I frowned slightly. “That’s my aunt and cousins. Why? You need a hookup?”
“Not to them. I’m looking for a new label. I know they have connections to Noah. Exodus is on his label, but are they still cool?”
“Yeah. They visit for holidays sometimes. My mama is his mentor when it comes to law.”
Her eyebrows lifted. I said that shit to really shock her drawers. I needed to let her know I wasn’t just a random nigga. It wasn’t beneath me to name drop.
“Who’s your mom?”
“Sidney Taylor. She’s Sonya’s sister.”
“She’s a baddie like Sonya. I saw her on TV recently.”
I nodded. “Well, let me get my other guests situated. You need anything?”
She scanned me from head to toe, and said, “Mm-hmm. I’ll tell you about it later though.”
I licked my lips, then bit the bottom one. Showing her I was down. She was young, but like Juve said, ‘she was gon’ find out fucking with a old nigga’. I wasn’t that old, but I was at least ten years older than her. When I dropped this dick in her, she was gon’ realize she fucked up. She thought she had the upper hand because of her status and reputation, but she didn’t know just who she was fucking with.
My parents had set me up nicely. They gave me enough money to make sure I would be good along with my great-grandchildren if I did right by it. The only reason I was working here was to meet women. They didn’t raise a bum-ass nigga though. They stressed the importance of getting an education and hard work. They claimed to start at the bottom, and they mostly did, but it wasn’t hard work that afforded them all the riches they obtained. A lot of that shit came from Uncle Shawn’s days of hustling and from he and Dad’s grandmother’s oil well.
When she died, the royalties went to him and Uncle Shawn. I believed they gave money to their deceased brother’s kids as well. They still went to school and earned their degrees. They worked hard at what they did. It was hard work that got them to the status they were at now. They could have very well lived on the money coming from the oil well and been fine. They chose to make something of themselves and taught and expected their kids to do the same.
I walked away from her, slowly scanning her body as I did so, then focused on getting the other passengers situated. My mind was filtering through all the ways I could take her sexy ass to euphoria. If her personality was anything like her onstage persona, I had a feeling she would fuck me all the way up too. I was cool with that. At thirty-four years old, I supposed I was ready for wherever life led me. My career and finances were solid.
I wanted to say that I’d matured quite a bit over the past two years. While I fucked around a lot, I hoped that I would know how to handle it if I ran across something or someone that I couldn’t let go of. Just the fact that I was even thinking about that shit let me know I was changing.
Once all my passengers were situated, I got ready for takeoff. Grabbing my phone, I sent my mama a text. It was a routine she required that I didn’t take lightly these days. She needed to know that I was safe. So, whenever I was moving, I sent her a text.
We’re about to take off for LA. I love y’all.
I buckled up, put in my AirPods, and got ready for the three-and-a-half-hour flight.
“That’s a fine muthafucka,”I said aloud to Kimaji. When she didn’t respond, I turned to look at her. She looked to be deep in thought. “Maj, you good?”
“I’m sorry. Yeah. He just looks really familiar, but I can’t place him. I’ve seen him somewhere before.”
“There’s no telling. He seems to be extremely connected . . . not the typical flight attendant. He’s probably attended some industry shit. I just wanna see what his dick game is like. Girl, the way that nigga walk is telling me he’s gonna be a sight to behold.”
She giggled. “Heisfine, but for some reason, I feel uncomfortable saying so.”
I frowned slightly. She was tripping. She was way more ratchet than I was, so her behavior was strange to say the least. “Whatever. I can tell by the way he looked at me that he wanted to see what I had to offer as well.”
“Mm-hmm. If he could get away with it, he would probably fuck you on this flight. Had you been alone, he would probably find a way.”
“Shiiiid, as fine as he is, I would fuck him with you in here. Close your eyes or look out the window.”
“Bitch,” she mumbled as he appeared in the doorway.
“Do you need anything, Miss Arlie?”
When that nigga licked his lips, I couldn’t help but bite my bottom lip. He had my shit throbbing and leaking. I had never been as attracted to a man as I was to him. This shit was crazy. I always had my fucking guard up. Because of my fame, niggas were always trying to get at me. I wasn’t a fucking gremlin either. I was definitely pretty as fuck. Being beautiful, famous,andrich brought out all the demons in people, trying to tap into what was mine. But this nigga . . .
He could have it all. I’d pay the bills at his mama’s house if he wanted me to. Clearing my throat, I asked, “Could I get a drink?”
His lips curled slightly. “A mimosa? I mean, I won’t judge if you want the hard stuff at nine a.m.”
I slightly rolled my eyes as he chuckled. His baritone voice was taking me down. His dark chocolate complexion was making me thirsty, and his slight dick print in those tight-ass slacks had me feenin’. He had to be close to a foot taller than me. I was only five-five, but I was the stick of dynamite people expected me to be.
