The Alpha King Is My Second Chance Mate
CHAPTER 71— 3-0

As soon as everybody returned with the cleaning utensils, Marcia started giving out orders again...orders that weren't at all fair. The men were the ones who were supposed to clean, since accordingto her, all the women were exhausted from having to deal with them on a daily basis.

She proclaimed the time they'd spend to clean as hours of freedom and respite for the ladies, andthough Quinn didn't completely agree, she was forced to sit and watch as Zayd, Nicholas, Dantae,Frederick and Joshua coughed and sneeze when the dust they kept trying to clean slithered up theirnostrils.

This all looked so new to them, they barely knew how to use a broom much less a duster...it was sobad that after a while, even Marcia had to join in to help her husband...and Quinn...well, she pitiedZayd too.

So, of course she climbed atop of the desk he stood on, pulling the duster out of his hand. “You'reso bad at this...let me help.”

He looked back at her, frowning. “You don't have to...I'm fine.”

“You sure don't look like it."

“Yeah man, speak the truth. You are not fine, none of us are...be glad your mate offered to help,mine is still sitting...she’s probably mentally smiling while I suffer.”

Zayd glanced over at Dantae but did nothing except to sigh in response. “Alright...the webs aregone. Instead of this...” He regained possession of the duster, gesturing to the row of desks in thelane he chose to clean. “Help me clean them off."

Quinn nodded, climbing off the desk when he did. After which, he offered her a cleaning cloth;soaked in soapy bleach water, and they started to clean together.

"No need.” Marcia stood up, looking down at her clothes with a frustrated breath. “I came alreadydressed and ready to go out, but even my makeup is ruined now...it's sad actually, we cleaned up toplay and couldn't even win one game.”

“Well, mom...you're the main reason why we didn’t win, so stop complaining.”

“Why? What did I do?"

“The fact that you got 17 deaths and 1 kill is enough to justify my words.”

“Are you really going to blame an old woman?” She threw her arm over her daughter's shoulder,leading her towards the exit. “I tried my best until the very end...”

"And only ended up with one kill?"

“You are growing up just like your brother...so mean.”

It was true, they were very much alike. Quinn shook her head as she held in a chuckle, walking outof the room as well. Her steps were slow and yet steady, but they ceased when someone grabbedher injured arm, pulling her back.

She winced, and that's when they let go, murmuring the word sh*t under their breath. “I forgotabout your injury.”

Quinn turned to the familiar person; this voice and the warmth of this touch was one she knew sowell. “Zayd, what are you doing? What's wrong?”

“It's nothing... just came to give you what you'd asked me for.”

“What's that?"

“This...” After that unclear answer, he'd planted his lips against hers, a quick kiss that had Quinnpuckering her lips for more. He didn't give that to her, instead he smiled. “Have fun on yourshopping trip, today is all about you...mom has my card, everything's on me, so pick up whateveryou want.”

Quinn nodded, grabbing onto his shirt before he could walk back into the entertainment room.“One more time...kiss me one more time..."

And he did not refuse.