Tangled Within the Darkness, page 8
“Alexis, you okay? You are white, like you have seen a ghost,” says Wilmer. He touches my face. My stomach dropped to the floor. How much did she see? FUCK. She lifts her cellphone, waves it at me and walks out the door as Natanael is walking in.
When I look down at my phone and check the messages, there is a little red box with the number one in it. FUCK. I hesitantly click on the message icon, “AFTER YOU ARE DONE SWAPPING SPIT WITH THE OFFICER, I’LL BE OUTSIDE WAITING FOR YOU. IF YOU DON’T COME OUT IN TEN MINUTES, FIND YOUR OWN RIDE TO THE AIRPORT. I THOUGHT YOU WERE GAY? I GUESS IT WAS JUST A PHASE.”
Her text message hurt. I don’t need a label to describe who I am. Maybe if she would have spoken to me after out little rendezvous, she wouldn’t be so upset. Why the fuck is she so upset? She is the one getting married. The anger is boiling through my veins. I feel my skin getting hotter.
“Alexis, I’m sorry that I had to put you through that. Thank you. This girl doesn’t understand no. I have tried everything. She even went as far as telling me she was pregnant. Then one of her friends told me it was all a lie.”
“It’s okay.”
“Are you sure, you are okay?”
“Yes, Wilmer. I have to go. I have a flight to catch and my ride is outside.”
“Boyfriend?”
“No. Wilmer. Work.”
“I’ll grab your stuff.”
“Thank you.”
Josi walks up towards me and I get up from the chair.
“Sorry Alexis, let me finish your hair.”
“No, it’s finished already. I have to go. My ride is here. I don’t want to miss my flight. Thank you so much Josi. How much do I owe you?”
“You don’t owe her anything. Josi, I’ll pay for Alexis’s services.”
“Why would you do that?” I question.
He walks up to me with my coat open, “Here, let me get this.”
I look at Josi, who is smiling. “It’s a repayment for what you just did for me. Thank you, Alexis.”
“What you need to do is get a restraining order on that crazy chick.” I move towards Josi and give her a hug, “Thank you for my new look. I love it. I’ll come back to refresh it soon.”
“It was nice seeing you again. Pero no te pierdas[67] and do stop by. We are like family.”
“I’ll walk you out,” says Wilmer.
We walk outside, and he hands me my bag. I see Raven’s driver from where I’m standing. “Well, Wilmer, it was nice to see you. I am glad I was of service to you.” I move to give him a hug. With a kiss on the cheek, he says, “It was nice to see you Alexis. You look beautiful.” He touches the side of the face with is knuckles. I detach myself from his embrace. “Thank you, babe,” I say letting go of the breath I was holding and turn towards the car. “Hey Alexis, can I take you out to dinner one day?”
I smile, turn around and reply, “Maybe, one day as friends.”
“I’ll take it,” he yells.
I smile and wink at him. My heart begins to accelerate as I inch closer to the girl who has stolen my chance to love again. This realization hits me like a freaking tornado. Deep down I know that I shouldn’t feel this way. But you don’t get to choose when your heart has already staked its claim.
I open the door and the person that is looking at me is distraught. What the fuck is going on?
“Raven what is it? Are you okay?” I sit next to her and grab her hands. My heart must be going at least 100 miles per hour inside my chest. The driver glides into traffic towards the airport. She turns toward me.
“Nothing is wrong. I just have a lot on my mind.” She looks down at our hands.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she replies still looking at our hands. “Are you guys an item? You and the cop?” she asks still looking down.
“Raven look at me.” She lifts her face.
“I am not with anyone. I have known Wilmer, the cop and Josi, the salon owner, for a very long time.” I have to explain what she saw. “Before you walked in, there was a girl looking for him and apparently, he needed to piss her off or something to that extent. So, I kissed him to help him out.”
“I didn’t think people went around kissing people for fun.” She removes her hands from mine, suddenly sounding furious.
“What does it matter to you? You are getting married, anyway. Plus, I’m just answering your question.”
“You’re right, I am.” Her cellphone rings, “Hi, sweetheart.” She stresses out the word. Whatever, I can’t handle this fucking whip lash, back and forth shit she has going on.
I am in for a fun trip. I can feel it.
Chapter 19
This Is Something Foreign to Me.
Raven
I decided to fly on a private jet for this trip. I don’t feel like flying with other people. I am not trying to flaunt what money I have. I just really don’t feel like being in a crowded waiting area, avoiding the dirty looks of people when I decide to unplug their phones from the charging stations, so I can charge mine. After Alexis joined the team, her input for the magazine has really skyrocketed our sales and stock. I want to reward her for job well done. I booked this plane and it’s equipped with a bed were two can sleep. I am extremely tired and I am more than sure that she is exhausted. Lana told me that she has been staying at the office. I remember those days when I first started working, I feel bad.
As we walk into the airport, Alexis’s phone rings. She looks at the flashing screen, this person must be important because her smile is huge. I wonder who it is.
“Hey, babe.” She says to the person on the other side of the receiver.
Babe? I thought she wasn’t seeing anyone. Isn’t that what you call someone you are interested in, seeking, seeing, dating, sexting, fucking? Whatever damn, synonym you want to use.
“I’m on my way to Florida.”
“Watch where the fuck you’re going,” says a person I bumped into.
“Fuck you!” I say to the dumbass who is cursing me out. I need to pay attention to where the hell I am going or I’m going to get myself into a fight just because I am too busy paying attention to Alexis’s phone conversation. Focus Raven, FOCUS. NO FIGHTS.
I turn away from her and walk towards the premier check-in section of the airport.
“Hold on a second, Raven we have to check-in here?” she questions as she points toward the regular check-in area.
“No, we check-in at the premier counter.”
“Oh shit,” she says surprisingly. “Babe, let me call you back. Text me a date your available and I’ll squeeze you into mi calendario[68].”
As she ends her call, I grab my cell phone and look for our check-in information. Finally arriving at the entrance, the agent asks for identification to confirm our flight. The agent is pretty with plump lips. I see Alexis check her out. I roll my eyes. I am not jealous.
“Follow me, right this way ladies.” We follow her through the door and into a private room. There are desks and different agents tending to other customers. She sits us at the desk where a good-looking agent sits behind focused on his laptop.
“Mr. Cooper, these lovely clients are Ms. Lopez and Ms. Cartagena. They are flying to Florida tonight.”
“Got it. Thanks Carla.”
“Bye Carla,” says Alexis. She turns around and winks at Alexis. I fucking hate her.
“Good evening ladies, my name is Jackson Cooper. Before we begin, what beverage would you like to drink?”
“I’ll have mango martini, please,” I say to Mr. Cooper.
“I’ll have the same,” says Alexis.
“I’m just going to check you in. No need to check in the bags. I will try and have you ladies out of here as fast as possible.”
Nearly two minutes of Mr. Cooper working on our flight information, which included questions such as: what meals we wanted for dinner, what soap do we use to shower and shampoo to wash our hairs, our mango martinis were in our hands. That was extremely fast! By the time I was done with my drink, we were all on a first name basis. Jackson was flirting with Alexis and she flirted right back. I didn’t let it get to me, I kept telling myself, it’s her personality. How can someone flirt with the opposite sex, if they are not even attracted to them? Is she really flirting? Or is it the new feeling of jealousy that has been introduced to my life since, Ms. Alexis Cartagena walked into it?
“Alright ladies, we’re all done. Let me walk you to security and then I will escort you the air craft.”
“You don’t have to walk us to the gate. We can manage ourselves.” I say to Jackson.
“It’s protocol ma’am. It’s part of my job description.”
“Alright then.”
“Follow me.”
“He has a nice ass,” I say to Alexis.
“He does, doesn’t he. Too bad I’m gay and you are getting married,” she says smiling.
I don’t respond.
We move through security rather effortlessly. Damn, if I would have known that flying privately was this luxurious, I would have done it a long time ago. As we approach the gate there is a gentleman waiting by a set of doors, Jackson says to us, “Well, ladies this is my stop. I hope you enjoy your flight and have a phenomenal time in Florida. I do hope to see your faces again in the future. This here is Mike, he will take it from here.” Jackson grabs my hand and places a kiss on top of it and does the same with Alexis.
“Good evening ladies, please follow me to your aircraft.”
The gate doors open and we have to walk outside. “Oh shit, this is a first. I have never walked outside to get to a plane,” says Alexis.
“I guess I popped that cherry,” is my response. Her bottom lip touched the floor.
There were stairs at the entrance of our aircraft and we ascended them to enter the plane.
“Holy fucking shit. This plane s gorgeous.” I hear Alexis say behind me.
“Wait, it’s empty too. Where are the other passengers?” She states, confused.
“This is our private jet,” I say.
“What do you mean private jet? As in we are the only two passengers.”
“You’re correct, darling. So, sit back and relax.”
“You are joking!”
“I am not joking, I’m serious.” I say to her.
“Welcome aboard ladies, my name is Wilma and I will be taking care of you tonight. I have already prepared two mango martini’s that you may drink before we take off. I’ll prepare two more in case you finish them after the main cabin door has close. Unfortunately, I will not be able to make you another when the captain announces that we are ready for take-off.
“That’s not a problem. Thank you.” I say.
“It’s my pleasure to serve you today. When the captain has cleared me to set your dinner, I will have it ready and let you know when dinner is served. For now, please make your selves comfortable. Have a seat and buckle up, we will be ready for take-off in approximately seven minutes.”
“Holy shit, you weren’t kidding.” She runs up to me, grabs my face, and lands a wet one on my lips.
“You are fucking awesome. I don’t care, be mad that I kissed you but this deserves a kiss, hell it deserves other stuff but hey, whatever. This is the best day of my life. This is nuts.” She is still holding my face. I have my arms wrapped around her waist. It was instinct.
“I’m not going to get mad at the kiss. It’s gratifying knowing that you are this happy. Now if you could let go of my face because you are squeezing the shit out of it.”
“Oh lord, I’m sorry.” She looks mortified.
“Ms. Wilma, we will take the slippers, please and thank you. And those second martini’s since we have just about five minutes before take-off.” I’m going to need way more than that to survive this flight with Alexis.
As my ass meets the chair, I swear I hear it moan. I’m so tired. I can’t wait to go lay down after dinner. I am not going to tell Alexis that there is a place to sleep on this luxurious animal. I don’t want her to think that I am asking her to bed.
Wilma brings us our slippers, and our martini’s. She advices us that she will be closing the cabin door and that we should buckle ourselves in. Alexis, looks at me and smirks, “Holy crap, this is really happening. We are flying in a private jet. This is bananas.”
“Enjoy it. This is for a job well done since you have been part of our team. I have to say, I’m glad that Macory hired you. You are a great asset to this company.”
“Oh, shut it, you are going to make me cry.”
“Alright, I won’t say anything again.”
“Wait, no. Don’t take that personally, it’s the nicest thing you have ever said to me since we started working together.”
“Don’t get used to it.”
“Trust me. I won’t.” she says to me smiling.
I roll my eyes.
“Good Evening ladies, my name is Captain Luther,” says the gentleman who stands before us, a handsome, with seductive eyes of blue, panty dropping looking man. “I plan to get you to Florida safe and sound. I was told that the weather at our destination is eighty-seven degrees. So, please relax, we’ll be in the air in give or take eight minutes. I was told we have an aircraft ahead of us in line for departure.”
“Thank you, captain.” He returns to the cockpit.
“Hey Wilma, can you please make me another drink pretty please,” says Alexis.
“Make that two.” I down my drink. Fuck it.
“So, what made you dye your hair?” I ask Alexis.
“I wanted something different. A change I guess.”
“Oh. Okay.” There is an awkward silence. So, I grab my cellphone and check my emails.
“Ladies please prepare for take-off.”
“Here we go.”
Alexis grabs my hand. “I’m not a fan of take-off.”
“Neither am I. I tell her.” Something that we have in common.
***
Our dinner was interesting. Alexis told me all about her family. It was interesting to find out information that I would have otherwise never known because I wasn’t going to ask. I did learn however, that her mother doesn’t know she is into females and expects her to get married to a man. That really has to suck.
“Hey Alexis, I am going to head to the back.”
“Wait, what is in the back?”
“A bed.”
“Shut up.”
“I’m serious. Come check it out.”
We walk towards the back of the aircraft. There’s door that leads us to the bedroom. I push the door open and turn to Wilma, “Hey Wilma, I am going to take a nap. Can you please knock on the door to wake me up in about an hour?”
“Not a problem ma’am.”
The bedroom is gorgeous. I have never seen a bedroom on a plane before. I fucking outdid myself. This is amazing.
“Raven, there is a room back here.”
“Yes, Alexis there is a room back here,” I say smiling.
She pushes by me and throws herself on top of the bed.
“El diablo, que vaina ni más cómoda.[69]”
Closing the door behind me, I remove my jacket. I am about to knock the hell out. I’m feeling pretty nice from the martini’s we’ve had and I just want to lay down. I place the jacket on the hook behind the door. “Can you move over, I’m freaking tired. Pass me that t-shirt that you are on top of.”
“Sure thing, sweet thang.”
I smirk. I remove my pants and my top. She passes me the t-shirt and I put it on. I remove my bra because my tits are asking for some freedom, they have been incarcerated all damn day. I place my hands on the bed and notice that Alexis wasn’t exaggerating, this bed feels really soft. I lift the covers and crawl under them. I prop myself on my elbow, with my body turned towards Alexis.
“I really want to sleep. I am exhausted. I could just imagine how you feel.”
“I am tired too. Is there a t-shirt for me too?”
“I only requested one.”
“Well then I guess I’m sleeping naked.”
“Alexis you cannot sleep naked next to me.”
“Why?”
“Because, you can’t.”
“That’s not a real answer.” I don’t say anything. I turn myself away from her and close my eyes. I feel the bed dip. I know she is removing her clothes and butterflies begin to flutter in my stomach. I feel a cool breeze under the covers, which means that she probably has lifted them up to get under. I really want to know if she is naked. Before I get the chance to turn around, I feel her breast on my back and her hand wraps around my torso.
“Alexis, I…” I whisper.
I feel her face close to my neck and she says, “Shut up and sleep Raven.”
Her lips brush up on my neck and my pussy moisten up instantly. I shimmy myself closer to her and her hand begins to lower itself down my body. My heart is hammering uncontrollably and my breathing starts to irregulate. She kisses my neck, softly. I moan. Her hand reaches the top lining of my thong, and I shake my head up and down giving her permission to enter. I desperately want her to touch me and I don’t know where this urgency has come from. This want for a woman to touch me in the right places, this urge of lust that freely runs through my body is indescribable. Her hand makes its way over my pussy and using her index finger she parts my fold. She begins to rub my clit. “Damn, you are so fucking wet,” she whispers into my ear. I can’t talk, the way she is talking to me is totally making me even more wet. I am just feeling the motion. I rock on her finger, matching her stoke. She places her other hand under me, between the bed and my body. She plants it on my left tit, squeezing and massaging it. I moan even louder. Her finger masterfully rubs me up and down. She sucks on my earlobe; the sensation is exhilarating. “I. Am. About. To. Cum.” I say in between breathes. She stops abruptly. “What are you doing?” I question her.
“Lay on your back.”
“I’m confused. What do you mean?”
“Lay on your back,” she repeats.
I do as I am told. She kisses me, and I kiss her back. “Do you really want this?”
“Yes, I do. I am not sure why you stopped.”
