The Baby Blue Bentley {Russell Westbrook}

Chapter XXXVII

I shoved my carry-on bag one final time, as it finally smushed into the overhead compartment, as I closed it with satisfaction. I sighed with relief, removing my sunglasses and sitting in my first class seat. I sat down and buckled up, texting Russell to tell him that the plane was beginning to take off and I would miss him so much and to wish him luck on his upcoming games. I was sad I couldn't attend, but I had major business to deal with. Business that Russell didn't know about, which was also eating away at me.

Daddy Russ❤️: Have a good flight, baby. I promise I will win all the games for you. I'll be thinking about you the whole game. Well, I can never stop thinking about your beautiful, freaky ass. I love you. Oh, and, don't masturbate too much while you're missing my dick, make sure to send me many... pictures from your hotel room.😉

I laughed out loud from the message, shaking my head and turning my phone off as the pilot was about to announce take off. "What's so funny?" I heard a voice ask next to me. A familiar voice. I really hoped it wasn't who I thought it was. I looked up to see Sean, putting his bag into the overhead and sitting down next to me. I watched him steadily and took a deep breath, closing my eyes.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," I groaned, opening the window and looking out of it. He reached over me and pulled the window down, so it became dark again.

"Sorry, I just really don't like the light," He said with a smirk on his face.

"Smart ass," I mentioned underneath my breath. I folded my arms and stared straight ahead.

"So, you gonna tell me what was so funny?" He asked.

"Russell just texted me about something really nasty we did last night," I smiled and bit my lower lip. His smirk instantly disappeared and he rolled his eyes, slamming his buckle into the other part of the seatbelt. "Aren't you on tour, anyways? Why are you on a plane to LA?"

"Why do you care?" He snapped, blowing out and taking his phone out. I didn't even bother to respond, as I looked out of the window to see the plane beginning to back out of the gate. I closed my eyes and kept my arms folded. I heard a shrill noise and opened my eyes and looked over to see Sean pulling the curtains around our first class seats closed.

"Hell no," I reached over and pulled them back, not letting him close it. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Trying to fucking sleep without people bothering me," He snapped again. I could tell clearly he was annoyed. "I don't want people coming up to me and asking for autographs. I know you don't have that problem." I rolled my eyes and let go of the curtains, letting him close it. I tried to take a soothing deep breath, but this was overwhelming. Being trapped in a small space, a mile in the air, for two and a half hours with my ex boyfriend was not what I was considering to be fun. "Why are you so anxious? Do I just got that affect on you that Russell don't got?"

I laughed and shook my head, "Boy, if you knew everything Russell could do to me, you would never even try to speak to me again."

That smirk instantly disappeared again. "Oh, so it's like that—"

I interrupted him with a question. "You know one thing I really don't understand? Why the hell are you with my sister if you don't even love her?" The plane began to accelerate and I knew we were getting ready for takeoff. It blasted off at an incredible speed down the run way, ready to fly.

"Why are you going to LA?" He asked, avoiding my personal question.

"You didn't answer my question," I replied.

"You told Russell you were just going to visit, didn't you?" He pried, glaring at me. "You're not going to visit, though, are you? You're going to get your apartment back."