Love Unspoken

In the intimate closeness, Alexander's voice was a mere whisper, "Stay away from those crowds." Quinn turned her head subtly, his breath too close for comfort.

A pang of sadness seeped into her heart. She couldn't help but wonder why he was always quick to assume that others were leading her astray. It was as if her newfound assertiveness was a sign of deterioration in his eyes. And what about him? What was his true nature?"I... I..."

Quinn stuttered, her words lost in the abyss of her confusion. Her hands were still ensnared by his, his grip a silent proclamation of dominance.

She was unable to voice her defiance, her words swallowed by the tension in the air.It seemed as though the first to voice their thoughts held the truth; the first to make their point was in the right."That's enough. Don't speak," Alexander commanded, silencing her before she could utter another word.

He gently lowered her from her elevated position and freed one hand to continue undressing her.Pinned against the wall, immobilized, Quinn watched as he went about his task with a mechanical precision.

His impassive expression ignited the anger she had been suppressing until it erupted within her. Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks in a torrent of emotion.

Alexander glanced up, his hand cradling her face. "What are you crying for?""Did you not enjoy yourself with Charles after staying out so late?" he asked, misinterpreting the reason behind her tears.All Quinn could do was cry. When words failed her, tears became her only solace.Alexander didn't expect her to articulate her emotions. He picked up the showerhead and began to rinse her, his fingers gently combing through her wet hair. "Turn around," he murmured.

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But Quinn remained still, silent.Growing impatient, Alexander turned her himself, his touch becoming more restless as he continued to wash her hair.

Quinn tensed slightly under his touch. Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, his whisper a stern warning, "Don't let this happen again, understood?"

Quinn kept her head bowed, water cascading down her hair and cheeks.It was always like this with him. No matter what transpired, as time passed, he would act as if nothing had occurred, carrying on in his own way.He showed no regard for her feelings and never changed his ways.

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After returning the showerhead to its place, Alexander turned Quinn towards him again. Lifting her by the waist, he pressed her back against the wall. Holding her legs, he watched as she instinctively clung to his shirt, her eyes misty with tears. In that moment, she was wholly dependent on him.But then his phone rang. Alexander was silent for a moment before he reluctantly retrieved it and answered.

"Aren't you supposed to be meeting me? Why haven't you shown up yet?""I'll be there later," he responded curtly.Quinn bit her lip, watching him intently. Although it wasn't the first time, her heart still sank every time he took a call in her presence.

She attempted to pull away, to leave, but he caught her leg and yanked her back. Quinn stumbled and fell back into his arms, a soft whimper escaping her lips."It's already midnight."Getty furrowed her brow, "What's that noise over there? What are you doing?"Alexander glanced at Quinn, her face flushing red, and replied nonchalantly, "Taking a shower."

"I can hear a woman's voice. Who are you showering with?"He responded carelessly, "Guess. "Frustrated, Getty hung up the phone, her emotions a tangled mess, panic seizing her. Could Alexander be with another woman?She knew Quinn was a pushover, remaining silent even when slapped across the face, so Getty never considered her a threat. The sense of crisis struck Getty instantly. After years of pursuing Alexander without success, if this woman managed to share a bed with him, she had to be something special. How could Getty not be afraid?