What If....Would you?

What If....Would you?

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica


Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica


What would you do if you found out the man you love; the father of your child, had been having an affair? What would you do if the only reason he confessed is because his mistress was pregnant? What would you do if your heart was still in love with the one who broke it?


What would you do if you found out the man you love; the father of your child, had been having an affair? What would you do if the only reason he confessed is because his mistress was pregnant? What would you do if your heart was still in love with the one who broke it?

Chapter1 (v.1) - What If....Would you?

Author Chapter Note

What would you do if you found out the man you love; the father of your child, had been having an affair? What would you do if the only reason he confessed is because his mistress was pregnant? What would you do if your heart was still in love with the one who broke it?

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: January 18, 2016

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: January 18, 2016



“Look, you have to change the seat. I don't know why in the world your idiot reservation agents would book my seats and not put them together, but I'm traveling with a small child here. Not only would she be scared to death to fly next to some stranger, but I'm sure someone else who paid good money for a first class seat doesn't want to sit next to a two year old!” Quinn Sabre huffed to the woman standing in front of her.

Quinn had figured if she had shelled out the extra money to fly first class, then there was no way the mindless drones who worked for the airline could screw it up. Apparently she was wrong.

The blonde in front of her gave a sigh of irritation and frowned.

“Ms. Sabre, I can't move anyone. The plane is full and people who have reserved their seats aren't going to just give them up. You're just going to have to deal with it.”

Quinn looked at the woman’s name tag.

“Listen Marcy,” she hissed with venom in her voice, “You must be out of your damned bleach damaged mind to think I'm going to sit away from my toddler. Fix this now or I'll have your empty head on a pike before I'm done with you.”
Mindless Marcy tapped a few keys on the keyboard, before she rolled her eyes and picked up her hand radio.

“ Vincent Riker, if you are in the gate area please come to the podium. Vincent Riker to the podium please.”

As they waited, Quinn brushed her copper hair out of her face and glanced down at the most beautiful girl in the world. Her two year old daughter Lily was sitting in the stroller, trying to undo the buckle with her small hands.

“Mama, lets go!” she said impatiently, throwing herself against the restraints.

Quinn smiled brightly, feeling a small amount of the tension in her ease up.

“Hold on sweet girl, mama's almost done here.”

“I'm Vincent Riker.” a man said, coming to a stop next to Quinn. He gave her a smile and a wink. He had a deep timbre that made Quinn's insides practically melt on the spot.

The stupid old blonde behind the podium immediately smiled and put on her happy flirty face. Quinn couldn't help but roll her eyes.

“Mr. Riker, there seems to have been a mix up with the seats and I was hoping you would be gentlemanly enough to help this poor woman out.”

“What's the problem?”

“They booked my seats separate.” Quinn cut in, “And as you can see, I can't exactly not sit with my daughter.”

He nodded and looked back to Marcy.

“Would you be kind enough to trade seats? You would still be in first class, of course, it would just be a different seat.”

“That would be fine by me ma'am. A mom shouldn't even be asked to be away from her baby.”

Quinn felt satisfaction that he also now seemed annoyed with Mindless Marcy.

“No, of course she shouldn't!” Macy exclaimed as if that were so far from the truth. “Mothers are much too important.”

He turned to Quinn and extended his hand.

“Vincent Riker, and I would be more than happy to move so your sweet little girl can sit with you.”

Quinn took his hand and shook it, smiling.

“Thank you so much Mr. Riker.”

“Call me Vince.”

“Okay, uh, Vince. Thanks again. It was very sweet of you.”

They stood there for a moment, just smiling at each other, before Marcy the bitch cleared her throat.

“So Mr. Riker, you're a gentleman.”

He let go of Quinn's hand and turned to Marcy.

“Yes ma'am. My mother raised me well.”

Quinn had in fact, had enough of listening to Marcy's overly irritating voice. She grabbed hold of Lily's stroller and wheeled them toward the doors, finding a seat close.

“Mama, I want uppie!” Lily shouted, her face a cute pout.

Quinn unfastened the buckle and lifted her greatest joy out, placing her on the seat beside her. As Lily played with a book Quinn had handed her, Quinn couldn't help but steal another look atVince Riker.

With a sigh, Quinn turned her attention back to Lily and read her a book to pass the time. The time dragged slowly before they could finally board, and sine they were in first class, Quinn and Lily got to board quickly. As she settled Lily in her seat and shoved the diaper bag in the over head compartment, Quinn yawned. It was way past both of their bedtimes.

She had just gotten seated and buckled the baby, when Quinn turned and noticed Vince was sitting across the aisle next to her.

“I thought you were a few rows back.” she smiled, speaking softly. Lily lay on the seat beside her, pacifier in her mouth and her eyes drooping.

“I was, but I did a little moving around.” he smiled back.

Quinn felt her cheeks flush at the thought that he had intentionally changed seats just to be by her.

“Figured maybe you'd like some company. Your daughter seems to be falling asleep on the party.” Vince joked with a smile.

“Well it is eleven o'clock at night.” Quinn laughed.

“That just means the party should just be beginning.”

He was funny. Quinn admired that quality in a man, although any man right now was too much for her. Her man troubles ran deep indeed, but that didn't mean she couldn't appreciate this mans company for a few hours.

“So where are you headed?” she asked curiously.

“Out to Seattle for work. Have to travel around the area then head down to Oregon. You?'

“Heading home.” she answered.

Noah nodded.

“Bet your husband misses you and your little girl.” he commented.

Quinn smiled awkwardly.

“I'm not married.”


She shook her head.

“It's a little complicated.” she explained. “ I'm not attached, but I'm not fully available.”

“Pretty woman like you? A man would have to be a fool to not know what to do with you.”

Fool was an understatement.

Lily's dad Noah was a fool and then some. Quinn loved him and hated him all in the same breath.

“I'd definitely know what to do with you.”

Quinn blushed a little redder and dipped her head to avoid his gaze.

She pretended to be concentrating on getting her belt buckled and was saved when the captain

came over the loud speaker and the flight attendants began their boring overview of emergency procedures.

The plane took off and Quinn knew there was no avoiding Vince for the next four hours, so she made herself comfortable and stared ahead. It's not that he wasn't good looking, because he certainly was. It's not that she wasn't interested in getting to know him , because she certainly was. It was just that the situation with Noah “douche bag” Reed, a.k.a Lily's father, was complicated and Quinn didn't want to confuse herself even more by adding feelings for another man into the mix of craziness.

“Am I being too direct?” Vince asked from beside her as the plane soared high into the sky.

Quinn wasn't really sure how to respond to that.

“ Not too direct, per SE.” she started, biting her lip. “ But if you want to get to know me, really get to know me. Take more than four hours on a flight, just to pass the time, and get to know who I am.”

He smiled genuinely.

“I had intended on asking for your number before we landed, but since it's staring me in the face, I should probably ask now.”

Quinn laughed in earnest and grabbed one of her business cards from her purse.

“Quinn Sabre. Beautiful name Quinn.”

“Such a flatterer Vincent Riker. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were just trying to get me to be part of the mile high club.”

“Is it working?”

“Uhhh, no.” she laughed.

“Then no, that was not my intention.” Vince joked.

They made small talk for most of the flight, until Quinn's eyes started drooping and she dozed off. She really enjoyed talking to him and he was nice, intelligent and funny. A good combination for any man.

“Wake up pretty lady. Flights over.” Quinn heard Vince say. Her eyes fluttered open and she stretched then glanced at her watch. Ugh, one in the morning Seattle time.

Vince was sweet as he grabbed the diaper bag and Quinn's carry on for her as she took a sleeping Lily up onto her shoulder. They walked down the corridor and as soon as they rounded the corner past security, Quinn saw Noah standing, waiting for them.

“Shit.” she muttered, feeling a swell of confusing and conflicting emotions and feelings.

“Something wrong?” Vince asked.

“Lily's dad came to get us.” she said uneasily. “He was supposed to be out of town.”

“I'm not going to get you in trouble or something, am I?”

Quinn could hear from the tone of his voice that he was only half joking.

“No, not at all. I just didn't want to be dealing with him at this time of night.”

Noah glared at Vince as they approached, looking him over like he was deciding if he could take him down or not.

Standing there looking at the two men, you would have thought they could be brothers.

Noah was six foot three, and Vince was maybe an inch taller. Both were dark haired with short haircuts, except Noah had a bad boy close-cut mohawk down the middle of his head. None of that freaky weird mohawk stuff, but enough to make him look sexy and sinful. Noah's skin tone was dark for a white guy. Quinn had actually thought he was mixed race when she had first met him, but he just had really good genes in the pigment department. Vince had more of a work in the summer sun kind of tan that would fade in the winter.

They shared the same coffee colored eyes and sexy muscular build, with the only distinguishing feature being their faces. Noah had a baby face for the most part. He looked young but he had a devious look about him under that baby style. Vince was just rugged and manly, and edgy with his five o clock shadow.

Without a word, Quinn gently handed Lily over to Noah and took the bags from Vince.

“Thanks again for trading your seat, and for helping me with all of my stuff.” she said sweetly, smiling at him. Yes, she did want to get a rise out of Noah. She could admit that.

“My pleasure Quinn.” he smiled back. Quinn could practically see the jealousy pour off of Noah. “I'll give you a call before I leave town again.”

“Sounds good.”

He gave a wave and walked away.

“ New friend huh?” Noah said as they walked toward the parking structure.

“I thought Jessie was coming to pick me up. You said you'd be out of town.”

Noah sighed,

“Why change the subject Quinn?”

“I'm not Noah. And last I checked, I didn't need to explain myself to you.”

A look of anger flashed across his eyes. He didn't say another word until they arrived at his SUV and he had buckled Lily in her car seat. After throwing the bags into the trunk a little harder than necessary, Noah pinned Quinn against the vehicle with his body.

“Quinn, when it comes to whom our daughter is around, you do have to explain. She's mine too and I have every right to know what goes on when I'm not around.” he said with a tinge of anger in his voice.

The anger was very real, but Quinn knew it wasn't who Lily was around that was bothering him.

When he pushed harder against her, she could feel the way his breathing changed; the way his gaze got intense and smoky; the way his dick got hard and rubbed, ever so slightly against her.

“ Noah, please.” she begged. She didn't want this. Didn't want him to start something she knew she couldn't finish with him.

Every time Noah came near, she lost all sane thought. Her body ruled her mind and that was never a good thing.

“ Please what Quinn?” he whispered huskily, as he licked those plump kissable lips.

“ You know.” she whispered back, afraid to say it out loud. “Just stop Noah.”

They stared each other down for a few seconds, each understanding where this would lead, but only one of them truly wanting the other.

“I need to get Lily home and in bed.” Quinn finally said, giving Noah's chest a gentle shove. He moved with the ease of a feather, and watched her climb into the passenger seat and close the door.

He knew what was going through her head. Hell, he couldn't blame her or even hold it against her.

He put them into the spot they were in, but knowing where the blame should be placed didn't make anything a damned bit easier.

With a sigh and an erection hard as steel, Noah climbed behind the wheel and tore away from the airport, toward Quinn's place. It was about an hour ride from Seattle to the small town of LaConnor, where Quinn and Lily resided. The ride was mostly quiet, but Noah and Quinn were both well aware of the sexual tension between them. Quinn had been away visiting her family for the last two and a half weeks, and Noah missed her and Lily like crazy.

“Quinn, we have to talk about this.” he finally said, breaking the silence in the vehicle.

“There's nothing to talk about.” she said flatly, staring out the window into the darkness.

“There is and you damn well know it!” he growled, thumping his fist on the steering wheel.

“Will you please remember that our daughter is in the backseat sleeping.” Quinn snapped sharply.

Noah wanted to howl in anger and irritation, but it would have done him no good. Instead he seethed and stewed in silence the rest of the ride. When they finally pulled into the driveway of Quinn's small house, she immediately was out of the car and grabbed Lily to get her into bed. Noah grabbed her bags and trailed behind her. After unlocking the door, Quinn took the baby right to her room as Noah dropped all of the luggage in the center of the living room floor.

He had every intention of walking right out the door and going home without another word. He shouldn't even have bothered going to get her, but he had missed her dammit. So instead of running off, he took off his jacket and made himself a drink as he waited.

“I thought you'd leave.” Quinn said, closing Lily's door behind her.

She shed her own coat to reveal a tight black t shirt and fabulously form fitting jeans. The sight of all those curves and that long hair, the color of fire alive, had Noah practically drooling on himself.

“I'm not leaving until you say something to me Quinn.”

“Then I guess you'll be sitting here in the dark while I sleep Noah. It's late and I'm exhausted. Please go home.”

She saw a little pull of pain in his eyes for a fraction of a second when she'd said it, and immediately regretted it.

“I don't know what you want from me!” he yelled, finally at the end of his rope. “You haven't even called me since you've been gone to tell me how Lily is! You won't answer my calls, texts or emails!”

“I needed time you bastard!” Quinn screamed back, tears pouring from her eyes in a hot rage. “You did this to me! To us! You killed it and I don't know how to get it back!”

The sobs came and Quinn felt her body shake as if she were on the San Andreas fault line. She felt Noah's arms wrap around her, and she wanted to scream. To tell him to go away and not to touch her. But she couldn't

She needed those arms. That affection. That little piece of security, no matter how illusioned it was. Even if just for a minute.

“Forgive me.” was what he whispered in her ear as he stroked her hair and kissed the tears from her cheeks. “I did wrong and I can't tell you how very, very sorry I am for that. I hurt you and now you hate me. I understand, but please, forgive me. Let me have my family back.”

“You can't just have us back Noah. You can't”

Quinn remembered the day, three weeks ago, that Noah had come home from work. She was dressed in a pale yellow sundress, in the kitchen finishing dinner for him. Lily was in her highchair, happily eating fruit snacks and the sun was brilliant that day.

Noah had come in the door with a zoned out look on his face. Quinn smiled, like she always had, her heart full of love for this man. When she had gone to kiss him, he turned and pushed her away.

“I have something to tell you Quinn.”

Those words alone made her stomach sink and her heart break. Nobody ever starts a conversation like that unless it's horrible news. Before Quinn could even ask, Noah was already telling her, in detail, about the affair he'd been having. A woman older than Quinn, from work. He told her he didn't know how it had even started, and he'd never meant to her her. He was going to break it off, but the woman had told him that day that she was pregnant, and the baby was his.

Quinn couldn't hear anymore as her vision dimmed and the world felt like it was rolling in slow motion. She sunk to the floor in a heap, her insides hurting everywhere and nowhere all at once. The room spun and Quinn found it hard to breathe.

“I'm sorry.” was all Noah was saying over and over, but the words meant nothing to Quinn. Nothing at all.

“Get out.” she had said numbly, unable to even look at his face.


“Get out Noah.”

That was the last time they had seen each other. Quinn had quickly booked tickets to go back to the Midwest to see her mom, whom she needed so badly.

“Can't we at least talk Quinn? Please?” he whispered to her in the here and now.

It took every ounce of energy and self respect she had to push herself away from him.

“Leave Noah. You don't belong here anymore.”

She opened the door and waited. He didn't protest as he shrugged his coat on and went out into the night again. Quinn closed and locked the door softly, then sunk to the floor again and wept until she had no more tears left.

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