The Perfect Man.

Paris, France. (2)

Aubree..

Quincy held me in his arms as we walked, eating our Cinnamon crêpes with nut butter, sliced banana and raspberries. "This is really good". Quincy mumbled taking his second bite. I agreed munching on mine, I then took a napkin and began wiping a corner of his mouth where he had raspberry juice on. He was so freaking cute. His eyes stared deeply into mine. "Aubree I love you so much". I grinned, blushing as usual. "I love you too Quincy, now hurry before we miss the guy playing the guitar, he sounds really good". I rushed. "I'd rather go to the Wine & Cheese lunch". I laughed at his greediness. "Let's see the guy and then maybe we can go the Wine & Cheese". I attempted to compromise. He playfully rolled his eyes. "Fine".

The guy began singing love songs in French and I haven't been in high school for quite some time, but my mind translated some of the things he was singing about. However, the melody was pretty. The guy took short glances at me, smiling. I remembered Quincy's temper and instantly felt nervous. I glanced over at Quincy who was currently glaring down at me. My heart descended to the pit of my stomach. I laid my head on his chest as I listened to the guy some more. Just then, the guy began walking towards me, now attracting a large crowd he took my hand and enhanced his singing. It was beautiful, I'll admit it but I knew damn well Quincy was not with it at all. The guy got on one knee As if he was proposing, singing a couple of more lines. Quincy grabbed him by his collar which put his singing to a halt. Quincy whispered something in his ear before throwing him carelessly back to the ground. I was afraid to open my mouth and saying something. But I did. "Quincy what the hell!". I spat, apparently not thinking, because it made a scene. He scowled at me. I knew my ass was grass. "Aubree come on let's go". He muttered. I hesitated to follow him but I did it anyway. My hands were shaking and my heart was pumping bucket loads of blood as adrenaline rushed through me. He led me into a place with an empty family lounge. He didn't ponder before locking the door. "Aubree how dare you embarrass me like that". He disclosed through his gritted teeth. "Quincy you were over reacting". I retaliated. He dislodged a chair across the room. "Why are you playing with me Aubree!". I backed onto the counter. He jaunted towards me, angrily. He grabbed my by the collar of my sweater and slammed my head into a cabinet. Pain sprouted into my skull. "I don't ever want to see that shit again. You know how my jealousy gets Aubree. You fucking know better". "Get the hell off of me Quincy", I barked back, feeling a headache coming on. Quincy slapped me, and I had instantly jumped forward and began throwing blows at his head, he threw me against the wall. Tears formed in my eyes as I began to cry. My breathing became weighty.

We had just fought. Literally. Out of all our numbered days I wouldn't have expected this from him in a million years. My vision was blurry through my eyes that were constantly filling up with tears, but I could make out his figure. I wanted to fucking up and leave. The last of my tears began rolling down my cheek. Quincy was leaning against the counter, looking as if nothing ever happened, as if everything was normal again. "Baby". "Don't you fucking call me that. Is this what you brought me to Paris for? So you can hit me in peace? Take me the fuck home Quincy I'm not taking this bullshit". "Aubree I'm sorry. I told you I--". "Quincy I don't even want to fucking here your explanation. You can't justify why you hit a woman, you can't". Aubree sprinted towards me and pushed his lips on mine. "Aubree I'm so sorry". He inched his way to my neck, sticking his hand in my jeans and roughly rubbing my clit. "Quincy": I whispered before arching my back. I hastily pushed him back, "Quincy I don't want to do this". More tears crept down my sore cheeks.

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Quincy..

She ordered that I take her back to the suite.

Fuck Quincy. Fuck Fuck Fuck. Why the hell would you do that to her?

I honestly don't know what got into me. It's just whenever I feel as if some guy can take her my adrenaline rushes at a rapid speed and I can't control my anger. Aubree is mine. And she always will be. I refuse to let any man take her away from me.