° FLASHBACK °
- 11:34 am-
Fanning myself whilst heading out of the Lauderdale Airport , I scanned the room for my ride.
Hollywood was nothing compared to Mauritius where I come from.
The chatters of excited tourists were endless and it covered every corner of the city.
Back home , everyone would be working hard now , and ready to break by 12 to 2. Here, it seems like theres hardly anytime to break.
These females was looking hella hot, with well designed 6 packs , glowing skin and covered in extravagant swimwears with 20 inches long weaves blowing by in the wind .
Men also looked sharp with broad shoulders, biceps, nicely formed calves, tall with natural and delicious skin tan and drop dead hair cuts .
The breeze was mild.
The sky was light baby blue, and there wasn't a cloud in sight. Light oozed from sun , and green branching trees were sheds for many , and the vegetation on either sides of the stone path complemented the restaurants's decors.
It looked like an ideal music video set , and I really liked it.
So, why I'm I here ? That is the question.
Other than for a refreshing holiday and new starting point, I flew all the way over to California for my cousin Masika.
She's recently given birth to her first daughter and to say that she's struggling with the whole mommy thing would be an understatement.
So, I voluntereed to help her, always gotta look out for family you know.
I have no kids of my own I've just got experience with my younger siblings so I know a couple tricks and tip that could help her. Plus she'll be starting on LHH soon and I know she prefers a family member rather than a stranger looking after her daughter whilst she be stacking them bands. .
Now, this takes us back to me, still seating in the airport's waiting room, exhausted from this 2 days flight.
Masika promised me a driver to get me back to hers , but that nigga aint no where to be seen which frankly is annoying, because I need a real nice bath right about now.
In Boredom , my attention was diverted to the man standing by the glass doors.
He was a real tall nigga, with dreadlocks that stopped about his neck. , dyied a dirty blonde color. His whole body was full of tattoos, even on his face and he wore thick goldchains around his neck.
He had big cute lips, and a plastered goofy look on his face.
That was attractive.
What was even more attractive was the way he starred at me like he was trynna figure my soul out. And so I started to fiddled with my Iphone 8 seeing him walk towards me.
He's walk too was attractive.
I sat up, looking straight past ; too intimidated to hold eye contact with his long figure , but there was no way avoiding him when he stopped right infront of me.
" Aida right ?"
The first words he uttered from his pink lips.
I looked at him suprised. We'd never met so I was taken back.
" pardon me? "
I replied.
" you're Aida aren't you? "
" Yes, yes I am. "
" Fetty, nice to meet you. I'm Masika's baby daddy."
He reached for my hands and so I shook his, a bit too excitedly.
