Chapter 15
Shay-Lee
I took off my shoes and stretched my legs forward, making myself comfortable in my first-class cabin, while Jordan did the same in the one beside mine. While air traveling, I almost always used my jet, but since we had to make a stop in Tokyo, as there wasn’t a direct flight from LAX to Thailand, I didn’t want to bother myself with all the bureaucracy and time wasting of getting fuel and whatnot. And when flying commercially, I’d often pick an airline that offered private suites; in this case, since we were limited on time, I had to make concessions and settle for a simple first-class cabin. It was shameful, I know, but I made up for this horror with the royal suite I booked us in the best resort Thailand had to offer. Was paying thirty grand per night considered a flex? Well, I hoped so, as one of the small pleasures I had left in my poor life was to waste my father’s money on shit like that.
Since there was still some time before takeoff, I pulled out my phone to catch up with work emails. While I was in desperate need of a vacation, I also had tons of work to finish. The Renieri show was only getting closer with each passing week, and I was still far behind with everything. Thankfully, I did manage to grab a few spare minutes with Vito the other day, right before he flew to Milan. He loved where I was going with my designs and encouraged me to start casting models. As if I could even bring myself to think of models.
Thanks to one sexy Colombian, my head was a total mess, which made working a whole lot harder. Hopefully, a week away would help me reset.
“Would you like anything to drink, sir?” the flight attendant asked Jordan.
Looking up from my phone, I eyed her. She was sexy, with dark black hair and on-point makeup that matched her uniform. If I didn’t know Jordan was gay AF, I might have been jealous of the flirty smile she just gave him.
While my handsome fiancé ordered himself a glass of white wine, I went back to my phone.
“There you go,” he said after she left, and I looked at the glass in his hand.
“You didn’t get one for yourself?” I asked him after taking the offered drink.
“Nah. The first flight is going to be fifteen hours long. I plan on taking sleeping pills,” he explained while fixing the headphones he recently bought around his neck. “Are you sure you don’t want to take one yourself?”
One thing that hadn’t changed over the years was my inability to sleep properly. If any, my condition had worsened, with nightmares I’d rather not think about. So even though it was my sleeping pills he planned on taking, I preferred not to use them. I liked being alert while traveling, especially when Jordan was planning on sleeping like a log.
“One of us should be awake just in case, babe.”
“Sure.”
His phone buzzed, and he pulled it out of his pocket. Since the partition between our cabinets was lowered, I tilted my head and peeked at his screen.
“Is that Dylan texting you?” I asked while he typed back .
“Yeah. He wished us a good flight.”
Pouting my lips, I poked Jordan’s cheek. “When am I going to meet this friend of yours?”
“We can invite him over when we’re back.”
“Do you have a picture of him?”
He snorted. “Why would I have a picture of him?”
Studying his handsome profile, I shrugged. “You have pictures of me.”
Jordan’s full lips stretched into a sexy smile before he turned to face me, his ocean eyes gleaming with joy. “That’s because you’re my fiancé.” He then leaned closer and was ready to kiss me when loud voices in the back of the plane interrupted us.
“ Ugh .” I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my drink. “The problem with flying commercial is the economy class and the peasants traveling there.”
Jordan chuckled. “You’re so mean sometimes, babe.”
Putting my glass aside, I was ready to go back to kissing him when the voices got louder, and I turned around to see the source of this annoyance.
“Holy shit! I’ve never flown first class! Thank God Soren paid for this. Babydoll, come check this out. It’s like a spaceship in here!”
My eyes widened as I watched fucking Jessie walking down the aisle with Levi right behind him.
“What the—” I dropped my hand from around Jordan as Miles and Andrei joined them.
“Watch it, Andrei! This suitcase costs more than your school tuition, so don’t just drag it like that, or it will get ruined,” Miles complained while Andrei grunted something after picking up the damn suitcase in his arms.
Feeling like my heart was in my throat, I watched them with wide eyes, my nerves standing on end as I waited for him to show up.
Is this actually happening?
Their little gang still hadn’t noticed Jordan and me as we sat on the other side of the plane, but still. I was almost hopeful that it might just be an unfortunate coincidence and that Camilo wasn’t behind this shit when I saw the flight attendant who served us earlier walking behind Andrei, who was the last to step in. I relaxed in my seat, feeling a bit better, until I heard his voice, and my hair stood on end.
“Watch it, sweetheart,” Camilo told the flight attendant, whose face turned red as he helped her put one of Miles’s suitcases in the overhead bins.
Sweetheart ? Why the fuck would he call her sweetheart? I narrowed my eyes at them just as they turned to look my way, as the stupid flight attendant pointed at the empty cabin two rows ahead of me.
The second my eyes crossed with Camilo’s, I swore I saw red.
“You gotta be shitting me,” I hissed, clenching my fists together and putting my shoes back on.
“Shay-Lee?” Jordan, who looked too relaxed for the situation with his calm face, asked once I got to my feet.
“We’re getting off this plane,” I ordered him, eyes focused on Camilo, who was making his way toward us.
Dressed in a black jogger tracksuit, a baseball cap of the same color pulled low on his head, and headphones around his thick neck, he looked sinfully sexy. The fact this was my first thought was a problem in itself, as instead of freaking out that he was here, crashing on Jordan’s and my vacation, I thought he was hot.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuckkk.
I opened the overhead bin, ready to pull my suitcase out, when Camilo stopped before me.
“Ain’t this a nice coincidence?” He smiled, reached his hand up, and blocked me from taking my luggage out.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I hissed, forgetting about the stupid suitcase.
Playing dumb, he frowned. “Looks like I’m going to drink some mai tais in Thailand. What about you?” He then turned to Jordan, who also stood up. “What’s up, Jordy?”
“You’re so out of line,” I snapped, my temples throbbing with rage.
Clearly enjoying this moment, Camilo smirked and brought his eyes back to me. “What’s the problem? The more the merrier, no?”
“Babe, it’s okay. You don’t need to get so upset.”
Shocked, I darted my eyes to Jordan. With a soft smile on his lips, he seemed surprisingly unfazed, which left me stunned.
“Hear him, babe ? It’s fine we’re here,” Camilo mocked, but I ignored him as I kept my attention on Jordan.
“Are you serious right now?”
Not giving Camilo the attention he wanted, Jordan focused on me. “You wanted to go on this trip so bad. So don’t let anything get in our way.”
“That’s an interesting choice of words,” I heard Camilo muttering before I leaned closer to Jordan.
“You don’t care he’s going to be there?” I asked, lowering my voice.
Cupping my face in his palms, Jordan kept me close. “I trust you, babe, and I want to do whatever you want. We can get off this plane or not. I’m good either way.” While speaking, he stroked my skin with his thumbs. The small gesture somehow relaxed me, and I looked down while thinking about what to do. If I got off this plane, then Camilo would win. If I didn’t get off, he’d also win, but at least then, I’d be able to drown my fury with all-you-could-eat pad thai.
Clearly, the decision was easy.
“You’re right.” I nodded, looking up at Jordan’s comforting eyes. Besides, if Camilo wanted to crash our romantic getaway, I’d make sure he got a handful of romance that would last him for a lifetime.
“You’re so perfect, boo ,” I told Jordan before I closed the distance between us and pressed my lips to his. He kissed me back, and pleased, I grabbed his hoodie and pulled him closer into a slutty kiss. Parting those full lips of his, I slid my tongue in, making sure to groan into Jordan’s mouth as I did .
Once done, I pulled back and wiped the corner of my lips while glancing at Camilo, who still stood in the aisle.
“Are you done?” He faked a smile.
“Not even close,” I snarled, then poked the inside of my cheek with my tongue while checking him out. “I thought you were afraid of flying.” I shifted aside just a bit so he could pass toward his seat.
“I’ve gone through worse.”
“Ouch!” I snapped as he stamped on my foot despite the fact I’d just cleared the aisle for him. “You—”
“Babe,” Jordan said, taking my hand in his and bringing it to his lips. “Just relax, okay?”
Biting my lip, I forced myself to do as he said, or else the next fifteen hours would be hell.
Things were fine for the first few hours of the flight while Jordan was still awake. We watched a movie, talked, ate, and even did a face mask to fight the plane’s dry air. But since he took those damn sleeping pills, leaving me by myself, I was bored as fuck. By now, eight hours into the flight, Jordan’s snores got on my nerves. Tired, I shut the partition between us, then put on my headphones and tried focusing on the movie I’d started three times already. Even with my seat adjusted down into a bed, I was uncomfortable and kept shifting around.
As unsettledness continued to nip at me, I adjusted my seat up and took off my headphones. Since it was night outside, the lights inside the plane were dim, and it was rather silent except for the humming sounds of the moving airplane. That was, until I heard a hushed chuckle. Curiosity got the better of me, and I opened my cabin door to peek outside, not at all surprised to see our flight attendant looming over Camilo’s seat while giggling like a thirteen-year-old, yet again. She’d been all over him since we took off, and from the glimpse of a smile I caught on Camilo’s face, I highly doubted he dealt with any sort of flying anxiety. And if he did, well, I bet this attentive bitch would help him ease his mind.
Returning to my boring movie, I put my headphones back on and managed to focus on it for exactly two minutes before I glanced outside again to find the ho was still standing there. With her fingers running through her ponytail, she pointed at her name tag, which was right on her boob. I rolled my eyes. A cheap trick like that wouldn’t work on Camilo. That lady had also flirted with Jordan earlier; only when she did that, I didn’t care. Why? Because my Jordan loved cocks exclusively. Camilo, on the other hand… didn’t. He loved women, didn’t he? After all, he used to fuck them all the time. Including our horrible school principal and all those dirty skanks in the club. And in the time we’d been apart, who knew how many pussies he’d nailed. With a face and a dick like his, I’d bet my money girls stood in line to take a seat.
Feeling bitter, I glanced aside to find my wineglass empty. Fuck . If I wanted a refill, I’d have to call the flight attendant, who was still tossing herself all over Camilo, and that would make me look pathetic. Closing my eyes, I decided my best option would be to try and catch some sleep. If only it were that easy. The second I heard the sound of footsteps, followed by low whispering, my eyes snapped open, and I looked ahead in time to see Camilo following that stupid flight attendant to the front of the plane, where not only was there a small lounge but also the lavatory.
Son of a bitch.
Did he plan on joining the mile-high club like a common whore? My blood spiked with anger, and I clenched my jaw. To think a part of me pitied the guy and his fear of planes—which he clearly didn’t have. Not to mention the nerve he had to take a complete stranger for a quick fuck while I was practically in the same space. For over a month now, he’d been chasing me around, pretending to be a lovestruck pup, while clearly, it was all an act, given the fact he was probably rubbing his dick over this flight attendant’s clit right fucking now.
Without thinking twice, I got up. Tossing my headphones onto my seat, I then stomped my way up the aisle and toward where those perverts went. First, I would make sure to get that bitch ass fired; then, I would cut Camilo’s dick off and shove it down his throat. That would teach him right. Walking quietly, I reached the curtain that separated the first class and the small lounge and snuck in. Earlier, when I came here to get a cup of coffee, a few more people, including flight attendants, stood here. Now, the place was empty. Since most of the passengers were asleep, it wasn’t a surprise, and typically, at some point during long flights, some of the cabin crew also got a small break. All that and more made it the perfect setting for a quickie in the bathroom, right?
With my jaw tensed, I glanced at the toilet stall and the little red sign that read Occupied.
Occupied my ass.
I gritted my teeth and walked toward it, stopping right in front of the stall. Anger I couldn’t explain rushed through me, and I breathed through my nose, ready to kick the door down when it opened, and I was face-to-face with Camilo.
It took him a second to glance at me, and once our eyes met, his brows rose. “What ya doing here?” he asked, his voice rough.
I quickly peeked over his freakishly big body and into the small stall, searching for that bitch.
“I should ask you the same thing, asshole,” I snarled, still trying to check if perhaps she was hiding. Annoyed, I pushed him out of my way and walked inside to see it was empty.
“If you wanted to piss that bad, you could have just said so.”
“Fuck off.” I turned to look at him. “You went in here with that slutty flight attendant. I fucking saw you.”
“You mean that chick who went into the cockpit?”
My eyes snapped to his. “She what now?”
Moving his hand over his jaw, he snorted. “She went to check if the pilots needed anything. Why? What’s the problem?” His brows peaked up, and he grinned like a jackass. “You thought I came here to fuck her? ”
“No.”
“Liar.”
I tried getting out of the stall when he blocked the way. “Are you jealous, kitten?”
My nostrils flared. “I’m not—”
Before I could finish protesting, Camilo closed the door behind him, locking us inside the cabin.
“What are you doing?” I gasped, trying to reach for the lock, when he pushed me backward until the back of my knees hit the toilet. “It stinks in here. Open the door. Now.”
Reaching forward, Camilo hooked his fingers in the waistband of my joggers and pulled me close until my body clashed with his.
“Ouch,” I pouted before he slid his hand to the small of my back, keeping me close.
“You followed me here ’cause you were jealous. Didn’t you?” he drawled, his deep voice awakening all of the demons in my body.
“I didn’t. I just had to take a piss.”
“So go ahead.” He spun me so I’d face the toilet, his big hands slipping lower down my waist.
My cheeks flared with heat, and I bit my lip with embarrassment.
“I-I no longer have to,” I muttered when he snorted and turned me back around to face him.
“What did you think I was doing to her in here?” He grabbed my jaw, forcing my chin up. When I kept quiet, he let go and moved his hand to my lower stomach, softly caressing my abs. My skin burned under his touch, and I held my breath as he leaned down, his lips grazing the shell of my ear. “You imagine my fingers going up her tight little skirt?” He dragged his hand down my body until his fingers slipped underneath the waistband of my joggers. I hushed a moan once he went south and reached the strip of skin right above the root of my dick. “Tell me, Llorón, was she wet as I shoved my fingers up her pussy?”
A low moan escaped me when he grabbed my dick, and I closed my eyes, my body burning underneath my clothes .
“C-Camilo. Stop—” I flattened my palm on his chest at the same time I thrust my dick into his fist, trying to ease my ache with the friction of his hand.
“Why? We were in the middle of a guided imagination exercise,” he chuckled while moving his hand inside my pants in tormenting long strokes. “You were about to tell me how I fucked that lady.” He bit my ear. “Was she moaning like you are right now?”
Stifling my reaction, I shook my head while leaning against him. He was so warm, and thirsty to have more of him, I nuzzled my nose in his neck so his scent would be the only thing to surround me.
“S-stop teasing me,” I hissed in a choked voice. With the way he moved his hand, I was seconds from exploding.
“You’re the one who teased me first, Llorón.” While grabbing me tight, he slipped his other hand to my ass. “But if I’m honest with you, this is the only pussy I’m after,” he said, pressing his fingers to my hole.
“F-fuck,” I gasped. My head was such a mess that nothing but my growing need to come seemed to matter. Somehow, I opened my eyes and glanced between us, my mouth watering at the sight of his erection tenting his joggers. I wanted to taste him, to have his massive cock weighing on my tongue, when he suddenly pulled his hands out of my pants, grabbed my waist, and lifted me up to sit on the sink.
Now face-to-face, my eyes locked on his mouth, and I licked my lips, ready to taste him, when the small stall shook so badly Camilo tripped forward. The trembling somehow managed to make me aware of the situation and reminded me I was locked inside a toilet stall with my ex while my current fiancé was sleeping down the aisle. What the fuck was I thinking?
Getting down from the sink, I pulled my pants back up and placed my hand on Camilo’s chest, ready to shove him, when I noticed he was shaking. When I looked up at his face, his eyes were closed tightly while he gritted his teeth.
“Camilo?” I asked, putting my hand against his cheek .
“Why the fuck is it shaking like this?” he hissed, still refusing to open his eyes.
I frowned. “You mean the plane?”
Another tremble.
“Yes!” he snapped. “Fuck.”
Oh , he really was scared.
“It’s just simple turbulence,” I explained, my thumb stroking his jaw. “Nothing to be scared of—”
The plane shook again, and Camilo’s body tensed. If I wasn’t worried for him, it could have been incredibly cute seeing such a big guy getting scared over something so silly.
“Hey, it’s okay.” I cupped his face. “Open your eyes and look at me,” I told him, my voice low yet strong enough for him to hear over the noises of the plane.
He did, and the vulnerability in them touched me the wrong way. I was too soft when it came to him. Too forgiving . I thought we’d passed the turbulence when the whole plane shook again, and Camilo closed his eyes, whispering Maria’s name under his breath.
Good to know he’s a man of faith.
He then leaned forward, resting his hands on the sink while I was locked between it and him. I didn’t care. It would probably only last another minute or so. Camilo’s breaths deepened as he squeezed his eyes harder, his body jumping whenever the plane trembled. About a minute later, the shaking stopped, and the flight went back to normal. Camilo was still a bundle of nerves, but at least he wasn’t shaking like a leaf on a tree.
“Are you okay?” I asked when he opened his eyes to meet mine. The depth of them drew me in, and for a second there, the thought of going back to where we stopped crossed my mind. But then, a loud knocking on the door startled us both. I was ready to panic over being caught when we heard Andrei’s voice coming from the other side.
“One of you better open the fucking door before I break it down,” he warned .
Camilo rolled his eyes. “Always the cockblocker,” he grunted.
His comment pissed me off, and I glared at him before I unlocked the door and opened it to a pissed-looking Andrei.
I didn’t say a word as I was too embarrassed to come up with anything and quickly slipped out of there and went back to my seat, hoping no one else noticed us. Grabbing my headphones that were on the seat, I sat down before glancing aside at a sleeping Jordan. The amount of guilt that washed through me made me realize what a piece of shit I actually was, and I looked down at my lap. This had to end. I nearly came in Camilo’s fist just now, like Jordan wasn’t here, sleeping. Why was I such a selfish creature? Why couldn’t I block him and all my emotions away?
Diesel
I tried going after Shay-Lee when Andrei stopped me by grabbing my arm.
“What the hell, man—”
“Have you lost your mind?” he hissed, eyes furious as he blocked me from the aisle.
Not enjoying his tone, I frowned. “The fuck is your problem?”
His jaw twitched. “My problem is you, acting like a fucking idiot.” Glancing over his shoulder to make sure we were still alone, he then looked back at me. “Doing it in the washroom, with Jordan two rows down the fucking aisle?”
Oh, so that was his problem? I snorted because who gave a fuck about Jordan?
“You gotta be shitting me,” I said, a half smirk on. “Who cares about that moron?”
“It’s not about caring for the dude but respecting him. Fuck. And not just him, D, but Shay-Lee, too. You know how cheap this looks?”
Irritated by his words, I furrowed my brows. “The fuck you saying? ”
“I’m saying that you better have some self-control because this is fucking embarrassing.”
I was ready to answer back when an old man interrupted us. “Eh, are you in line for the toilet?” he asked.
“All yours,” I hissed as we both stepped aside. I waited until the geezer locked the door behind him before I focused back on Andrei.
“What’s embarrassing is you guys being okay with Shay-Lee dating that prick in the first place.” A bitter taste filled my mouth just thinking about it. “Did you forget how he lied during my trial? That asshole wanted me jailed.”
I didn’t remember much from my trial, mostly because, at the time, I didn’t give a shit to listen. Yet, I did remember when Jordan took the stand and lied through his teeth about how I lured Shay-Lee to be with me and how I corrupted him. Fuck him! My Shay-Lee wasn’t corrupted, and if anything, the only one to blame for the scars on his body was his fucking father. Shit . Now I was thinking about him, and my blood was throbbing through my veins.
“We don’t like him, D, okay? But that’s beyond my point.” Andrei sighed, finally looking calmer before he placed his hand on my shoulder. “All I’m saying is… have a bit more self-restraint.”
I snorted because clearly, he had no idea what it was like to want someone as much as I wanted Shay-Lee. It wasn’t a want but a need. I needed him like my next breath, so telling me to restrain myself was like asking me to stop breathing.
Fuck that.
In fact, fuck anything or anyone who stood in my way.
But since Andrei was on my team and had agreed to join me on this trip, I didn’t see the point in getting into a fight and simply nodded. “Sure.”
We each went back to our seats. Disappointment washed through me when I saw Shay-Lee had closed his cabin door, and annoyed, I slumped down in my seat. I was so fucking desperate to have him it was turning me into a fool, but in the end, I was sure it would all be worth it.