CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR

Quincy sat on the bank of the beach and he slowly took puffs of the weed and he found himslef smiling to himslef. Weed indeed made you the most high because he wanted to do nothing but officially commit suicide but he would hate when people say he got what he deserved after his death, it would be pointless. He wished he could turn back the hands of time an dhe would go back to being his follower's baby. He did no wrong before thma nad they always made sure to defend him at the extent of everyone. His page has been on private for close to two weeks now and he had no idea when the trolling would stop.
He neevr knew that people he always bullied use to have it this rough, people that used to worship him literally don't rate him anymore an dnow he has been reduced to nothing but someone who depends on illegal substance to pick himself up from the mud. His mananegment had threatened to terminate his contract f he doesn't issue a public apology to Adonia within two weeks and tonight was the deadline. Being kicked out of an agency meant he would stop getting high paying jobs and he wouldn't even be allowed to breathe, The bullyings an dhe trolling would intensify and he would have no choice but to cry till his eyes wuld no longer be bale to take it naymore.
He wondered how he reduced from being the Quncy White the world knew to this toxic person who literally fed off attention and now that he wasn't getting it, he felt like he was going to die very soon. Maybe he shouldn't have thught that they would switch up on him very soon. He laid on the sand as he stubbed out the tiny weed left in his hand, this was his third wrap tonight and he still couldn't feel himself floating or his problems merging into the backgroun and if nothing at all, they seemed to intensified and he would rather have them at faded into the background.
He wanted to scream into the darkness and hear the sound echo back at him, maybe he would feel like the Quincy White he used to be. This place always had papparazis hanging around and despite coming here in a disguise, he felt someone might be watching him.Ths deep part has been his hideout sine the red table discusiion and he started getting bullied. He was almost sure that no one would find him here and he would be safer here, with his emotions and alcohol. He picked up the half drunk bottle of scotch and he moved firther iside, after being satisfied that he was alone, he set his things down before pouring himself a shot.
'Here's a toast to starting afresh and being human again. Quincy, you'd be fine again" He declared a little too loudly before raising the shot to the air and he drank it all in one gulp. Movements in the dark stopped him from pouring the shot and he searched frantically for his torchlight, heaven forbids it and he would be watched by a reporter who is looking for juicy details to fuel his career. She would not be a scapegoat to him.
'Here's a toast to having enough cpourgae to actually be confident enough to be myself and stop being a puppet" A soft voice stopped him before he could find his torchlight and he could make out the person making out a toast in the dark and he heard the sharp intae of her breath as she downed the alcohol the smae way he had downed his own. Maybe he really needed the company, this was someone who was obviously going through a tough time like him, he would share his sanctuary with her because the world is a crazy place right now and almost every hollywood star was hanging on a thin thread right now. He heard shuffling and the person was sitting close to him too and in her hand was a bottle of alcohol and a shot glass. He returned his torchlight and he continued drinking too, nobody said a word to anybody. Thye both enjoyed the silence without stress.
'I have always wanted to be on the large screens too and I have always wanted to be celebrated like a star but guess what's going on now. I have nothing figured out yet, I signed up for an audition and here I am panicking like hell and I have no idea if I would be able to survive. I've managed people and I know how these things work and now I can't calm myself" The girl said and she picked her bottle from the floor before drinking straight from the bottle. He smiled as he baandoned his own shot glass too and took a gulp, he winced as it burned his throat. He has been there before too and he definitely could relate to what she was feeling.
'Maybe fame was bad for me, I have no idea how I am supposed to continue living like this when the whole world seemd like it's stacked against me. I am no longer who I sed to be and now all that is left of the name I used to cherish is trolling and bullying. I am going to be kicked out of my management by morning, I'm going broke and now all I have left is these bottles and the stash of weed I had in my car earlier today. I feel like a failure, no scratch that. I am actually a failure, a name I ruined many others with is going down the drain." The dark realziation was getting to him too and he smiled. He took a long gulp from the bottle and he smiled.
'Maybe fate brought us here together, maybe we are supposed to be together from scratch and be the next hollywood power couple" The girl clapped her hands in excitement and Quincy shook his head, He had no idea if she thoght this was music opera based on love or a theatre performance. He doubted if she knew how many years of hard work and strategy she just dismissed flimsily. He chuckled again and he closed his eyes. He took a long gulp of his drink again and he smiled. Before he could say Jack, she was no longer sitting in her position. She was kneeling in front of him. His eyes met hers and something was pulling him into it. She was beautiful by her eyes and something about those orbs felt oddly felt familiar. He gulped and before he knew it, her mouth was on his.
The sparks went off in his head and for the first time in years, he actually felt a true connection to the person he was kissing, he had no idea why he let it happen but one thing remained on his mind, he was actually enjoying it. He could taste the rich chocolate vodka she ahd been drinking in her mouth as he suckled on her tongue. One thing about drunken kisses was that you would do it without fear or second thought, he took charge of the kiss as he pulled her closer to his body. He trailed his tongue down her neck and he had fun flicking his tongue against the soft fold of her neck. She moaned and he nejoyed it, he wasnt executing to have a heated makeout session tonight but God worked in miraculous ways.
'I don't want to do this here, let's go to my place." Ge whispered into her ears and he watched her go rgid. Something wasn't adding up, and he knew it too. First of all, he was kissing a random stranger on the bank of the beach and now she doesn't want to go home with him. He found him cellphone and he switched on the flashlight to look at the woman between his arms, it was who heneevr expected in his life.
It was Maxine, Adonia's best friend and personal assistant.
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They both sat in the car with their thought over the place, the tension between them was noticeable from a far mile. Quincy had no reason to do this but the fact that he was emotionall connecting with a woman for the first time in years made him smile, this was Maxine and never in six million years would he ever think they would get here together.
The sexual tension was still obvious too and they were both confused as hell, Maxine was supposed to pick a side and she was supposed to pick her best friend's side. An affair between both fo them didn't sound sane but the thought of ut gave him the chills. Maybe this was the true love people always talked about. He knew he couldn't place a lid on what he was feeling right now and God help him, he could devour her right in this car.
When they got to his apartment, he parked the car in his underground garage and he opened the linking door to his kitchen. The last hing he wanted was them being on the first page of news papers without even having the chance to sort whatever this madness was about. When they got iside, it was as if their minds were working about the same thing and they grabbed unto each other before continuinhg their unfinished business. They would talk about the weird part in the morning but as for now, if the spent one minute away from each other, they can die.