Dickmatized Dainty

42• Lázuri Niah Scott

 
 
"Why can't you tell me how long we'll be away?" I asked for the thousandth time.

He looks between me and his ringing phone as he decides on who or what to acknowledge first.

Looking away from him, my frown deepens and I went seated at the end of the deck away from him.

Knowing mih deh wid a business man, mih affi mek sacrifices. This minute he's available and the next he's not.

Nine times out of ten, I'll really be waiting for answers that even he is unaware of.

Beyú did say André will be worst than Zyair with traveling.

She wanted to deal with her parents divorce and legal issues pertaining to hers and Keynoashman's rights so she couldn't travel with him. During then he was barely communication and it was the worst.

Now I see why.

It's never all fun and games, more like work the days away.

He accepted the call and I watched from afar as he stares back at me. The eye contact was broken when he looked towards the dock where a lady and a man are approaching the yacht.

I could've stayed on the island but he said he needed me.

How will you need me when your phone and other devices are going off even during a call. An the way he keeps switching between languages are crazy.

He ends the call and stood there in his rich glory as he greets the lady and nods to the man. They spoke and I completely blank out their conversation as if I had selective hearing.

They did look in my direction and waved but I only responded with a smile then looks away as the stewardess came and brought them inside.

Great, more people on the yacht.

"Are you ready for the drink, Miss Zuri?" Another stewardess came and asked.

"Only if it's alcohol." I smiled and she did too, knowing that I'm playing.

She pulls out a juice box from her pocket and I laughed, thanking her before she walks away.

I pops the straw in and sips, bit by bit.

André is on another call so I got up and went inside. Curling up on the couch with my focus was now on one of the many books I requested.

The captain made his announcement and I tuned him out even.

It wasn't until I was way out at sea that I got away to have a little privacy.

Locked in the bathroom, I pulled out the items that Little Saint got me from his so-called generation generator as he named his special first aid kit.

I took the boxes from the brown paper bag and it reveals what it was. Three different brands of pregnancy test.

Getting down to business, I tore the top off the juice box I kept a hold on and peed a bit in it.

One box had a little suction thing so I squeezed the pee on the areas and waited.

Killing time by humming, a way to help me through this process.

I've been going around in circles for too long.

Acting oblivious to the fact.

Playing the fool to catch the wise and it worked.

It's amusing how a man who understands security let's me get pass with certain things through action or even trusting Saint Junior.

Even I know little Saint's security is Top Notch and Top Tier.