The Perfect Man.

Baby.

Aubree..

"You can get whatever you want". Quincy chuckled, as we entered the Chanel outlet store. "Do you see these prices? I think Forever 21 would be a better choice". I felt hands grasp my waist, pulling me backward. I then noticed it was Quincy, embracing me from behind. He leaned into my ear, "Your mine now, Aubree. Don't ever feel bad for me if I chose to spend my money on you. I saw you late nights washing down the filthy counters of that coffee shop, constantly getting into altercations with your boss every week. I just want you to have the best sweetheart, because that's what you deserve". My cheeks began burning as I was blushing so hard. "Quincy--". "Ah". He interrupted. He pressed his delicate lips up against my earlobe. "Go get that Fuchsia Pink Lambskin bag with the Gold Chain embedded strap". I darted my eyes to the pocket book that stood in the middle of the store, protected with a glass case. "Quincy that's one of the most expensive purses in this store". I whined in a whisper as he was still holding me. "I saw you eyeing that skin tight, navy blue spaghetti strapped, white laced dress and those nude colored heels. Go up to the counter and request those things, now". "Quincy that's---". "Go get it Aubree".

***

He carried my bags out of the store, leaving me following. "Where do you want to go next?". He questioned as I eyed the Chanel sign on one of the bags. "You really didn't have to but m--". "Aubree stop it. Now.". He deliberated in a low tone. I gulped down hard. I stood there like an idiot, feeling disrespected and embarrassed.   I bit my bottom lip, as he pulled me into his arms again. "Baby I'm sorry. I just don't want you acting like that. Let me spoil you, please". He glared down at me, as He brushed my hair behind my ear. He then planted his lips on mine. Tugging on my lip for an entrance, I let him in, he deepened the kiss as I drew closer to him. The moment grew lustful, as he grasped my backside. He clasped his tongue onto mine going for the next heated kiss. He guided his hands down to my rear end, and this time I let him. He clutched it aggressively, pulling away from the kiss and moving down to my neck. With his other hand, and swiveled my head over to one side as he created Hickies on my neck that was now exposed. Soft moans escaped my lips. I then pulled away. "Quincy". I  breathed, staring his chest. I then noticed a large bulge in the front of his jeans. He pulled me into his arms again, and gosh he smelled so good. "See what you did". He grinned, chuckling. "I'm sorry". I blushed.

After hours of shopping, he still wanted me to have more. And I couldn't understand it.

We walked through the outlets, I looked through the store windows, watching Mothers place mini outfits on there bulging bellies, smiling. A smile formed at the corner of my cheeks, happy for her. "That would never be you". Quincy clarified. I darted my eyes at him, "What do you mean by that?". "She's in there by herself. I would never abandon my child. I would never abandon you. You both would be my World". A deep blush emerged from my cheeks as I kept walking. I then stopped, noticing Quincy wasn't beside me anymore. I turned back, watching him glance at the glowing Victoria Secret sign and then glance at me grinning.

He pulled me inside. "Let's see, I want you to have these, these, these, and damn, this too". He stated, looking through a table of thongs, panties and lingerie. "Quincy..". "Yes?". He murmured handing me a pack of lacy colorful panties along with a pack of regular, sexy underwear. "I really don't n-". He recalibrated his eyes to me. I kept silent.

Damn he had me whipped.

"Am I going to try these on?". I asked. "Not without me". He mumbled taking out cash. He grinned down at me, taking the bag off the counter.

***

He sat across from me, as we enjoyed our dinner at Cheź Marvin. Quincy took his phone out for the first time today and held it up. "Smile baby". He cheesed, pointing the camera at me from across the table. I smiled like a little kid, placing my fork on my plate. He then put his phone down smiling, "Your so beautiful".  He complimented, with his eyes still plastered on his phone screen. I began cutting my chicken up, trying to hold back another blush. "So what's the deal, Quincy? Your cute, funny, charming, educated and wealthy. There has to be a catch". He chuckled, sticking his fork into his pasta. "There is no catch", "But most of all, you like someone like me". I interrupted. "What do you mean? Aubree your so beautiful. The first time I laid my eyes on the coffee shop window, I saw you scrubbing the counters, working your ass off. Even when I sat in and ate from time to time, I examined the way you do things. The way you do things with joy even if  you don't want to, or the way you happily interact with customers even if your tired, or how you crack jokes here and there with your co-workers even if they don't do as much work as you do, you still respect them. You have such a beautiful soul, and from then on I knew that you were mine. I want to change you for the better. I want to give you things you've never had, and open up doors that you never even thought you would approach. I have the brightest future for you, and I can't wait for you to see it". My heart was racing. He began rustling through one of the many bags we had beside our table, "I meant to give you these, while you were in the Women's room I figured I'd spoil you a bit more". He assured, handing me roses.

Why is he so perfect?