SILHOUETTE

Chapter 21 [M]

TW: fluff?? and international love making 🫠

"Babe, we are going to be late. The driver is downstairs, do you have the p-." Jordan called out in between yawning. He  looked around at the countless luggage. Now he knew that overpacking was her thing because what the hell was three luggages solely hers needed for?

He knew that they would be gone for majority of the summer but got damn. Simone walked out rubbing lotion on her knees and Jordan rose a brow. He checked his watch seeing that it was around 5am which was normal waking time for him anyway. Was it too early to sin.

"Passports, absolutely. I surely do not trust you with them."

She had holders for them and everything. She made sure she tripled checked on that as well as making sure they were good on international calls and anything else while they were gone. She was such a wife.

"Can she breathe?" He looked at her with a grin across his facial features.

"What are you talking abo - I am not about to play with you this damn early."  Her shorts might've been coochie cutters but she wasn't trying to be in an airport wearing pajamas.

"That was funny and you know it, trying to suffocate my girl, let me free her!" He grabbed half of the luggage. One would really think they were moving.

"You gotta earn your rights to bother her, let's go!"  She shoved him out the door setting his alarm.

"The dick is international don't worry. Wait, how the hell do you even know my code?" He swerved his hips snapping his fingers.

"First of all Mr. Baker, stop embarrassing me, there are cameras. Secondly, don't ask  me questions before 10 am." Simone tucked in her lip to keep from laughing.

She locked his door double checking it, she fixed her snapback on her head seeing Jordan wiggling his free hand waiting for her to take it. He was hilarious without even trying. Closing the trunk, Jordan opened the passenger door seeing Simone about to get in the back.

"AHT! What are you doing miss thing?" He squinted at Simone.

"Getting in the back." She in an obvious tone , closing the door just for him to open it again.

"Get in the front." He motioned to the passenger seat.

"Sir. You are six feet and two fucking inches. I am fine." Simone said buckling herself in.

"Not y'all arguing about who sits where.. y'all are so damn married, Get in the damn car Jordan." Liv was already driving them out of the kindness of her heart.

"No. Not until she gets in the front, I'll be fine." Jordan repeated using her words against her.

"You are nobody's father sir. Sit your ass down in the front so we can go." Simone sighed, closing the back door leaning against the window.

Jordan pushed the passenger seat up and closed the door.  He  opened the back door and slide in next to his girlfriend seeing her eyes blink in disbelief. He buckled his seat belt and adjusted himself comfortable laying his head on her shoulder.

"Step on it sister!" Jordan ordered.

"Sir." Simone moved over

"Ma'am." Jordan scooted over, dropping his arm around her leaving a sloppy kiss on her face.

"This Wendy's is not big enough you my man."

"My man my man my man, exactly, whose ya daddy?!!"

"Robert Hicks!" She smiled seeing his deadpan expression.