Fire and Desire

Chapter 18

*5 months later*

5 months. 20 weeks. Too fucking long.

It had been 140 days since she called me on some woman to woman shit.

Talking about "we need to talk". Uh, please.

But contrary to her 'woman' references, she still hadn't reached out to me.

And I wasn't going to chase her.

Chase her for what?

Robyn was many things but stupid was most definitely not one of them. She could call me in the shower but couldn't call me to have lunch or grab a drink and maybe spill whatever was on her fucking mind?

In the last five months she'd been popping up to his shows and making awkward conversation with me like we go way back.

The only thing that goes back is my ass on my mans dick.

Not her ass, but mine.

I was done with Robyn and we had not even started.

Once the shows had finished she come from her little booth area, where she would be showing up and showing out, going hard as hell to his songs, and come and hug me, staring at me afterwards with her piercing green eyes, as if she had something to say.

Lies to tell.

Stories to weave.

I wasn't about to ask her what she had to say because frankly I didn't care.

But..

What could it be?

As I sat in the first class lounge at LAX with the team, my mind was racing through all the possible scenarios.

Was she still fucking Aubrey after all this time?

Even though I was led to believe it was PR?

Was he cheating?

Was he leaving?

Was she pregnant?

Pushing these noodles around in the bowl infront of me kept me from externally broadcasting my inner most thoughts. I slumped back in the chair as I slipped in one of my headphones.

As I looked up, I caught Aubrey watching me intensely.

Even though there was 11 of us in the room- Jas, CJ, Mark, 40, Chubbs, Gelo, Oliver, Jonny and Habibiz - for some strange reason - it felt as if it was just us sitting in the lounge.

His eyes were telling an unreadable story and I'm sure mine were reciprocating that just as well. A smile flickered across his lips as he broke our stare.

He glanced up back at me and mouthed "I love you".

"I love you too." I mouthed back, smitten with his gorgeous face.

The Emirates staff walked through our reconnected gaze and broke it right off. Jas and CJ began to laugh as they saw annoyance wash over my face.

"Both of y'all better shut the fuck up, I swear it's not funny!!" I whined.

Unfortunately that sent them into more laughter and seemingly sparked everyone else off. My face flushed red with embarrassment. I didn't want to look like a fighter bitch in such a cordial place. I had to reserve that for when someone crossed me.

Then I'd really bring out some fight.

"Gentleman," the first stewardess started, "erm..and lady," the second stewardess cut in as she noticed my stoney face, "your flight is ready for boarding would you all kindly follow me?"

I picked up my Louis and slung it over my shoulder, I was dressed super casual in fitted navy OVO leggings and a matching hoodie with a leather jacket. It wasn't even cold but I guess I had adopted Aubrey's tendency to dress like its -12C everywhere, so I was layered up.

He looked cute in a black white and grey Versace tracksuit and White OVO Jordan's. His beard was freshly cut and his hair was growing out again, just the way I liked it.

He was looking like a whole snack.

And he was all mine to devour.

We followed out into the tunnel, Aubrey had dropped back to talk with Chubbs while Jas, Mark and I messed around telling loud jokes and laughing way too loud.

The boys aided in making trips like this such great memories. They were all different personalities but the blended together so well, my OVO family.

First Class Emirates was something out of a magazine. Gold interiors, individual booths, gold and black speckled granite tops. Truly breathtaking.

As the boys settled into their booths, I found Aubrey up front who had booked us a double booth further away from the boys. I took this as an opportunity to have my way with him.

He turned and faced me as I walked up the aisle.

"You okay baby?" He asked, unnecessarily concerned.

I laughed him off and quickly let him know my intentions, slipping my hand down his track suit pants and watching the weakness flitter across his caramel face.

"Better than good." I said, bringing him down to his seat.

He let out low moans into my neck as I climbed on top of him, wrapping one arm around his neck and keeping the other warm down his sweats, stroking my fingers up and down his length.

"Ready to join the Mile High Club : Abu Dhabi edition?"