Hold You Down

Chapter Thirty | Own It

Chapter Thirty x Own It 

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Next time we fuck, I don't want to fuck, I want to make love

Next time we talk, I don't want to just talk, I want to trust

Next time I stand tall , I want to be standing for you

And next time I spend ,I want it all to be for you - Drake

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Essence

"Money, where are we going?" I asked as we pulled up to the same familiar field that we had taken off from when we went to Cuba. The plane was situated perfectly on the pavement and the pilot was standing outside of it with the door already opened and waiting for us to get inside. I looked next to me at Money and he smirked as he parked the car. His hand grabbed onto my inner thigh and he squeezed gently before releasing. I groaned inside at the thought of getting on yet another plane. He knew how I felt about this, yet he still had me doing it.

"You'll see," he replied and got out of the car in a swift motion. I followed his lead and climbed out of the car following behind him. He walked over and shook hands with the pilot and then gave him a fat ass orange envelope. I'm positive that it was filled with money.

"That's half of what I'm payin' you, you'll get the rest when we touch back down here." Money told him and the man grinned, then stuffed it inside of his suit pocket. He then went on to fetch our bags from the trunk of the car. I crossed my arms over my chest and simply stared at Money. I wanted to be stubborn and not get on this damn plane, but I wouldn't test him right now. In the end, I'd still end up on there anyway, so why fight it?

From my understanding, we were driving to some place for a small getaway, not flying somewhere. When he said make it up to me, I didn't think it would be this extreme. I had no idea where he was taking me, I just hope it was some place warmer than Miami. I packed warm clothes and a few pair of pants. I liked to have a variety when I go places, so that took 2 suitcases for me, while Money had a simple duffle bag.

"Come on," he said and grabbed a hold onto one of my wrist. He gently pulled me along behind him. I held the edge of my burgundy maxi dress in one hand as I walked in front of Money up the stairs. I went inside of the plane and was about to plop down onto the couch, but Money stopped me. He sat down first and pulled me onto his lap. His arms locked around my waist as he looked up at me with those curious brown eyes. I simply rested back onto his chest and closed my eyes. I could feel myself tensing up and the damn thing hadn't even moved yet.

"Money, you didn't have to do all of this." I said as I looked back at him and fiddled with the Rolex that sat firmly on his wrist that was situated around me. He smacked his lips and turned me so I could see his face, my back then met with the armrest of the couch and my legs were across the leather as well.

"Aye, I'm takin' you on this getaway to make up for the shit I did, so Ima' do whatever I feel is good enough for my lady. I love you girl, you just don't know how fuckin' happy I am to even be sittin' here wit' another opportunity to be wit' you. For that reason, I'm finna' ball out, no limit to this trip, just because you deserve it all. You're worth so much more than this shit, but I'm makin' it up to you. I love you shorty, don't ever forget that." he said as he looked directly into my eyes. I could see the emotions radiating off of him for once and it felt damn good to see.

"I love you too baby," I smiled and kissed the side of his face. He was on a role with these sweet words and things. They were something, but I'm not as naïve as most females. I may be a little, but I'm far from stupid. There is no doubt in my mind that his words aren't true, but there is still a part of me that has my guard up this time around. Hopefully I can allow that barrier to fall, just like it did 3 years ago when we met.