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Thank God.
This shit was almost over. It hadn’t been a bad flight. In fact, LaQuandra had found it quite exciting, being surrounded by so much lavishness. Still, she was ready to land already. The farthest she’d ever been was the Bahamas. And she’d been there twice.
She’d always wanted to travel more. See more. But Isaiah seemed to always have an excuse as to why they couldn’t afford getaways. They both made good damn money. Between her salary as a principal for a private boys school and Isaiah’s job as an IT manager, combined they grossed close to a hundred-and-fifty grand.
So there was no reason why they couldn’t travel more. She didn’t expect anything lavish, just a yearly trip—somewhere. Anywhere. But Isaiah’s cheap-penny-pinching-ass would rather drive down to Baltimore harbor or Busch Gardens with his bastard son—Lord, help her—in tow rather than spend any quality time with her—alone.
But she wasn’t going to let her mind take her there. She was grateful for this all-expenses-paid trip, and the fact that Isaiah and her would finally be alone, away from distractions, like his son and his ghetto-ass baby mother.
Goddamn it.
She’d promised herself she wouldn’t give thought to that bitch while she was away, and already that trashy whore was invading her headspace. She couldn’t get away from her. Everywhere she turned, that bitch was there.
Haunting her. Stalking her. Tormenting her. Stealing what was hers.
Her man.
His dick.
And probably his heart, too.
Isaiah always vehemently denied being in love with that trifling bitch, and LaQuandra wanted so desperately to believe him. But Cassandra had given him a child—a son—something she still had been unable to do.
And there was no way she could ever compete with that.
She sighed, shaking the thought from her mind before she ended up throwing her flute across the aircraft. She’d gulp down the rest of her drink, first, though.
Wasting good liquor was a no-no.
She took another sip of her drink as she forced her attention back to the panoramic window view. She caught a teasing glimpse of the most beautiful turquoise water she’d ever seen. It nearly stole her breath as she soaked it in.
She sighed, then glanced over her shoulder and caught a glimpse of Isaiah as he sat on the sofa in the same spot she’d seen him sitting last night before she’d finally dozed off.
She’d already showered and had had her breakfast in the dining area with Brenda way before the sun’s rays pierced through the sky. The two of them had been able to get acquainted. Brenda seemed nice enough. A bit braggadocious for her liking, though. My salon this, my salon that, but LaQuandra had managed to smile and nod and push through breakfast while Brenda prattled on about her ambitions to open more salons across the Tri-State Area. She’d been kind enough to invite her to her salon for a free mani-and-pedi when they returned to the States.
LaQuandra, however, didn’t have the heart to tell her that she was loyal to Nappy No More body and hair salon, so she most likely wouldn’t see the inside of Brenda’s salon to get her hands and feet done. Still, LaQuandra had thanked her for the kind invitation.
Isaiah walked over, pulling LaQuandra from her thoughts. Mmph. He’d finally made his way back to his seat after staying up all goddamned night doing only God knew what. LaQuandra rolled her eyes.
“Were you on the phone with that bitch all night?” LaQuandra said to him.
“Good morning to you, too,” Isaiah said, glaring at her. No. He hadn’t called Cassandra. In fact, he hadn’t even touched his phone. He’d sat up most of the night indulging himself on the continuous porn movies that had been showing on the television. Soft porn. However, it was still capable of making his dick hard.
He’d been tempted several times through the night to walk back here and brush the head of his dick over LaQuandra’s lips until she opened her mouth for a feeding. But his pride and the fact that he wasn’t sure if he wanted to remain married to her had stopped him from busting his nut in her throat. So he’d bust a quick round in the bathroom, then eventually fell asleep on the sofa.
When he’d awaken this morning, he found himself under a blanket someone had covered him with sometime in the middle of the night. Surprisingly, with only a few hours of sleep, he’d slept like a baby.
“I’ve been over here not even four seconds, and you’re already on your shit.” Isaiah shook his head. His first thought was to snap on her. She wanted confrontation, then motherfuck, he was going to give it to her ass. But then he glanced around the aircraft’s cabin and decided to let it go.
He leaned in, and then took her drink from her hand. “You’ve had enough.” She opened her mouth to say something and he shot her a hot glare. “You heard what the fuck I said.”
She stared at Isaiah as he raised her flute to his lips and guzzled down the rest of her champagne. Bastard! She felt her cold pussy suddenly heating. She needed some attention given to the slow-throb pulsing between her legs. Right now. Her thirsty, wilting pussy needed a burst of Isaiah’s man cream to coat its walls. God, yes, she needed her pussy stuffed with his dick. This was so goddamn ridiculous—him not fucking her.
“Please take your seat, Mr. Lewis,” LaLani said, interrupting LaQuandra’s sordid thoughts. The color of her hip-hugging dress was now a crimson red. And her shade of lipstick matched perfectly. “And secure your seatbelt. We’re preparing for landing.”
Isaiah couldn’t help but smile at the flight attendant as he complied. She was a stunner, for sure. Aside from fucking his BM from time to time, he’d never cheated on LaQuandra with any other woman. But if the opportunity presented itself, he thought, he’d slide his dick deep in her cunt and fuck her lights out.
LaQuandra eyed Isaiah. Then LaLani. Then Isaiah again.
