"Go Quincy! Fuck it up!" Oaklynn and Chloé screamed as the girl threw it back on Luka. The music blasting as they hyped up their little friend that just learned to twerk like a month ago.

Who knew how many drinks were in their system. When Nino promised free alcohol, he really fucking meant it.

Quinn took shots back to back. Brown and white liquor all tasting the same. It was a surprise she wasn't black out drunk.

Luka placed his hands on her hips as he moved to the beat of the song. Her ass pressed against his front had his head spinning. Especially when she'd turn her head to look at him with low eyes.

He knew she felt how she was driving him crazy.

The song changed and Quinn stood up. She turned around and wrapped her arms around the neck of the taller male. Fluttering her lashes at him she pushed herself against him.

"Luka~" She coo'd in his ear. Her warm breath fanning against his ear sent chills down his spine in the most delectable way possible.

"Yes baby?" He asked over the blaring music. Their friends were too busy dancing to care about what they had going on. Nino and Oaklynn with their dance battle and Chloé flirting with some random girl.

It may have been the alcohol talking but she highly doubted it, but she loved his voice. From just his regular tone of voice to when he sung, and all the way down to the huskiness of him just waking up. It made her insides turn and beg for more.

"You were so hot earlier, it kinda turned me on~" She spoke honestly thanks to liquid courage. Her hazel orbs flickering up and down his person. She pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth.

The artist held back a groan thinking about her soft lips on his skin. He wanted so desperately to kiss her but he knew he wouldn't stop there. Just holding her like this was testing his mental strength.

"Oh? Me beating up your piece of shit ex made you horny?" He chuckled at her words as the hands on her waist slithered down to her ass. Palming it lightly through her dress.

"I mean yeah, it was more like the reason why. I don't know, just seeing how readily you were to protect me was kinda hot. I felt safe...." She muttered leaning her head onto him. Despite the music ringing in their ears, he heard her loud and clear.

Luka used his hand to lift her chin. She had no choice but to look at him. His cyan eyes gazing at her with desperate determination.

"Quincy Adams, for as long as I am here, I will always make sure you are safe. Whether it's physically or emotionally, your safety is my number one priority. Adrien was a dead man walking when the first insult ever came out his mouth." Luka explained to the ballerina that looked up at him with a watery eyed gaze. She couldn't help being a crybaby sometimes.

"I really do love you. I hope we can get together soon. I don't know what I'd do if you went to someone else." The beauty chuckled as she wiped a tear from her eye. Her smile as bright as ever as she chuckled.

Luka wiped her tears before placing a kiss on her lips. It started off sweet before getting a little heated. He wanted to devour her right then and there.

"Baby, I don't want anyone else but you. Just give me some time so I can ask you out properly, okay?" He reassured his teary eyed princess.

Words couldn't explain the chokehold Quinn had his heart in. Despite the little time they been together, his mind was already filled with her. Every second she wasn't in his arms he would be plagued with thoughts of her smile. Hell, he was already picking things out at his home that he thought she'd like.

Promise, it was hell on earth to not be able to call her his just yet. Although she already was.

Luka had wanted to ask her officially on their spa date but it slipped his mind. He instead felt like the girl deserved more. He wanted to make it special for her.

"Can we have sex now? I really need you." She whimpered leaning her face against his hand.

The male couldn't help but laugh at such a direct question. Of course he'd never tell her no but he found it adorable.

He pecked her lips before picking her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist instantly as she giggled.

"Sure pretty girl, let's get out of here." He grinned at the beauty in his arms. Happy he would be able to satisfy his insatiable appetite for her.

"Hey.....he's our ride." Oaklynn blinked in disbelief seeing the somewhat couple walk away. No thought about the other people they brought along.

  Eh, they'll be fine.

  Marinette bit her lip as she lightly dabbed the wound on Adrien's face. The male winced as the peroxide stung.

  "How could he do this to you?" The blue haired girl muttered with an aching heart. She took in the models bruised and bloody appearance. His face wasn't ruined but he wouldn't be able to face a camera for a while.

  Was she surprised when the man she was madly in love with showed up at her door in the middle of the night drunk? His disheveled appearance almost made her scream. He looked as if he'd been hit with a car.

  When she asked what was wrong, he went into a drunken spew about their exes and how Luka assaulted him.

  Marinette hated the fact that he went to see Quincy. She hated it even more that he was trying to get her back. What about her?

  "How can Quincy be so stupid? Can't she see he's only using her to piss me off? There's no way she can actually like that bastard. He can't compare to me at all." Adrien ranted as chugged yet another bottle of beer. He opted for drowning out his sorrows but all it did was piss him off more.

  The fashion designer bit her lip.

  "Since she wants to be under someone else, maybe it wouldn't hurt if you moved on too?" She mumbled in hopes he would agree with her. There were plenty of women that would love the chance to be with the model, her included.

  "Why would I move on? My Quinn is just confused and emotional. She knows where home is." Adrien scoffed as he waved off her ridiculous question. Women were complicated creatures in his opinion. It's never easy to turn a hoe into a housewife. But he knew his Quinn. She'd play stubborn for a while before eventually coming back crying to him.

  And to please him and beg for his forgiveness, she'd be putty in his hands. She loved him too much not to.

  "I'm just saying.......There are better options than someone who would just embarrass you like this. You deserve better." Marinette probed as she felt a surge of anger wave over her. She wanted to scream and rip the dancer to shreds.

  Over and over again in her heart she kept screaming for him to look at her.

  The model laughed at her words.

  "Trust me, there's no one better than Quincy. She may be an airhead and defiant at some points, but she's fucking amazing to dominate. Plus my father won't pass me the company until I get married. Some bullshit about investors put more trust into a family man." The blonde retorted as he thought about the many reasons he chose the girl.

  When Adrien had first laid eyes on Quinn, he was awe struck. The small but curvy woman was breathtakingly attractive. Her image was stuck in his head for days.

  He had bugged Chloé about her as he knew the mayors daughter was close to her. Yet the blonde rich girl threatened him to stay away from her. Something about how he wasn't worthy of the mini ballerina.

  If there's one thing Adrien Agreste hated, it was being told he couldn't have something. He had never been denied anything in his life. From luxury items to all types of women. Sadly he's had this mindset since he was a teen.

  So like any other man that knew what he wanted, he pursued the girl.

  It wasn't easy at first. Quincy seemed to play hard to get. It only made the chase more exciting. He just knew the prize would be worth it.

  And it was.

  Adrien loved the fact that he was her first. An untouched beauty that melted in his hands. She was so pure and impressionable. And to make everything better, his father absolutely adored the girl. The only girl he'd ever brought home that won the man's approval.

  The young model had it all!

  Until he started to get bored.......

  Without either realizing it, he had broken her so much that he was no longer thrilled by her. Other women started to catch his eye. From fierce independent business women, to shy countryside dolls. He knocked them down one by one and still found his way back to the young Adams girl.

  Many people would ask, why didn't he just leave if he didn't want her?

  Because he couldn't fathom the idea of letting anyone else have her. She was perfect in every way in his eyes. There was no one else like her. Not even her best friend he started screwing frequently after a drunken accident.

  "You could always change your marriage partner to appease your dad." She finished cleaning him up. She was gathering all of the first aid supplies, no longer paying the male attention.

  Despite hearing him talk so highly about the girl that ran off with another man, she still had hope. If she could get him to cheat on his fiancée, she could get him to love her.

  Adrien thought for a second. He wanted to laugh at the stupid idea. But then he thought about it more.

  He could kill two birds with one stone!

  But who could he use to act out his plan? His father was very picky when it came to his partners. He didn't like anyone but Quincy.

  He then looked up at the woman before him. His dad liked Marinette to a certain degree. At least he thought she had some talent.......

"Marinette, will you marry me?" Adrien blurted out all of a sudden. The girl in question practically dropped everything in her hands as she tripped over her own feet.

"W-what? Are you serious?!" She stuttered looking at the man with a hopeful expression. Not even questioning why he suddenly proposed. Her heart was skipping so many beats she thought she would die.

"I mean it's not a real marriage of course. You're my best friend, Mari. We don't even see each other like that. But like you said, I could just change my partner to make my dad happy and make Quinn jealous." He chuckled as walked towards the girl. He placed his hands on her hips and gave a devilishly handsome smile.

The blue haired girl didn't know how to feel. It definitely hurt that he still saw her as just his best friend. But when he touches her...... she melted. Her brain wandering away to her usual fantasies.

  "I promise I'll treat you like this was a real engagement, until everything is settled of course." The model pulled her closer to him. He kissed along her neck as he whispered promises to her.

  "O-okay." Marinette stuttered as she fluttered her eyes close. She was beyond happy, even if it was a fake engagement. It was only a matter of time before it was real.

  "Adrien! Has Nino contacted you yet?! Why do you look like shit?" Alya burst into the room. Her eyes puffy from crying as she sniffled. When the male got there, she was crying in the shower.

  The light skin was now in nothing but an old t-shirt owned by her ex and some underwear. Decency in front of her friend since middle school was out the window years ago.

  Adrien let go of Marinette, who silently frowned.

  "No Alya, I'm still as blocked as you are. And you're not looking too hot either with those raccoon eyes." The model sighed as he brushed some hair out of his face. When he pointed out her puffy eyes surrounded by the proof of lack of sleep, she scoffed.

  "Excuse me for not being able to keep up with appearances. Heartbreak does that to a girl." She rolled her eyes as she folded her arms. Her appearance had been the least of her concerns.

  "I don't know why. You're pretty, Nino isa fucking fool for dumping you over a misunderstanding." Adrien waved her off.

  The blogger couldn't help when the waterworks started again. She practically threw herself at the man. Sobbing into his chest.

  "Yeah, let's get you to bed." The blonde muttered wrapping his arms around the girl. He picked her up by her thighs. Her legs wrapping around his waist.

  The interaction looked intimate from an outsiders perspective. Marinette felt uncomfortable seeing this for some reason. But she pushed it down, not wanting to over think it.

  Alya was her best friend, she'd never betray her. And Adrien didn't see her like that, plus they were engaged now.

  She was definitely just jumping to conclusions.

  "Will you stay with me?"