𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐋🎠 | Travis Scott.

𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙮-𝙩𝙬𝙤 🎠

chapter forty two:
FIRST DAY OF THE TOUR

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Kelsey

"Are you excited?" Jacques asked me while placing my body on his lap. We were currently on his private jet, flying to the first destination of his tour; Santa Barbara.

"Of course I am! I'm so ready to rage with your fans." I honestly answered with a huge smile and kissed his cheek.

"I'm not gonna lie, I'm a little bit scared about that."

"Don't be." I muttered against his lips, before kissing them softly. Jacques' hands traveled down to my butt, squeezing it, before breaking the kiss.

"I see you copied my outfit."

I rolled my eyes, "Well, you only sent me this purple hoodie, so I knew with which shoes I could match it right away." I explained.

"Not you implying I don't spoil you enough." He said and I rolled my eyes again, "...When I was the one that bought you this whole outfit." He pointed out while rubbing my thighs slowly with his fingers.

"I'm not implying anything, but thanks again for sending me those." I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his lips.

"Don't mention it, baby. You love wearing things I give you, so I knew you would wear this outfit today, that's why I got dressed like this as well." He explained and I looked at him in awe.

"You're such a softie." I played with his cheeks but Jack moved his head, "I ain't no soft dude, stop that." I couldn't help but laugh at the sudden change of his expression, making him kiss his teeth.

"Yes you are—" I gasped when he started rubbing me through my leggings and let out a small sigh when he kissed my neck.

I tried to push him back, "Jacques, noooo." I whined but his hands didn't leave my body, as they made their way inside my hoodie.

"Jack, we aren't the only people on this jet."

"Mhm."

"Travis!" I tried to sound serious but I just couldn't, I haven't felt his touch in two weeks.

"I thought I told you not to call me Travis?" We pulled away and I shrugged my shoulders, "I like Travis though, it suits you more sometimes." I confessed and he laughed a little.

"That's weird, but okay."

"What are you doing?" I quickly asked him when he stood up and carried my body.

He walked us into the jet's bedroom and threw me on the bed. He then walked to the door, "Um, ouch?" I took a pillow and tossed it on his head, making him turn around and look at me with a blank expression. I laughed at his face but my laughter soon died down when he jumped on the bed and started throwing more pillows at me.

"You can't beat me." Jacques said between laughs as he pinned me down.

I rolled my eyes at him and managed to hit his face and get on top of him. "Yeah, of course." I grinned and he kissed his teeth.