The Perfect Man.

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Lucas..

"Pull that trigger and I swear on god I will have goons busting your brains open before you can even blink". I spoke lowly, still in a lot of pain. I glanced over at him, he looked as if he was contemplating what would happen if he was to take my life right now. "Look at you. You a bitch ass nigga. You ain't about it. Stop trying to be something you not you gone fuck around and die with that mentality". In an instant, my door bursted open and in came Bree along with some officers.

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I glanced over at Bree, who was currently next to me, glaring back at me. "I'm sorry for putting you in this mess, Lucas". I exhaled deeply. "Where the hell was you Aubree". "Quincy..". She muttered. "You was with that nigga Quin--when I was about to die?". I asked frantically. "How the hell was I suppose to know? He kidnapped me". "And that's why I told your ass that I need to know where the Fuck you are at all times. How do I know if the nigga tries to kill you too? You need to fucking listen to me". "Quincy was controlling enough. I don't need two controlling people running my life". "Then fucking leave. Go be with that nigga. Because you obviously don't understand what my controlling ass is trying to do here". "Don't fucking do that. Don't you fucking do that". "I'm already in enough pain I don't have time for this shit. Either you with me, or you not. Simple as that". Aubree grabbed her purse, and slammed my hospital door.

My phone buzzed on the wooden stand next to me, I managed to reach my arm over and answer the anonymous caller.

"Hello?". "Where the fuck is Aubree?". "Who the fuck is this?". "Man you know who the fuck this is". "Don't call my phone with that bullshit, I don't know where the fuck she is nigga. And aye, when you find her, keep her ass".

Aubree...

I jaunted along the side walk in the freezing weather.

I refuse to deal with another controlling nigga. I just fucking refuse. I love Lucas. But if all he wants to do is tell me what the hell to do, then I'm not dealing with him.

I folded my arms up to my chest, it wasn't long before a car matched my pace. I looked in its direction as the driver's window slowly rolled down.

It was Quincy.

"Do you need a ride home Bree?".

I kept walking.

"Fuck you, Quincy".

"Aubree please come with me. I have to talk to you. I promise I'll take you home". I slowed my pace. His voice sound sincere. I sighed heavily, looking both way before crossing the street and going into the passenger side of the vehicle.

He bought me food, and pulled into an empty parking lot. I chewed on the rest of my fry. He then glanced at me as the car finally came a stop. He turned his music low. "Aubree..". "Yes?". "You've heard this many times. I know. But Aubree, I'm sorry for every Fucking thing. I'm not going to sit here and act like I didn't do any crazy shit because I did. The problem with me is that I'm Fucking in love with you Aubree. I love your voice your personality your smile your kisses your hugs, shit I fell in love with it all. What you have to understand is that I'm rich, the only thing I attract is gold diggers. I've never fell in love with a woman before. I guess I just don't know how to Fucking act. Seeing you with that nigga Lucas fucked me up. And yes, I was trying to kill that nigga. I didn't want him having what's mine. I can't stand to see you with someone else. Aubree I am Dangerously in love with you". Quincy's brown orbs shone even in the dark car, as he croaked the last of his sentence. I exhaled deeply. "I just... I don't know what to say". Quincy sat back and rested his arms on the steering wheel. "Aubree. Do you love me?". "Quincy you know I love you more than anything". He grinned. "Come here". I hesitated, but Quincy straddled me on his lap. He gripped my neck before French kissing me softly. The session got intense, shortly after we began removing clothes.

"Shit", I licked my lips as Quincy jolted his fingers in and out of me. "You like that Baby?", Quincy recited as he licked his fingers before shoving them back in. "Ugh Yes". I moaned as I began bouncing on his lap. "How much do you love me?". He had asked. "Fuck I love you so much Quincy". Quincy leaned in, kissing my earlobe. "If you love me..". He spoke. Something heavy and bulky was shoved in my hand. "If you love me baby girl, I want that nigga dead".