I Never Said I Was a Good Girl 3 by Elle Welch

Author:Elle Welch [Welch, Elle]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Literature & Fiction, United States, African American, Romance, Urban, Genre Fiction
Amazon: B015VR7TPU
Publisher: Write House Publishing/TIECE Presents
Published: 2015-09-27T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter XXIX

Brazille

The Flight

We have just boarded a private jet at DeKalb-Peachtree Airport. “Ohh, so this is how the big boys do it?” I say looking around at the exquisite cabin. The cream leather bucket seats feel so good. I wasn’t too sure why we weren’t traveling with the rest of the crew but I bet it was because they weren’t traveling like this. I sit down in the chair and lift up the shade on the oval shaped window so I can look out. I watch Omari speaking with the pilot who is surprisingly a female. I have to admit she is cute with that gold and black pilot uniform on. Her long jet black hair is twisted up into a perfect bun which allows her captain hat to rest on it. Her skin is a deep Indian complexion and appears to be as smooth as a baby’s behind and glowing. She has a decent sized rack not as voluptuous as mine of course but nice none the less and her hips and behind fill out her fitted skirt nicely. As I am checking her out I notice how she is smiling all hard and being overly flirtatious with my man by touching him on his arm and laughing. “Heifer ain’t no damn joke that funny.” I decide to let it ride for now because this bitch acting like she forgot I was here. Omari begins to come up the stairs to board the plane and this trick is still standing there watching him and has the nerve to lick her damn lips like she just ate a greasy piece of chicken.

Omari steps into the cabin and I say “Hey I thought the video shoot was on Saturday. Why are we leaving today? It’s only Thursday.” I ask as I continue to survey the cabin pretending I hadn’t seen anything that had just transpired outside the plane.

“Damn Brazille you are so freaking nosey! Why you can’t just go with the flow for once.” Omari says grinning from ear to ear. I roll my eyes and even though I am sitting down I place my hand on my hip. “If you must know, Ms. Control freak, I wanted us to take a mini vacation. I haven’t really been able to wine and dine you the way I would like so this trip was just something I planned to give you a little snippet of what’s to come.” He leans over and kisses me on the cheek. “I feel like now that everyone is behind bars, that deserves to be, we can begin to do us in only the way we can babe.” I look into his eyes and I definitely agree but still a sista needs to know where we are headed incase shit goes south.

“So… where are we going to be doing us for the next day or so?” Omari opens the cooler and grabs a Pepsi out and hands it to me. I chuckle as I realize this is his polite way of telling me to shut up.

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