Addicted 2 Moni

Romantic Getaway

Dewayne POV

<The Next Day – 6:00 AM>

RING RING* RING*

The alarm blares, but I'm already halfway awake, laying on my back with my baby curled up next to me. Harmony stirs, letting out a soft groan. She starts to move, but I pull her in tighter against my chest.

"Wayne, I gotta get ready for work," she mumbles sleepily.

"No you don't. We off today," I say low and slow, pulling the comforter over both of us.

She lifts her head slightly, confused. "WE?"

"Yeah, we. I'm taking you somewhere later, so rest up."

"Where we going? What do I need to pack?"

She tries to get up but I tighten my arm around her waist.

"You don't need anything. Just rest. I got everything covered," I say, planting a kiss on her forehead.

With a soft sigh, she relaxes, wrapping a leg around me and nestling deeper into my chest. We fall back into sleep wrapped in each other.

<12:30 PM>

"Baby, wake up."

I gently shake her shoulder until she stretches and blinks those big green eyes open.

"Mmm, hey...you already dressed?" she yawns, sitting up.

"Yep. Time to get moving. Dress comfortable, we got a long ride ahead."

She pouts but nods. "Where we going?!"

"If you don't get dressed, I'ma leave without you," I call out, smirking as I head to the kitchen.

I start prepping breakfast – omelets, toast, fruit. Simple but filling. I hear the shower running down the hall and smile. She's gonna love this trip. It's everything she deserves and more.

Harmony POV

After my shower, I towel off and tie my robe tight. In the mirror, I diffuse my curls just a bit, letting them fall into soft waves. I throw on a matching red crop top and biker shorts, my white Jordans, and the charm bracelet Dewayne got me. Gold hoops, high bun with curls hanging low. I spritz on my favorite sugar mist and head down the hall.

He's in the kitchen plating our breakfast. When he looks up, I catch that grin.

"Damn, baby. You look good as fuck," he says, walking over.

"Thank you, daddy," I reply, cheeks heating.

"Tryna be my twin, huh?"

"Maybe I like being your mini-me," I tease.

He laughs and kisses me, deep and slow, before he grabs my ass.

"Come on, let's get food in you. I know how your dramatic ass get when you hungry."

"Ha ha, very funny."

Dewayne POV

We pull up to the private airstrip, and I help Harmony out of the car.

"We here, baby."

She looks around and squints. "Um, what airline is this?"

"Ross Airlines," I say, nodding toward the sleek private jet waiting for us.

She freezes, and I notice the color drain from her face.

"Baby...what's wrong?"

"I haven't been on a plane since I left home for here. I—" her voice cracks, and she blinks fast.

I pull her close, wrapping my arms around her. "Aww, damn. You coulda told me. I woulda booked Amtrak."

She sniffles. "You told me last minute, and I just...wanted to make you happy. But seeing it just brought back so much."

Shit. This supposed to be perfect, and I done triggered her. I pull out my phone. "Aight, we don't gotta go. I'll reschedule."

"No. I still wanna go. Just...hold my hand."

She grips my hand tight and leads the way. I smile, proud as hell of how strong she is.

Harmony POV

The pilot meets us at the jet stairs. Clean-cut, older white man with a military posture.

"Good afternoon, Mr. and Ms. Ross. Flight is approximately eleven hours."

Inside the jet, I pause, mouth open.

"Ouuu baby, this is nice."

"Of course it is. I always fly in style. Come on, let's get strapped in."

He lets me have the window seat. I fumble with the belt, hands trembling. Dewayne clicks it for me.

"You okay?"

I nod, but he can see right through it.

The engines start, and I flinch.

"Shhh," he soothes, hand resting on my thigh. I grip the seat as the jet begins to taxi.

"Oh God," I whisper.

He leans in, kissing my neck, distracting me.

"Focus on me, baby," he whispers, slipping his hand under the seatbelt and down into my shorts.

"Wayne...no, not now," I say weakly, thighs clenching.

He chuckles darkly. "Just a little touch. You need to relax."

The plane hits a bump, and I gasp, loosening just enough for his fingers to slide between my folds.

He finds the spot. Just the right amount of pressure. I grip the armrest but slowly start melting.

"That's it, baby. Just breathe. Let daddy take care of you."

The jet lifts off, and I don't even realize we're in the air. I'm too focused on his fingers stroking slow and deep. Too lost in the way his lips brush against my ear.

My thighs tremble. My breath hitches.

I bite down on my lip, trying not to moan too loud.

"See? That wasn't so bad," he whispers, kissing my cheek.

I turn to him, flushed and breathless. "You're evil."

He grins. "Nah. I'm just yours."

And right now, 30,000 feet above the world, I'm starting to believe I might be his too.