Page 68 of Terms of the Flight

I nodded and followed his lead. I didn’t expect for him to put her in her place like that. But go head, Big, get your back. You can tell when hoes just like to be the center of someone’s attention. It’s sad.

We walked around the table until we found our names, so we took our seats.

“You don’t want to talk with anyone else here?” I asked.

He shook his head and brought my knuckles to his lips.

“Nah, I’m around who I want to be. Those are Jace’s friends. I spoke to who I needed to.”

I tipped my head back for a kiss, which he obliged, giving me a few kisses. I reached up, wiping some of my gloss from his lips, only for his freaky ass to kiss the tips of my fingers too.

“Sir, didn’t I thank you enough earlier?” I asked in a low voice only he could hear.

He smirked, then kissed the side of my neck.

“Shit, I could never have enough. You know what—” he stopped and glanced down at his watch.

“This doesn’t start for another twenty minutes, we early. Take yo’ ass in the bathroom real quick, I just want to have youon my tongue while I’m eating. I’m sure everything we try is going to be even better with you in it.”

My head shot back as I cracked up. He was insatiable, but so was I. I stood and adjusted my dress, then made my way towards the bathroom. The moment I stepped inside, I looked over my figure in my cream silk spaghetti-strapped dress that draped over my curves.

When I saw this in the shop earlier, I knew I had to have it, and it was the perfect dress for the occasion. I spruced up my curls a bit when the knob twisted to the bathroom. I turned, expecting Myheir, only for Mia to walk in with a smug look on her face.

“Am I not who you were expecting? You’re the bathroom attendant, right?” she asked.

The glimmer of mischief in her eyes let me know she knew for a fact I wasn’t a damn bathroom attendant. She was used to intimidating bitches who felt she was better than them. She had got the right one. If she kept it up, I was going to have her ass strung up on one of these coat hooks, like Queen Latifah did ole girl inBringing Down the House.

“You’re used to being a bully and a mean girl, that you don’t even realize how stupid you look. Can you imagine trying to beat your ex to the bathroom with his new woman? When you leave, that man still gone eat this pussy, and then we’re going to have a good dinner. Now go head and say the bullshit you’ve been waiting and practicing to say all night. I’m sure Simone told you I’d be here.”

I smiled and crossed my arms.

Her mouth was practically on the ground, but she tried to quickly recover.

“You’re so damn classless. Clearly I’m still going to be the only woman he ever asked?—”

“To marry you? Yeah, I know about that, honey. You regret it, don’t you. Go back out there with your personal brand of Lord Farquaad and act like a good friend who is here to see her friend get married. I would hate to beat yo’ ass in here and show you how classless it can get.”

Her face was practically beet red as she turned to storm out of the bathroom, only to bump into Myheir, who had a glass that spilled red contents all over her white dress.

My hand shot up to my mouth to stop the laugh that was bound to slip out.

“Damn, my bad,” Myheir said as she had a mini tantrum and rushed from the bathroom.

He glanced over at me with a lift of his brow.

“Do I want to know what happened?” he asked.

“I’ll tell you later, but we might want to get back out there.”

Myheir gave a smirk as he walked further into the bathroom and locked the door behind him.

“Nah, I came back here for a taste, and I’m gone get that. You have any objections, Doll?”

I cracked up as he reached beneath my dress only to find out my panties were already off. I held them out, and he quickly took them, bringing them to his nose, then stuffing them into his pocket.

“Make it quick, Big. I’m sure that hoe is out there telling everyone. I kind of told her you were about to eat my pussy, so if she could hurry up that would be nice.”

“I can’t make you a liar, baby. Oh, and don’t get to shouting that damn social security number again, Doll.”