd never seen me before.

"You have my card if you change your mind Leelee," he murmured as he stopped in the doorway, "If that fiance of yours doesn't come to his senses just give me a call," with that he walked out and I slammed the door closed behind him. 

Spinning around I pressed my back against the door, then very slowly I began to slide down it while looking out my single office window and cried. 

"Why," I finally whimpered out between sobs into the empty room, "Why the fucking hell does the world insist on throwing these things in my face?!" I placed my forehead on my curled up knees and continued to sob, "I get it alright!" I screamed, "I'm not worthy of anyone's love, so can you leave me alone now?"

It was right about this time that a shadow fell across my face from the window's light being blocked. "But that's where you're wrong Lena," a gentle male voice stated softly as a set of strong arms lifted me up off the floor, "You're more than worthy."

Startled I looked up into the soft loving, and mask covered face of the very man I'd just been talking about moments before, "Quinn," I hiccuped out, "What are you-" he cut me off with a finger to my lips.

"Shshsh," he murmured before sitting in the still turned visitor's chair with me in his lap, "What happened Lena?" he asked as he gently cuddled me closer to his chest, "You can tell me," he laid a gentle kiss to my temple before snuggling me even closer.

"Put me down Quinn," I mumbled half heartedly, "I just want to go home," I tried, and failed, to resist the urge to cuddle my face against his chest, the familiar feeling of his power suit under the skin of my cheek bringing some small comfort to me.

I could tell that he had a small smirk on his face at my action, I could hear it in his voice as he finally spoke again.

"Alright, then I'll take you home," he murmured into my hair, "I miss you Lena," it was those finale words that pushed me back over the edge into my sobbing.

"Don't," I whispered softly, knowing he'd heard me, "Don't do this to me Quinn, you know why I left," I sniffed softly.

"I know," he stated with yet another soft nuzzle to the top of my head, "I know but I still miss you," he took in a deep breath, and a deep sniff of my hair, "But I also know that I miss getting to watch your face when something you get excited about happens, I miss watching you when you watch a romantic or sad movie," he gave a small smile against the top of my head, and I could feel him stand up and walk over to the window, "I miss carrying you during late night flights, and laughing with you and the guys as we sit down at the local pizzeria."

I let my face rest against his shoulder, my nose buried into the crook of his neck, my eyes were tightly closed, "I miss all of that too," I whispered hoarsely, "Well everything except the flights," I clung tightly to the fabric under my hands, "Can't we just walk back to the apartment?" I squeaked fearfully.

All I got in reply was a deep chuckle, the feeling of his chest rumbling with it had me relaxing slightly, "Don't worry," he murmured as his arms tightened around me, "I won't let you fall." This only elected a few grumbles from me as well as a quick snuggle that brought me even closer to his chest.

"I really have missed you Quinn," I murmured, and slowly I began to fall asleep.