Chapter Nineteen
“Oh, my God, I can’t believe you just said that.” I laughed, and though problems were sure to come behind this, I was turned on by his brazenness.
“It’s true, ain’t it? So fuck him.” Cash lit a blunt like he hadn’t a care in the world. “If that nigga were getting the job done, you wouldn’t be here. So fuck it.”
“True.” I nodded. “So what’s the surprise?”
“Damn, baby girl, just relax and ride.” He blew Kush into my face and turned the music up.
As we rode, I tried hard to relax, although my phone blew up nonstop. I didn’t want to think about the drama waiting for me back home and was glad I didn’t have to. Being with Cash made me feel safe and secure. My problems didn’t matter when I was with him, and for that I was thankful.
Just as I opened my mouth to again ask what the surprise was, we pulled up to the airport. My eyes lit up as we rode around to the back and pulled into a vacant lot. “Cash, where are we going?”
“I’m taking you to Jamaica.” He leaned in for a kiss, and my heart skipped two beats.
“Are you serious? I don’t have any clothes, shoes, panties—” I was cut off by a “shh” sound.
“Baby, when we vacation, we buy it all. Brand new socks and drawers.” He laughed and led me to a small jet.
A woman in a red and black dress met us at the bottom of the stairwell. “Welcome aboard the Horizon. My name is Olivia. I’ll be your stewardess. Would you like a tequila sunrise?” She was holding a silver tray with two perfectly made drinks.
“Thank you.” With a smile I took a drink and headed up the stairs like Mrs. Obama or somebody important. “Oh, my God! Cash, this is beautiful.” Like a person who was used to nothing, I lost my mind over the beige leather and wood-grain furniture. There was even a mirrored ceiling.
“It’s not the Rolls-Royce of jets, but it’ll definitely do.” Cash took a seat on one of the chairs and got comfortable. I did the same.
“I don’t have a passport. Don’t I need one to go to Jamaica?” Instantly I was worried that the trip would be ruined.
“Relax, you’re good.” Reaching into his pocket, he handed me a passport. There was no way the document was official, but it was a damn good fake.
“You always be coming through, baby. Thank you.”
“As long as you do right by me, I always got you, believe that.”
Seconds after takeoff, the flight attendant came from the back with a fresh bottle of champagne, a bowl of fruit, and a can of Reddi-wip. “Just as you requested in your pre-flight confirmation email, sir.” She placed the items down with a smile and walked away.
“Thanks.” Cash nodded deviously, then smiled at me.
“I understand the champagne, but what’s the fruit and whipped cream for?” I was confused but Cash grinned.
“Take your clothes off,” he demanded.
“What?”
“Take that shit off,” he barked, and I did so without any more questions. “Now lie down on the floor.”
“Hell no,” I said, reaching for my dress.
“Chanel, do what I said!” His tone indicated that this was not up for debate.
“What if the lady comes back?” I was not trying to get caught with my panties off thousands of miles above the ground.
“She seen a pussy before. Stop acting like a baby.” He began to undress, and within seconds, out popped that dick I loved so much. “Now lay your fine ass down before I get mad.”
“Okay, okay.” Lying down on the plush tan carpet, I watched as he placed pieces of fruit over my nipples and then on my vagina. Next, he sprayed whipped cream down my stomach and went to work like it was his last meal. I can’t explain how he made my body feel with his fingers and tongue, but I was on cloud nine, literally. Just as he entered me, I came all over his piece. The foreplay alone was so intriguing and mind-blowing, I didn’t need the sex to climax, but it too was a welcomed pleasure.
Afterward, I went into the bathroom and cleaned off, then returned to the cabin to finish enjoying my first jet ride. In a matter of a few hours, we arrived at our destination. I was thrilled! Believe it or not, the thrill was not with Jamaica, although it was a beauty. The thrill was to be with a man who was capable of flying me to an island on a private jet. For regular dudes, this was the equivalent of taking their woman on a trip out of state for the weekend. Cash was the best man I’d ever been with.
“Welcome to Jamaica, mon. No worries.” Our personal driver greeted us at the pickup stand in front of the airport. “We are headed to the Inia Estates, right?”
“Yes, but the lady has never been here before, so take the scenic route.” Cash reached into his pocket and pulled out a few bills. He counted out $200, then handed it to him.
Though we hadn’t yet made it too far away from the airport, the tropical sight was amazing. I loved seeing all of my people. There were women and children standing on the side of the road selling handmade items and flowers. The men hustled tribal art and jewelry under cabanas made from the trees.
As the cabbie took us on a mini tour through the rain forest, I began to admire the way of life there. Unlike America, there was no welfare, no handouts, and you had to grind hard to get paper. Even the kids had hustles. About thirty minutes later, we pulled into a gated community. Riding up the stone driveway, I noticed a lady and a man standing outside to greet us.
“Welcome to Jamaica. No worries here, mon.” A heavyset older lady handed me a drink. “Ta rum punch make you feel good, mon.” She winked and I sipped.
“Cash, this is amazing! Thank you so much for bringing me here,” I cooed. The stone home was something from a commercial. There were high ceilings with exposed beams. The floor was cold against my bare feet and appeared to be made of marble. Various art pieces were displayed around the home in various fashions. Some were paintings, others were statues, and a few were handmade clay creations.
“Only the best for my lady.” He kissed my neck.
“Am I your lady?” I teased.
“Whenever you’re ready to drop old boy and get with a real nigga, you can be my lady for real.” He smiled before we ventured off to admire the rest of the house.
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I didn’t know what it was with him, but whatever he put on me had me whipped. I barely thought of my fiancé as I lay with my boo thang that night. Something about Cash had shaken me to the core. I’d never been with a man of his caliber. Yet I knew I was the perfect complement to his game. All a man with money, good looks, and a big piece needed was a bad bitch by his side. I was all of that and then some.
For the remainder of the trip, we spent our days shopping, drinking all types of tropical drinks, and sightseeing. Our nights consisted of business meetings with his connects or walking along the beach holding hands. I was so caught up with this vacation that I hadn’t thought about my job, Dominic, Tone, or anything else for that matter.
“I have one more surprise for you before we head back tomorrow.” Cash spoke to me while texting someone on his cell phone.
“Baby, I can’t take any more surprises. You are too good to me.” My mind instantly wondered at the possibilities.
“You might not think so after this one.” He pointed out the window as the vehicle stopped.
“Mondo’s boat tours,” the driver announced. I looked out the window to see a small boat and a man with a captain’s hat waving at us.
“Come on, Chanel.” Cash grabbed my hand and helped me from the ride.
“I don’t do water like that.” My stomach was in knots.
“Do you trust me?” His eyes pierced my soul as he waited for a response.
“Of course,” I replied before thinking too hard about the question.
“Then let’s slide.” Leading me onto the small white and blue boat, Cash introduced us to the captain. A member of the crew presented us with two drinks called hummingbirds and told us to take a seat and prepare for the ride out into the ocean. The floor of the sitting area was completely see-through. It was amazing to see all the colorful little fish in the sea. I knew the farther out we went, the bigger the fish would become.
For a total of two hours we lounged on the boat, enamored with the tropical environment we were currently in. This was by far the most romantic thing I’d done in a very long time. Cash was that nigga, and I wanted to be that bitch on his arm, even if it meant giving up Dom. Sometimes in life you have to know when to fold, and I was ready to throw in my cards.