The Life Of Quinn Black | ✔️

XVII [ Alexander's P.O.V. ]

~ So I've realised that many of you don't actually read Alexander's book, so I've written this chapter in his point of view for you guys to read here.
~ I hope you all had a great Christmas and New Year.

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Quinn had been asleep for a few hours now. After visiting her grandmother, we ate a quick lunch and set off on the road.

I was up early this morning with my eyes glued to a computer screen, finalizing all of the plans I had made for the event. When Vogue showed up and informed us we would be coming to France, I knew I had to do something for Quinn before we left. My first thought was obviously Paris, but the place was way too overrated and perhaps we weren't yet in that stage in our relationship.

I glanced over at her sleeping figure for the umpteenth time. Her torso was turned towards me and her legs were tucked up into the seat. I grinned at the small smile that graced her lips before pressing a kiss to her hand.

She was lovely.

A wonder that I had yet to completely figure out. Her resentment for me months ago was completely understandable, but she was what it took for me to finally get away from my father and realize what I needed.

I read the sign above me to see that my destination was quickly nearing, so I got off the main road.

"Mhmm," Quinn hummed in her slumber. I smiled, my thumb tracing her knuckles.

Pulling into the upscale inn, I put the car in park and slide the keys from the ignition.

"Quinn," I spoke softly. Reaching across the console, I brushed a curl away from her face. "C'mon Tesoro, wake up." Slowly, her eyes opened and I caught sight of her beautiful hazel orbs. "You gotta get up, dormigliona."

"Where are we?" She spoke.

"Bordeaux."

Quinn's eyes widened before she shuffle in her seat to face the hotel. She gaped. "Alexander," Quinn breathed. "You drove six hours to..." I watched her plump lips move and heard her sexy sleep filled voice, but didn't listen to a word.

I wanted to kiss her right there. It was about four fifteen and our event didn't until six. We could make it up to the room in a couple minutes and I'd have her-

"Alexander," Quinn squeezed our adjoined hands. "You're not even listening." She mused.

"Sorry." I shook my head, my cheeks grew warm. "What were you saying?"

"I asked why you drove all the way here when we have a flight tomorrow at twelve."

I shrugged and tapped the steering wheel. "No traffic or stops and I pushed the speed limit a bit so we made it here in a little over four hours."

Quinn raised an impressed eyebrow. "And how far did you push it, Mr. Irons?"

"Oh just a little." I chuckled. "We've got more than enough time to settle down before our event, so what do you say we go on up to the suite?"

"Sure."

I let out an annoyed breath when we walked into the bedroom. "I specifically asked for two beds." I turned to Quinn. "I'll be right back."