The Perfect Man.

Break.

Aubree..

I instantly pressed the end call button. "I was on the phone with my mother...". I lied, becoming nervous. "Aubree I've been with you for a while now and there was never a time you talked to your parents on the phone...Are you lying to me?". Quincy seemed calm. A wave of relief came over me, I couldn't trace any trait of anger. "I'm not lying to you Quincy...". I gulped down, placing my phone on standby.

FinesseKidd is typing..

FinesseKidd sent you a snap!

The notifications popped up on my lock screen making my phone flash.

I could tell Quincy was trying to hold back his anger. "Who is that". He spoke. "It's just a friend of mine". "What friend of yours?". "Quincy is really no big deal". "Let me see your phone, Aubree".

I couldn't let him. I'm dead if I let him hold my phone.

FinesseKidd is typing...

FinesseKidd sent you a snap!

My phone flashed once more, I mentally cussed Lucas out. I can't blame him for being worried though.

"Give me the damn phone Aubree". "No". I blurted, coldly. "What the hell did you just say to me?". Quincy leaned up, out of his seat. My duffel bag fell along with him, and the get well soon card that Lucas gave to me fell onto the floor.

Shit.

Quincy didn't hesitate to pluck it up from below his feet. He opened it, reading the note. My heart began speeding, and clutched my phone as my palms became sweaty. Why the fuck does he scare me like this?

When he finished reading, he ripped the card. He glanced up at me and pointing at me. "Stay away from that nigga". He spat harshly, discharging the pieces into the trash can. "Quincy there's nothing wro--". "I said stay away from that nigga!". My breathing became heavy, as we both stared in each other's eyes. "You promised..". I reminded him. "I promise you I was going to treat you right, but in order for that you have to be returning the favor. Don't you dare entertain no other nigga while you with me". "You got head from that other bitch, but since a nigga treating me better then you now you mad?". I retaliated. "Watch your damn mouth when your talking to me". "No Quincy who the hell you think you are?? God? I'm not shutting up fuck you". "You really testing me Aubree". He fake laughed. "Hit me, Quincy". I harshly begged. He clenched his jaw, walking to the back room of his private plane. That was the best choice he made this whole damn trip.

I slid Lucas's notifications to the right and accessed Snapchat again.

FinesseKidd| Aubree??

FinesseKidd| Aubree what happen?

QueenMelaninn| Quincy is what happen.

FinesseKidd| He caught you?

QueenMelaninn| Yes. He's so fucking controlling. He told me to stay away from you.

FinesseKidd| Aubree I don't like that nigga at all. He's going to be the death of you.

QueenMelaninn| Don't talk like that.