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Roses and Butterflies....

debboma ( A big thanks to her; she's the Editor of "The Gold Digger's Trophy")
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@Josephy569915
@hadebimpeh.

Nothing could describe my feeling right now. I couldn't even get angry. I just stood expressionless not a single sign of emotion written on my face, the words kept ringing in my ears. The whole Airport was rotating and revolving around me as the earth revolves around the sun. I was the sun, the blazing sun and if someone is not careful I will burn him today.

Ignore my 5'4 height, I am worse than fire when provoked. I looked around for the sexy snail walking piece of an ass man and I couldn't find him, oh! he was in another lounge.

I was ready to bare my fangs and claws at him today, did I just feel someone snicker? You don't want to see the tigress in me, I devour without mercy and that damn bastard won't escape me today. Even his men in (their fancy deep black) shades won't stop me. If only he walked like every other human without walking as if he owned the world.

I missed my god damn flight!

My heart ached at the thought of Aunt Laura lying down on the hospital bed. I tried reaching Kennedy but it connected to an answering machine instead.

Fuck off, bitch!

I don't want any damn voice mail.

I sat at the waiting area too tired and drained the take a step, I glanced at my outfit and only then did I realize I looked like I was going to the store down the street to get tampoons or A pair of tooth brush. The sweat shirt loosely hung on my body with my favorite joggers

I was less concerned about my appearance but meeting up with my plans is the most essential right now.

I placed my head in between my knees and folded my hands at the back of my head, stamping my feet on the ground making incoherent noises and rambles letting out a frustrated grunt.

Concurrently, I couldn't help but notice the fiery, confused glare people shot at me, they wondered if I was a psycho that escaped from rehab. I shot out glances and glared at them which discomfited them that they moved to the extreme end of the waiting chair. hmmm I thought to myself, "what a wicked witch!

My mind drifted back to the night Aunt Laura found me. I was almost dead with burns and a scald body. I remember running for my life, breaking and fighting my way through the woods without looking back despite the sticks and tree branches clustering my lane. that day, I had learnt that the basic law of human nature is "survival".

Not knowing where I was nor where I was heading to but I knew I heard the voices searching for me. Panic shot through me and I felt myself shivering. I was exhausted but mustered up every atom of strength in me and managed to look back at the blazing flame behind me. An image that has come to haunt me till this date.

The voices were getting nearer and I thought I should give up but something strong and fierce in me made me go on limping and fighting my way out. And then it happened, I missed my footing, I slipped and rolled down through a clear path, I kept rolling, losing my balance without anything to hold onto, not long after I felt a hard object and sharp pain behind me; I was flung to a tree and I immediately lost all consciousness.

Upon opening my eyes several days later and I was met with a beautiful pair of hazel-eyed lady by my bed side. She later introduced herself as Laura. Since then Aunt Laura became a big part of my life.

It was a painful memory that I tried so hard to forget. There's really no point remembering it today. I raked through my mind and thought of a possible solution. Then an idea flashed through my mind.

I called Keizy and asked if she had her way around with any top official at the airport that could help with something no matter how little. I believed in being optimistic. I didn't give me any hope but she would see what can be done.

Well, it's not like they would give me a private jet or something. At least, not with the fact that I left my glamourous self at home and looked like I just came out from the countryside.

Kiezy called back to apologized, I wouldn't blame her,  I knew there was nothing to do to save the situation, I'll probably wait even if it kills me.

A lady approached me and told me that a gentleman chartered a private plane and offered to have me in since we were headed the same destination.

I told her politely that I could order a cab and I don't accept free rides especially from strangers.

She looked at me as if I just uttered gibberish.
She looked puzzled and I really don't get this lady, my anger was almost fuming in the air. I turned back and only then did her message hit a nerve.

I opened my mouth and closed it back.

Look I've met big people and dated top bachelors but C'mon no one has ever offered me a plane lift before.
Who does that!
A frigging plane lift!

I squealed like a child and did a little victory dance, to hell with any classy image! I was delighted and I really don't mind tagging along even if I'm being tied on top of the plane.

The lady looked at me like I was losing it, she turned her head sideways as if deliberating on calling a psychiatrist.

Then I remembered the snail that got me in this situation and the smile faded from my lips and I unconsciously squeezed my palms imagining it to be his head.

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Did I say I love high-class life? Sorry but I just realized I've never really nailed a billionaire. Who the fuck owns this beautiful baby girl the world calls a plane. Sorry but I wanna call it Paradise, I was gawking it the minute I entered the plane. This isn't a commercial plane, it's a frigging private plane.

Truth is, this kind of thing feels strange, I was allowed into a private plane without being questioned and I haven't even seen the owner of this paradise, my saviour. I was hesitant at first but then this whole thing was done in a public place and my information was online. I guess God answered my prayer, girl I better become more religious. But my garments ain't white, it's stark black, charcoal black, needs cleansing.

The flight attendant ushered me to a seat and I smiled back. I comported  myself and quickly changed my demure to be unfazed by everything around me, but using the corners of my eyes, I scanned the interior designs of the aircraft and my eyes nearly popped out at the display of extravagance laid before me.

The interior was a blend of browns and creams with touches of red and gold colours, and attractive medley to achieve an elegant and striking atmosphere. The living room was located not too far from the lounge and there stood a mini table broad enough to serve as a dinner table.

The wealthy sure has a taste!

The attendant came back to meet me to pass a message that I'm free to use the facilities. I was wowed. Honestly, who could be giving me this high-class treatment? My request to meet whosoever it was was politely turned down. I was getting scared at this point. Being kidnapped wouldn't be a logical thing for anyone right now, but then who knows if any of my previous clients got a wind of me or found out the truth.

That thought alone sent terror through my spine and I was almost hyperventilating, so I stood up to get a breather.

I beckoned to the pretty attendant and requested to use the rest room.

It was as if everywhere was laced with gold. The glass walls had a fair amount of golden outlining its corners. I calmed myself down a little before making my way back to my previous seat while taking note of the interiors, a room caught my interest.

Curiosity kills the cat so they say, I shrugged my shoulder.

Probably they will tie me down and make me work for them, of course I don't mind. I will volunteer to be the owner's slave. Rich and sexy slave ehn ehn ehn.
Sometimes my hand works faster than my brain and I hope it doesn't put me into trouble.

I heard a rich baritone voice speaking Italian coming out of the room and I only caught a glimpse of the man's side features.

(Italian)
Sì I miei avvocati le invieranno una copia del contratto. È possibile verificare e parlare con i vostri avvocati, se lo si desidera.Sì Sì certo.La spedizione arriverà subito dopo la firma del contratto.Oh! Di' a Lorenzo di prendersi cura dei suoi uomini, non Voglio che la notizia si diffonda

(Interpretation)
(Yes! My lawyers will send a copy of the contract agreement to you. You can verify and speak with your lawyers if you so please.Yes, Yes of course. The shipment will arrive immediately after signing the contract. Oh! Tell Lorenzo to take care of his men, I don't want news spreading around)

Oh my!

Is this man in the Mafia? What's with his choice of words!
I almost cried out! I had to cover my mouth to avoid any sound from leaking out of my mouth.

I heard they are dangerous, I personally avoid dangerous men. How could I be blinded by the need to travel by all means. But then Aunt Laura means a lot to me and I wasn't thinking straight. It's not everyday you get an aircraft lift by Mr dark and mysterious.

I peeked again and saw the back of his head, his dark hair sticking out at the back, then something flashed and I swear I knew the person wearing that cap. At back of the cap was a designed logo "P" with flaming red fire surrounding it. The same one I saw Mr snail wearing at the airport. Without thinking twice, I barged into the room.

You! I screeched pointing my fingers at him.

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