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“Thank God your baby’s father has money,” Borys yawned again, snuggling into his seat with closed eyes.
“Why?” Marie asked.
“Because my long ass legs could never stretch out like this on a commercial flight. Not for fucking five hours.” He licked his lips then his eyes burst open, a wicked sparkle flashing. “What would be better is him on here with me.” Borys winked.
“Shit.” Marie shook her head. “You’re nuts, bro.”
Borys grinned beautifully, knowing he was out of line. “You think he knows about me?”
I twisted my neck to look at him sideways. “You think?”
His torso shot from the chair. “You’re serious?”
I swiveled in my chair to see Bob behind me. “Does your employer know my choreography assistant likes wood as much as he does snatch?”
With a relaxed expression, Bob scoffed while rubbing his chin as he held aGuns & Ammomagazine in the other hand. Then he shook his head, going back to his read.
Chuckling, I shook my head. “Chi-Chi’s father would have hired two bodyguards if he didn’t know you were gay. One for me and the other to trail you.” Marie and Borys laughed. “The man is just that controlling.”
Or at least, he used to be...
“Well, if me being for the rainbow is getting me this comfortable ass flight, I’m gay out the ass happy.” Borys stretched his legs out again.
“How are the girls?” I asked Marie, a mom of two from Haledon.
She twisted her lips before sharing. “The same. Unimpressed by the shit I brought back this time. My eleven-year-old is sneaking my lipstick to school. My mother whooped her ass over it, as she should have.” I tensed in my seat in reaction, eyes burst wide. “And my four-year-old, GeeGee, paid me all of twenty seconds of attention when hugging me back.” Her shoulders lifted in the air. “That’s all I got. Then I was out.” I blinked, not knowing if that was a good thing or not. “How was big momma lil’ Chi-Chi?” Marie cooed.
I nodded in confirmation. “A big momma.”
Without me…
“Costa Rica,” Borys groaned with closed eyes. “we’re bringing it back in, baby!”
This was true.International Dance Competition, also known asIDC, was in two weeks. Dozens of dance troupes from all over the world flew into the announced location to claim the first-place title. It was an event my team had participated in last year, coming in second place. This would be our second attempt, and we were not leaving without the platinum first-place plaque. Costa Rica was the host location and where we were for days building and practicing our routines until I had to fly home for the funeral today. It was a big deal. Tenured tour and stage directors like Frank Gatson, Shane Sparks, Les Twins, and Joseph Go, just to name a few, were in attendance. Careers were made atIDC. The competition was steep, but the coveted prize was one on my bucket list.
“Yeah, baby!” Marie pumped her fist in the air while gazing into her tablet.
My phone chirped, and excitement bloomed in my chest at the hopeful sender. But it wasn’tthatcorrespondent.
Austin:I’m guessing today isn’t a go.
Remembering one of my “errands,” I sighed and typed back.
Me: Sorry. I got tied up with Chi-Chi.
Then my phone rang. Before answering, I located myAirPodsand pushed them into my ears.
“Hey.”
“Hello to you, too, gorgeous,” his smooth voice attempted. “Are you leaving Jersey now?”
I realized too many men had insight into my itinerary. With half a smile, I sighed, “Yup. Ashira’s duties are over. Now back to Shi-Shi’s world.”
The phone vibrated, and I glanced down at the text message that had come through.
Austin:It’s all good. I’ll be shooting in Canada for a week or so, wrapping up. Maybe I’ll fly down to Costa Rica to see the show.
“I like Shi-Shi’s world. Wouldn’t mind dipping into Ashira’s either,” my caller suggested.
