Scared To Love You Again

50

Leila

I flew directly back to the states with Damian on his private jet. Growing up in a rich family household definitely has its perks and advantages. I know it's back to reality as soon as we get home. There's still so much that we need to discuss, but I'm incredibly jet lagged at the moment. And I think I just fell on my period.

"You okay?" He asked, noticing my uncomfortable shifting in my seat.

"Mm. Cramping."

"I think the attendant might have some Tylenol for you." Damian calls on one of the associates.

This gorgeous Italian woman approached. "Signor Romano?" They exchanged a few words before she trails off to go retrieve my necessities. When she comes back, she's carrying a tray with orange juice and medicine along with a bowl of cut up fruit.

"Grazie." Displaying a smile of appreciation. It quickly fades when she nods then drags her hand across Damian's shoulder as she disappears to the cockpit. "What the hell was that?" I asked him nonchalantly.

"What?"

"What you mean "what"? Why she just grab you like that?"

He throws his head back against the seat. "Are we really about to do this right now?"

"Why not? Don't want me to embarrass you in front of another one of your little thot pockets?"

"Leila... she's just an associate."

"I got "dumb bitch" written across my fuckin' forehead? Did you fuck her too?"

His quick silence answers my question. "Baby, it happened once... when I got out."

"And you got this bitch smiling in my face?" Eww. I moved the tray of food to the side.

"You're not gonna eat? I thought you didn't feel good."

"I don't know that bitch like that. For all I know she could've spit in it." I sat back and folded my arms.

I chuckled, shaking his head at my mannerisms. "You gonna sit there and act like a child or are we gonna talk about it?"

"Hmm. Let me think... throw a tantrum orrr argue about your irrelevant ass side bitches." I began to sarcastically way my options. "Looks like I'm gonna have to go with team childish for 200, Alex. Excuse me." I rose to my feet.

"Where the fuck you think you're going?" He asked aggressively.

"Somewhere that's not here." I stormed off to the back room, pulling the curtain over. I fell onto the plush bed. I curled into a ball as my cramps start whooping my ass again. I probably should've took the medicine before I made my dramatic exit. Fuck that, I can duke this out. We only have like... two and a half hours left. That ain't no problem.

I let five long minutes go by, "ughhh I can't take it no more." I rushed back to the main area and in mid stride, Damian sticks the small bottle of medicine out for me to take. I cleared my throat, swallowing my pride. "Thank you."

"Mhm."

I turned on my feet, but stopped and realized in order for the Tylenol to work, I have to eat something first. Oh, fuck. "Can, uh, I have the-."

He hands me the whole tray with one hand.

"Thanks."

"Mhm." He says again. Now he the one with the attitude. Sassy much? How the fuck you mad cause I'm mad that I had to be around one of your little tricks. Whatever. I had head back to my side of the plane.