Page 4 of The Last Man on Earth
She nods and smiles, all professional and shit.
I lowkey like it, though. Makes me wanna mess with her more.
I drop into the biggest seat while my groomsmen file in with the luggage. My cousin Crown is first down the aisle. My best man, with his old ass. Thirty-four years old and still trying to get put on. I clown his ass every time we’re in the studio, but he don’t listen. He’s solid, though.
Marquis is my day one. Graduated from high school with that high-yellow nigga. Sharif is my play cousin; his mama and my mama been best friends since we were babies. Tek raps, mostly underground shit, but he’s cold as fuck, and Jahir is my sister’s son. He's only nineteen, but he been mannish since he was in pullups.
Ms. Kiara brings up the rear. She’s my dedicated photographer. She’s old enough to be my mama, but she don’t say a cross word about the shit I do. That’s why I pay her so well.
Shorty’s still up front, smiling, welcoming, just generally being bad as fuck. That dress ain’t tight, but I’m liking how it lays on her body. Titties sitting right in the V-neck at the front. Fabric falling over her round ass, then stopping at the knee so I can see them muscular calves. She’s out of my league, but shit, that ain’t never stopped a rich nigga before.
I watch her as she walks down the aisle toward us, wondering if she switches her hips like that naturally or if she’s doing that shit on purpose.
Or maybe I’m just horny.
Shemari got us on a goddamn sex fast. It’s been a whole ass month since I last got some pussy. She said she wanted it to feel new on the wedding night, but I feel like, if she wanted it to feel new, she should have made me wait, not let me seed her ass up. Vincent Jr will be two years old next month, so I don’t know who she thinks she’s fooling.
“Welcome aboard the Echelon,” shorty says as I sink back into the plush leather seat, getting myself comfortable, fixing my chains to make sure she can see them clearly. “I’m Ariana, your in-flight concierge. We’re nonstop to Rio today, and the pilot has assured me that it should be a smooth ride. Nevertheless, please keep your seatbelts fastened when you’re sitting…” and on and on and on.
Ain’t nobody listenin’ to this shit. My niggas are already pouring liquor like it’s water, and Tek just lit up four blunts.
I smirk at the way she’s pretending she don’t see none of this shit. She takes her job seriously, I suppose.
“Aye, Ariana,” I call, interrupting her mid-sentence. “You think you can handle us?”
Her lips tighten like she’s biting back a slick ass comment. “I’m sure I can manage.”
“You said you was gon make sure I got everything I need. I’m just sayin’, once we get in the air, a nigga might get real needy.”
My boys bust out laughing at that. Ms. Kiara snaps a picture.
Ariana don’t blink. She just finishes her speech through the talking, blunt-passing, and now, the music playing. Jahir done already figured out how to connect to the Bluetooth.
I take a long pull and pass it to Crown as the plane starts to move, watching shorty through the smoke. The motion on thisshit is smooth as fuck, I can’t even lie. Almost makes the price tag worth it.
I got millions, but I’m still frugal most of the time. Except with women. I be spending on hoes like I got a money tree in my backyard.
“Gentlemen, please secure your seatbelts for takeoff.”
But everybody ignores her, including me. If I don’t wear a belt in the car, fuck I look like wearing one in a plane?
But she ain’t budging. She walks over to Jahir and stares him down until he complies. Same with Crown. One by one, she makes everybody follow the rules. Everybody except me.
I don’t do rules.
“Mr. Newcastle—“
“Villain. I told you, sweetheart.”
“Villain,” she says. “Please secure your seatbelt.”
Our eyes lock. We’re lowkey in a standoff, and I can’t even front like I’m not impressed by the fact that she won’t break. I pick up my glass and down the Hennessey before taking another pull of weed. Still staring at her, I blow the smoke up at her, smirking when I feel her energy change. She’s pissed now. She wants to cuss me out, but she knows better. All she can do is take it.
Finally, without a word, she reaches down and grabs the belt herself, leaning over me to click it in place.
Damn.
I stare at her titties for a few seconds before it hits me. Her perfume. Warm and sweet. My mouth goes dry. My eyes close. I’m such a fuckin’ simp for women who smell good. What I wouldn’t give to bury my face in her neck while I bury my dick deep inside her pussy.
