Love Unspoken

Quinn slowly lifted her head and stared at him in disbelief.

"Alexander," she said.

He paused, looking up, waiting for her to continue.

Quinn's fingers tightened around the box, her eyes locked on him. "What do you think I am to you?"

Alexander just stared back, not saying a word.

They held each other's gaze for a long time. This time, Alexander looked away first, taking a drag from his cigarette, smoke swirling around him.

After a moment, he looked back at her. "Weren't you the one who came on to me?"

He smirked. "I thought you'd do anything for him."

Quinn's knuckles turned white, her eyes reddening.

She had believed his efforts to keep her meant he had changed.

But he hadn't; he still did whatever he wanted and humiliated her whenever he was upset.

Maybe she was wrong. How could someone so cold ever change?

Maybe he never cared about her; it was all about control.

Like a kid with a favorite toy, he wouldn't let anyone else have it, but he'd still play with it however he wanted.

A toy.

She had always been his toy.

Alexander suddenly stood and walked to the door. "If you can't do it, don't use cheap tricks. The more you use them, the less they're worth."

Quinn understood the undertone in his words; he was basically calling her cheap.

She forced a smile. "If I do it, will you let him go?"

Alexander paused at the door.

He turned slightly. "With that sad face, do you think any man would be interested? If you want to seduce someone, go to The Cube and learn from its exotic dancers." With that, he walked out without looking back.

Quinn sat on the bed, dazed. The rain outside pounded harder against the window.

She wiped her tears, looked at the items on the bed, put them back in the box, and tossed it on the bedside table.

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Downstairs, Alexander drove away from Regal Riverside.

At The Cube.

The waiter brought more bottles of strong liquor; several empty ones already littered the table.

In the dim private room, Alexander sat alone. The screen was off, and only a few night lights were on.

Brenda Butler walked over, sat next to him, and poured him a drink.

"Sir, why are you drinking alone? It's no fun," she said charmingly. Alexander glanced at her.

Brenda handed him the glass, smiling. "Something on your mind?"

He took the glass and downed it in one gulp.

"Get out," he said coldly.

Instead of leaving, Brenda poured him another drink. "I'm just want to accompany you. It's my job. As long as you pay, I can drink with you for days," she said.

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Everyone knew they could make money in this room, so they all wanted a shot. If they stayed, it was at least ten thousand dollars.

"Really?" Alexander asked.

"Of course. In our line of work, it's all about the money. No money, no drinks," Brenda replied naturally.

Alexander looked at her thoughtfully. "If I wanted to buy you for a lifetime, how much would it cost?"

Brenda was momentarily stunned, but she wasn't a greenhand who would be easily swayed by Alexander's words.

She didn't think he had fallen for her, wanted to marry her, or make her his mistress.

If she answered wrong, she'd be kicked out like the others.

She smiled. "Depends on what you're buying."

"What do you think you have?" Alexander asked again.

She thought for a moment. "If you're talking organs, a kidney's at least forty thousand dollars, right? If it's for sex, The Cube's rate is eighteen hundred a night. That's quite a bit." She finished with a smile. "So, what do you want to buy?"