I'm sorry it took me that long, but here's part 2! (I wish Quidge could become true if his marriage to Brooke failed)
Ridge sat down in his bed, put his head in his hands, trying to put his thoughts all together. He remembered Brooke coming to the office and seeing the ring at her finger. Bill's ring, the ugliest ring he had ever seen. It was as ridiculous as his stupid little sword necklace. Then, he recalled drinking, Quinn coming to see him, a spilled glass and taking a shower. He remembered loosing himself in Quinn's icy eyes, standing there, shirtless.
He touched the crinkled sheet where Quinn had been sleeping. It was still warm. He could feel her, smell her perfume. He closed his eyes and tried to get her out of his head. But he couldn't stop but think about how he felt when she was with him. He felt secure and at peace. Like if nothing else mattered.
Brooke had been for the most part of his adult life the woman he loved. The one with whom he shared a passion. A passion now gone, all he could feel when he saw her with that ring was disgust. Of course, he will always love her. After all she was the mother of his son, RJ. But this passion was not there anymore. Actually, it was still there, but now he felt it for another woman, Quinn.
He got out of bed, dressed up, and headed to the door. He knew what he had to do. Find Quinn.
Eric was sitting on a sofa in the living room when Quinn came down stairs.
"Hello, honey" he greeted her. "Where are you going? I thought it was a day off."
"It is, but I'm a bit behind my schedule. Don't expect me to come back 'till this evening. Love you!" she answered while walking towards the door.
Once she was out, she leaned on the door, weight by her guilt. She had lied about why she came so late last night, and lied again about her reason to go to work. Its wasn't because she had work to do, but because it was the last place she'll see Ridge since no-one was working today. She couldn't handle to face him right now. She had to escape and to take some time to think and clear her head.
When she arrived at the office, she was glad to find the place deserted. She took a sit on her stool and tried to work with some stones that will constitute her next piece of the collection. She finally got caught up by her thoughts whirling in her head. As much as she wanted Ridge, she couldn't betray this great man that accepted her for who she was and welcomed her into his family.
She was trying to convince herself that what she felt last night was just the heat of the moment created by her devilish streak and his own dark side when she sensed a presence in the room. She turned around, knowing she was about to face the one person she was trying to dodge all day.
"Hi, Ridge" she said, trying to appear relaxed and casual even though her hands were shaking. He shut the door and came in the middle of the room right in front of her. He seemed serious and nervous at the same time.
"Listen, I don't really know what to say, I don't have the right words, but I'll try anyway. Because I have to. I know you're married to my dad. And that's why it's so hard for me.", he tried to say. "I know I'm not the nicest person in the world, I'm arrogant and self-involved, and I'm very stubborn. but there's one thing I know. I don't remember everything from last night, but I do recall what I felt. And it is something I have to get out of my chest. If I want to be fair with everyone, it's something I got to tell you." He took a deep breath.
"I love you!", she shouted, before he could tell her first. He softly touched her hand and then kissed her. He caressed her cheek, nose to nose, savoring the moment. He finally felt whole again and alive. When he looked back at her, he found tears rolling down her cheeks instead of a big smile. Her big eyes were staring at him like her whole world came crushing down.
"But I can't, Ridge. I'm married to your dad" she said in a whisper. "We went too far. The situation is too complicated, there's no way we can live with ourselves after betraying Eric. At least I can't."
She headed to the door when his hand reached her wrist.
"After what happened in San Francisco, the things we told each other, things we never said to any one else, maybe it is meant to be. Maybe everything that happened led us to this exact moment. We need to claim our destiny."
He's eyes pierced through hers like daggers. She wanted so badly to believe what he said. But she had made her decision. She left without saying another word, leaving Ridge alone in the office.
Why did he have to fall in love with the wrong woman? The only one he couldn't have. Was he sick? Gathering what was left of his dignity, he left the building, a lump in his throat.
He took his car not knowing where he was heading. He just needed to clear his head and put some distance between him and LA.
Quinn arrived at her house, trying to convince herself that she did the right thing. God, he looked so sad. She hated herself for causing him pain. But a life with him wasn't possible. She repeated herself that until she reached the door. She opened it and found nobody. She went to the window to see if Eric was outside but didn't find anyone. She decided to go upstairs.
While climbing the stairs, she heard laughter coming from the bedroom. She walked as silently as she could and listened at the door.
"Eric, are you sure it's safe?", a woman's voice said.
"I'm sure. Quinn said she would come back late tonight. We have nothing to worry about."
Quinn suddenly opened the door. Eric was with Donna in bed, wearing nothing but sheets.
"How could you?" she muttered.
"Quinn! Wait!" He took his pants and followed her to the living-room. When she stopped and turned to face him, he tried to apologies.
"Listen, it's not what you think, I..."
"It's not what I think? My god Eric, you were in bed! How long have you been doing this behind my back?"
"Quinn I'm sorry"
"Oh, really. You're sorry for what? It seems to me your were having a nice time with Donna. Why don't you go back? Our marriage is over."
"No, wait! We can work this out..."
"I'm in love with Ridge!"
She said it. It was done. No more guilt. She felt so light, so alive. Saying these words out loud and not having to worry felt so good.
"What?" he said, dumbstruck.
"My lawyer will fill you in with the divorce papers. Goodbye Eric."
She left the room, free and happy. The only thing in her mind was Ridge. She had to find him. But where did he run to after she crushed his world?
She took her car, taking the road leaving town. After what she told him, he certainly had the need to leave everything behind him. And she had an idea of where he could have gone.
She was driving among the forest of Big Bear when she finally saw the cabin. A car was parked just beside. She was impatient to tell Ridge she had change her mind, that he was right and she was no longer afraid to take her chance with him. But when she opened the door, she discovered an empty place. She went to see the kitchen but it was the same thing.
But then she heard a creaking. There was something in the house, spying on her. A shiver run down her spine. She took a frying pan as a weapon and hid behind the open door. She heard footsteps coming closer and then stop. She came out of her hiding place ready to hit when she recognized Ridge with a hockey stick. She dropped the frying pan and jumped in his arms.
"Quinn! It's you, what are you doing here!"
"Wait, why were you hiding and holding a hockey stick?"
"Well, I thought you were a bear or something. I heard a noise and so I prepared for the worse."
"And the stick?"
"I love hockey. I always have a stick with me, and I thought it would do a great weapon."
They stared at each other and laughed.
"Don't make fun of me, you should have seen yourself holding that frying pan! Anyway, you didn't answer me, why are you here?", he said when they finally stopped laughing.
"I'm sorry for not believing you earlier and not having enough faith..."
"You don't need to apologize."
"I do, because when I came home, I found Eric and Donna together. They were having an affair for I don't know how long." He looked at her, surprised by what she was saying. She reached to his hands.
"I love you, Ridge. That's what I told Eric. I want a life with you."
He took her head in his hands and kissed her.
"I love you too"
Tears came rolling down her cheeks and he swiped them away with his skilled fingers.
"Let me show you."
He took her to the bedroom. He stopped and stared at her, admiring her body. He stepped forward and began to kiss her while undoing the back of her dress. He pushed away the hair in her neck and softly leaked the cavity of her neck. When her dress fell on the floor like liquid, she turned around and looked in his smoldering hazel eyes. She read desire and passion dancing in it. She beat her lip and unbuttoned his shirt. She caressed his strong chest and pushed him on the bed. He sat on his elbow, looking at her undoing her underwear in front of him. She joined him and he grabbed her by the neck, attracting her to his lips. He got rid of the last piece of clothing he had left and they made love on a beautiful Indian summer night.