AN: I know, I know - how could I start another story when I have so many that I haven't updated? I couldn't help it! My creative juices started flowing with this one and I had to put it to work before all the ideas went away. So, let's just say that this is nothing typical like the other stories I've written. To be honest, I haven't written anything like this or seen any stories like this for that matter. So, I will warn you - the content, language, etc. will be NSFW. I just want to see where my creativity can take me without any restraints. I also will say that I am black and I might use "black" terms, references, etc. that might not be widely understood by people of other races - which might not happen, but I will explain anything that might seem confusing. No, this story will not be an "urban" (I hate that word) fiction story. It's just going to be an interesting twist to these characters that I love oh so much! And let's be honest - the star of the show IS a black woman and as much as I try to stray away from race in my writing, there's no pointing in hiding the obvious.
The first few chapters might be a little bit confusing. I'm planning for this to be a first-person narrative, but I haven't decided if the narrator will change later on in the story or remain the same. That being said, I'm not saying who the narrator is (sorry lol!) but maybe you guys can guess? (:
Anywho, hope you all enjoy. I would LOVE everyone's comments on this, just to see if people are interested or not. And, there's already another chapter written, so the next update shouldn't take as long as usual lol.
I watched out the window as clouds, streets, and patches of grass started to blend in to one another while the large aircraft slowly descend from out of the sky. After another cross-country flight, the plane was finally landing.
Thank God!
If there was anything that I hated more than anything in the whole entire world, it was definitely being on an airplane. Was I ever scared of the plane crashing? Heavens no. But what joy could anyone possibly find in being suspended in the air, confined to a seat, and having your ears setting off fireworks every time you yawned, sneezed, or if you just so happened to stretch your mouth open too wide?
And if there was anything worse than taking one flight, it was taking multiple flights in one day! Flights that had to connect in other cities before you finally reached your destination was the most frustrating and if I hated flying period, it was no surprise that I wasn't much of a fan of having to fly back and forth within one day - which, I had done today...
As you could imagine, I am definitely not a happy camper right now. Please, someone please, get me the fuck off of this huge metal bird!
And as if God was listening to the thoughts going through my head, I heard the crackling sound of the intercom system before a flight attendant said, "Ladies and gentleman, we have safely landed and the captain has now disabled the 'seat belt warning'. You are all now able to exit the plane. We would like to thank you for flying with…"
I rolled my eyes in my seat while she went on and on about the procedure for exiting the plane. I know it was protocol, but is was also quite annoying, seeing that there were only four other people on this plane besides she and the pilot, therefore making all of us frequent fliers, which in turn made us all fully aware of what was expected of us as the plane was now ready for departure.
I didn't have time to pay attention to Tiffany (the flight attendant - I made sure of searching for her badge and learning her name before the plane even took off for flight some hours ago) as I quickly gathered my things around me. Luckily, I had taken a nap this round of the trip, so my laptop and iPad were still tucked in their rightful cases. The only things I had to grab were the carry-on luggage I had in the top compartment and the coat that was resting in the seat next to me.
I was welcomed with a "Good evening, Boss" as I carefully walked down the air stairs, which I responded to with a slight nod of the head. The air was cool, not too hot and not too cold, which was absolutely perfect for the cool January month. I made sure to loosen and remove the scarf around my neck before I ducked into the backseat. The brand new all black 2015 Yukon was sent off to be bulletproofed before I left for the airport earlier this morning, prompting me to have to ride in the old Cadillac Escalade that I was still holding on to. It was the first SUV that I picked out, as it came with the territory. I had much too many fond memories in it and I just wasn't ready to give it up yet.
"The Stallion is in the pen", I heard one of my security guards say as they shut the door behind me. I eagerly let my eyes wander around the newly decked-out vehicle trying to see if I could spot any major differences than when I rode in it home last night. There were none.
"They do a discreet job. If it weren't for me being in the shop and watching the work for hours on end, I would have suggested on you getting your money back.."
I caught his eye (and his smirk) in the rear view mirror. I had been caught.
"Good evening O'Neal", I responded, trying to play off him noticing my brief inspection.
"Good evening Boss. How was your flight?"
He taunted me. He knew I hated flying.
"Fuck you!", we both laughed at my reaction and settled in my seat, buckling my seat belt as he slowly pulled out of the airport parking lot.
Travis O'Neal was his name, although I had always called him O'Neal, or simply O, for short. I had a thing for calling people by their last names. O had been one of my drivers - my personal favorite - for the past three years. I hadn't seen him in about a month, due to me giving him the month of December off to go on vacation with his family, and I was pleasantly surprised to see he had returned. He had a strong sense of loyalty, putting all shit to the side and making sure my transport went seamless and flawless. I was glad that he was apart of my team and I ensured that he knew at all times.
"Where to this evening?", he asked as we finally cleared through the airport traffic.
"I don't know. I'm kinda hungry and I could definitely use a drink."
"Did they not feed you on the plane?", he inquired, his voice sounding a little upset at the thought that I wasn't 100% taken care of.
"They tried to. But I wasn't in the mood for rabbit food. I wanted junk and their menu was a little too gourmet for me..."
"Somethings never change, I see...", he chuckled. "I have a bottle chilling in the mini-fridge for you. And I'm sure there's some yogurt or something in there to hold you over. Kerry (my personal chef) is on standby tonight for your arrival..."
See what I'm talking about? Seamless and flawless.
"And they wonder why I keep you around", he tried his best to hide the blush spreading across his face after my comment. I opened the mini fridge and found an unopened bottle of Hennessy, two chilled glasses and a bowl of freshly cut pineapples - pineapples were my favorite. I smiled to myself as I stabbed the fruit with a fork, bringing a piece to my lips and biting it.
"How's the family, O?", I asked as I waved my fork in the air in contentment. I filled both glasses with the cold brown liquid and gently tapped his shoulder with one, offering him a glass. "You know this is totally against the law and we could both get in trouble for this...", I winked as he took the glass from my hands and quickly took a large gulp.
"Family's good Boss. The vacation time was much needed. Margie got some time away from work and I had the kids nearby to talk some sense into them..."
Bzzzzz. Bzzzzz. Bzzzzz.
My cellphone vibrated where I placed it in the cup holder next to me, interrupting the conversation. I reached for it and rolled my eyes, huffing as I read the name on the caller ID.
"Sorry O, I have to take this", he nodded, sipping his drink as he continue to drive.
"What?!"
"Well that's no way to answer the phone..."
"What is it?!", my tone was still the same. I was definitely not in the mood.
"I assumed you landed..."
"I did..."
"And I assume you were on your way home..."
"I am..."
"And I just know the look on your face you have right now is not so pretty as I tell you that we have some unfinished business to handle before you rest your head tonight..."
"Seriously?!"
"The quicker you get here, the better..."
"Fine! And there better be a plate from downstairs waiting for me!"
"Of course, Boss", the line went blank and I growled to myself.
"Change of plans?", O asked while switching over to another lane.
"I'll be lucky if this damn bottle isn't finished before the end of the night!", I refilled both of our glasses, indulging in another piece of pineapple.
"So how's Margie doing?"
O proceeded to tell me of how Marge, his wife of twenty years, had recently landed Beyoncé (yes, the Beyoncé) as a client. Margie (what we sometimes called her) is a personal stylist for one of the high end fashion stores. On the side, she used her connections to land her own clients - who were mostly music artists, actors, athletes and other celebrities, as well as myself. She always got her hands on the most exclusive pieces in fashion and she was definitely my go-to person for wardrobe purchases.
The couple only had two children, seventeen year old fraternal twins Eliza and Ezekiel. Eliza was the first born, something she made known whenever the opportunity would present itself. Being only seventeen, Eliza was very mature - in looks and also personality. She had the body of a grown woman, which had her fellow male peers (as well as old perverts) flocking to her like crazy. She had sex appeal and she wasn't afraid to let it be known. I always told O she would be a problem the day she finally became legal. Ezekiel was the total opposite. Like his sister, he was very good looking and seemed to be a little charmer. However, he was not a hit with the ladies. Z, for short, was almost always found with his head in a book. He was an avid reader and spent majority of his time locked up in his room finding something to learn about. When he wasn't studying, he was writing lyrics. He had skills when it came to being a songwriter, but he was always too nervous to perform.
"You know, they always show the good side of kids in movies and in television. Sweet, little kiddies that want to hug and cuddle you and think you've hung the moon in the sky. They didn't tell you shit about their teenage years!"
I laughed - he was true. "What happened now?"
"Eliza wants to go on a trip to LA with her friends for Spring Break this year. Of course, Marge thinks it's okay. 'She's young and beautiful! Let her have fun.' Are you fucking kidding me? Which man with sense would send his seventeen year old daughter halfway across the country with no adult supervision for a whole week?! Of course, I told her no, so of course, I'm the bad guy!"
"She's a teenager O, you'll always be the bad guy."
"Right! And then E is going on about this 'College isn't for everyone' bullshit. He has the nerve to say Margie and I didn't go to college, so why should he?"
He continued his rant about the kids, which was very comedic, and I tried to give him the best advice possible. It wasn't long before we had finally reached my destination. I prepared myself to exit the vehicle once my security team came into view.
"O, you should cool off some of that steam. This meeting might take awhile. Why don't you park the car and come inside. I'll have a drink waiting for you..."
"Sure thing, Boss", I quickly waved goodbye as one of my agents closed the door for me.
"Stallion in the stable.."
