Fire and Desire

Chapter 23

My flight to London was to be a cool 6 hours.

I'd hurriedly packed what I'd needed into my LV case and was out the door within a couple hours.

No one had texted or called so i assumed they were busy doing what they were doing.

Fraternising with whom they wished.

I needn't delay or hang around.

I had to get out.

Admittedly, I spent a good while deciding whether to write Aubrey a note. I wasn't leaving him so in hindsight it was better I didn't, but instead i was leaving whatever situation this was.

After rolling my case in and out of the gold decorated elevator, I sheepishly strolled across the foyer. I was dressed in a dark jumpsuit and black hi-top converses. Dark shades covered my eyes as I hadn't had time to do my makeup.

So be it.

The ever-so-attentive workers watched me, calling out asking if I needed any help with my luggage. The last thing I wanted was fuss.

Attention.

Not right now.

Not when I was trying to leave the damn country.

After politely declining every request with a sorry excuse for a smile slapped on my face, I summoned a cab from down the grand stairs.

I didn't want to take one of the cars that had been hired for us and left for me and then have the driver tell any of the guys where I was going.

Sometimes a little privacy went a long way.

The journey was quiet. Long and quiet.

I found myself sitting in cabs alone on the way to airports more than the average person. Not been flown out by the hottest rappers and going to meet them but flying away from the hottest rapper.

More paying for flights a few hours before departure. This was quickly becoming a habit for me that I needed to kick. Maybe it was time to face up to problems instead of running away like a bitch.

And I know what you're thinking.

Any issue she flees.

I know it. You know it. We all know it. This could be a nothing that I'm turning into something. But there shouldn't have been a nothing in the first place.

Guess I learned from Aubrey, huh?

As I approached the desk, I requested to fly commercial as to not draw attention to myself, but oh how I craved the luxury of first class.

Oh how I craved some respect from my other half.

I kept to myself in the short hours before boarding. I hadn't eaten in hours but anxiety was filling my stomach. I was anxious about Aubrey discovering I was gone. I was anxious about flying.

Squashed up against the window in my seat I was deep in thought.

Questioning myself and my life choices.

I mean...I'd like to think I'm decent person.

If not a great ass person.

Got my head screwed on right, know what I want in life. Didn't have the sturdiest upbringing but I knew right from wrong and what I should expect and accept for myself as a woman in this day and age.