Page 53 of Dissolving Prejudice

“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?”