Douglas Coleman's POV

"Baby, you need to relax" I tell Temah, with a small grin.

We are in my private jet, of course, and Temah is nervous as hell having never been on a plane before.

I look up from my phone and I see that her nails are now dig into the chair, as she tries to keep her breaths even.

I chuckle and prise her fingers off of the seat, pulling her into my lap.

She immediately wraps her arms around me, face in my neck like a child that needs consolation.

Her shaking lessens and I kiss her ear before chuckling again.

"Crybaby" I tease.

She pulls away and glares at me, making me laugh harder.

"Douglas, it's not funny! We could die up in the air and there are so many things I haven't done yet!" She whines.

I hold back another chuckle.

"Yeah? Like what?" I ask.

She lays her head back onto my chest.

"Like going to new places! And meeting new people. Trying new foods, exploring new talents" she tells me and I nod, feeling her relax as she continues to speak.

She continues to talk, now a lot calmer and relaxed.

We chat a little bit more and she even falls asleep.

I take her to the passenger cabin bedroom and undress her, before tucking her in.

I'll wake her up in a couple of hours so that she can freshen up before we land.

I set a reminder up in my phone and when I'm sure that she is definitely asleep.

I open up my laptop to do some more last minute planning.

There is nothing like being too prepared, when it comes to Temah.

An hour later, my plans are nearly finished, when someone clears their throat.

I look up.

A flight attendant stands over me with a smile too overly wide and low key condescending.

I think her name is Krista.

She is tall, even without the uncomfortable looking heels that she's wearing.

She's extremely skinny and pale, her dark hair pulled into a neat bun under her uniform cap.

Her recently touched up makeup is caked on, the red lipstick thick, her pale blue eyes, rimmed with black eyeliner and false eyelashes.

Her pointed 'European' features, pointed nose and small mouth are pretty... but they don't appeal to me.

I like 'African' features. Thick lips, big nose big forehead and a body that bangs.

This girl.... is not that.

I know a girl who is though and she is fast asleep.

In my bed.

Snoring a little.

"Is there anything I can get for you... sir?" She asks, placing emphasis on the last word.

I think I just threw up in my mouth a little.

That kink only works on me with one person.

And it's not her.

But let's remain polite.

I don't want her to convince my pilot to crash the plane or anything.

"No, I'm alright, thank you" I respond, looking back at my laptop, wondering whether Temah, would like the taste of British beer or not.

Probably not.

Even without looking, I can tell that the flight attendant has leaned forwards, to give me a better view of her amplified breasts.

"Are you sure I can't help you with anything?" She asks, softly, hand on my shoulder.

I look up at her, with a blank expression on my face.

Fuck being polite.

I have a girlfriend to defend and I'm about to rip this persistent cockroach a new one!

"First of all, get out of my face, your breath stinks" I say.

She immediately shoots up, slapping her hands over her mouth.

"Secondly, button up that shirt and have a little bit of class. Acting like that can't and won't run in my company" I say rudely.

She chokes on her spit and her face reddens, hands still over her mouth.

"And finally..." I say giving her a chilling once over, twisting my face with disgust.

"You're definitely not my type and if my girlfriend, who is on this flight as we speak, saw you, she'd lose her shit. If she wanted to kick your ass, I'd let her" I shrug, knowing fully well that Temah is on a thin line with the woman that seem to want to circle me like sharks.

The flight attendant, suddenly pales significantly and her eyes move to something behind me.

I look.

Temah.

I try not to let my mind wander, as I take in the sight of her.

She's clearly found my set of clothes that I have left on board and she's wearing on of my pyjama shirts, which stops mid-thigh.

The first button is purposely left open and she wears a pair of my indoor shoes, which seem to be huge on her, but she doesn't care.

She walks up to the girl, staring at her trembling frame for a second, watching as she cowers away slightly.

Temah smiles suddenly and then sits on my knee.

I pull her closer, resting my hand on her thigh.

"What's going on here?" Temah asks, picking up a class of water and sipping it, then putting it back on the table.

The girl is now shaking like a leaf.

"I- I was just... I didn't" she stutters.

"Because it looks like you were coming onto someone who didn't want you" Temah says.

"Do you know what that counts for?" Temah asks.

"No, ma'am" the flight attendant responds.

"Well let me tell you. It's called sexual assault and sexual harassment. Do you want to be sued by one of America's largest industries for sexual harassment?" Temah asks.

The flight attendant shakes her head, no.

She places a hand on my groin, grinning at the stiffened attendant.

I look at my woman, wondering what she's doing.

Her eyes are still on Krista.

"You know that he's taken right?" Temah asks.

Krista doesn't move.

"I asked you some" Temah says coldly.

Krista nods slowly.

Her grip on me tightens a little, making me stifle a soft groan.

Don't go hard.

Don't go hard.

I try to think of every worst case scenario in my head to take my mind off the current situation and stop myself from getting embarrassed.

"Oh so you're not as stupid as you look. This should be simple then." Temah says, venom in her tone.

"This man here.... mine. Don't look at him like you want to fuck him. Don't talk to him like you want to fuck him. Don't touch him like you want to fuck him. Don't even think about fucking him. And if I get to know that you are?

I will personally make sure that you are blacklisted from every job in New York. Do you understand?" Temah asks.

Krista nods rapidly.

"Go." Temah allows.

Krista quickly departs, leaving us.

Temah slumps back into me, with a sigh.

"Am I gonna beat off the amount of girls after you with a stick?" She asks, rubbing her fingers on her temples

I chuckle, putting my face in her neck.

"I had it, you know. I was mid-defence" I tell her, kissing her neck and applying a little more pressure on her thigh.

"I know, but I woke up and I thought I should check on you. And when I saw her doing all that, I couldn't take it!" She says.

I hold her closer.

"You handled it well" I tell her.

"Next time. I won't. Frankly, I'm tired of this bullshit and the only reason I didn't beat her skinny ass, is because I'm not risking our lives to fight a bitch on a whole ass plane!" Temah laughs.

I laugh with her and she gets up, stretching.

My shirt rides up, exposing more of her thighs and the underside of her ass.

She catches me staring and leans down to give me a short kiss.

"We'll have all the time in the world for that, when we get to London" she says, obviously knowing my dirty thoughts.

I nod in agreement.

"Yeah. But don't expect me to take it easy on you" I shrug, making her gasp.

I chuckle again and she ducks her head shyly, scuttling back to the cabin bedroom quickly to freshen up.

"Dear passangers! This is your head pilot, Terry, speaking. We will be arriving in Heathrow airport. London, England.

Please make sure that you are ready for landing in the next 45 to 60 minutes.

Thank you.

We're here!

I look out of my window excitedly.

I'm home!

And my lover is here with me!

This trip has to be perfect!

——————————————-

Hey all!

What did you think about this one?

What do you think will happen next?

~ Xo.