Mialotte: Eternal Sweethearts

41. The tables turned

A/N: Some of you dutty freaks know what's going to happen because you all suggested the same thing (pretty impressive ngl! I'm oddly proud that you all share a brain cell.) The stakes and demand are high for this chapter. I'm a bit nervy to post it xo.

Please refrain from reading if adult material upsets you. It's as hot as it was in Mayfair today. Seriously, spent today in office and please don't work in a job which needs you to dress business attire during the summer.

= A continuation of "37. Buonanotte". Mia and Charlotte get ready to board their flight home. The tables truly have turned.

"Nuh uh uh, it's my turn now baby."

"Charlotte, literally what do you mean..?" Mia had frustration creeping into her voice, she was so used to always being in control.

The brunette smirked, her voice firm. "Oh, Mia, you best be prepared and ready for me to slam you down, reverse this, I'll make you beg for mercy."

They weren't fucking yet, they were just playing UNO, waiting for their gate to open. Mind out of the gutter please!

The pair sat in the lounge, playing their cards, enjoying the calm atmosphere that surrounded their heated game. The couple had been playing for longer than anticipated as their flight was slightly delayed.

Eventually, the afternoon came to a point where Mia had just accepted defeat to Charlotte. There were far too many cards in the pack for anyone of the two to win. Charlotte took this as an opportunity to set the record straight.

"Won't be the last time you lose to me when I'm slamming down on a table."

"Christ. Char you make the card game sound like warfare." Mia, as usual, wasn't stepping her best foot forward. She didn't understand it just yet. But she would, soon.

Charlotte leaned over, whispering in Mia's ear, "Time to board, love. Let's see if you're ready for the real game."

"All right, all right, I'm not losing next round."

"You will be, I'm certain."

Mia smirked, this definitely wasn't over cards anymore.

Mia's eyes sparkled with excitement and curiosity. They gathered their belongings and made their way to the gate, where they joined the fast lane for business class.

Once settled into their plush luxurious pod, Charlotte couldn't help but notice the knowing look in Mia's eyes. The anticipation between them was electric, making the mundane pre-flight routine of announcements and safety checks feel charged with unspoken promises.

"Enjoy the flight," the attendant said, handing them their drinks.

"Oh we will, thank you." Mia replied, her gaze now locked to Charlotte. Intrigued.

The flight took off smoothly, and the cabin lights dimmed for the overnight journey. Charlotte glanced at the bar area, a plan forming in her mind. She leaned close to Mia, her lips brushing against her ear. "Follow me to the bar in ten minutes. Trust me."

Mia raised an eyebrow but nodded, attempting to mask the curiosity bubbling inside her.

Charlotte made her way to the bar area and spotted a flight attendant. With a confident front, she motioned for the attendant to come closer.

"Excuse me darling," Charlotte began, her voice firm and resolute. "I need a favour."

The flight attendant looked curious but professional. "Yes, ma'am? How can I assist you?"

Charlotte reached into her bag and pulled out a cash envelope, discreetly handing it to the attendant. "£2,000 for the next 45 minutes. Make sure no one comes through here. I am buying your silence. No one can know."