Page 5 of The Last Man on Earth
The belt snaps shut, snapping me back to reality. She straightens at the perfect time, right when my dick goes stiff.
I smirk up at her. “Careful, Ari. Get close to me like that again and I’m draggin’ yo fine ass back to the bathroom so I can put you in the mile-high club.”
The guys howl again, hooting and slapping the seats like they’ve never heard anything so funny.
She just turns and switches away, attracting all our eyes like magnets.
“That’s a bad bitch right there,” Tek says as he pours me some more Henny. “She on this airplane shit for the money. She need a real nigga to come save her.”
“She uptight,” I snap. “Pussy prolly dry as fuck.”
Tek laughs. “I can change that.”
“Shit, me too.”
For like a hot second, I feel bad, because I don’t sound like a nigga that’s getting married this weekend, but to be fair to myself, it ain’t my fault. I never wanted to get married at all. Shemari just…wore me down.
Always nagging and shit. Whining about how her daddy wasn’t around, and how she don’t wanna be a baby mama forever. My dumb ass proposed just to shut her up, and now, I’m days away from lockdown.
I like her, I really do. I just ain’t ready for this shit. Not to mention how much money it’s costing me.
Takeoff is smooth. We’re cruising. Vibing. Sharif and Tek are playing dominoes in the back. I check on my nephew, making sure he ain’t drinking. It ain’t something I care about, but my sister would be on my top about it if she found out.
I nod up at him. “How’s school?”
He grins, with his skinny ass. Tall and frail, he needs to be playing ball, not playing the tuba, but that little nigga loves band. He been marching with Jackson State since his freshman year. I’m proud of him.
“It’s good,” he says. “Had a 3.8 last semester.”
“That’s what the fuck I’m talkin’ ‘bout.” I put my arm out for a fist bump, then pull out my wallet, handing over a wad of hundreds. “This for you, Ja. For you gettin’ them As like you do. I know I tell you this all the time, but you building a legacy. Keep your eye on the finish line.”
He tucks the money into his pocket. “Thanks, Uncle V. I worked my ass off.”
“I know you did. Keep at it, man. You gon' be my lawyer one day.”
He laughs. “You planning on getting into trouble?”
I stare at Ariana, who’s approaching. “Maybe. A little trouble ain’t never hurt nobody, right Ari?”
She gives me a tight smile. “I understand you’re headed to a celebration. Would you like me to open the champagne you ordered?”
“Not yet,” I say. “Aye, what’s the rush? We got like eight more hours in this bitch.”
“No rush at all,” she says. “Just making sure you’re taken care of. Is there anything else I can do for you?”
I grin. “How ‘bout a massage?”
“I’m afraid that’s beyond the scope of my duties.”
My eyes narrow as I study her. “You talk real proper.”
She stares blankly. “I’m at work.”
“How old are you?”
“Didn’t your mother teach you not to ask a lady her age?”
My skin prickles. “My mama didn’t teach me shit. And you ain’t no lady. You just a waitress in a tin can.”
