Arrived

Matt's POV:

She looks so beautiful when she's asleep; she seems at peace. I won't lie and say last night wasn't one of the best nights of my life.

I'm still trying to convince her to stay, but no matter how hard I thrust into her and made her cry out in pleasure, her answer remained the same.

Watching her toss and turn in her sleep, I smile—wait, no, I can't be falling for her.

I mean, we are from completely different worlds, and I don't want her to get mixed up in my world. Behind all the cigars, fancy suits, flashy cars, and homes, the business is treacherous, and the kind of money I make does not grow on any tree.

I continue drinking my scotch, watching her. There's something about her that's different. I don't know what it is, but I want to figure it out.

"Hey," she says in the sexiest morning voice I've ever heard. I'm trying to conceal my attraction before she notices.

"Morning, Cinderella," I reply, caressing her cheek. Her skin feels smooth and soft, like touching a cloud. I smile, but I hide it.

What the hell, man! You slept with her once, and now you're admiring her.

Okay, stop. I stare at her for the last time, standing up and moving to sit in the other room. Maybe if I do some work, I'll stop thinking about last night. As I sit down and open my laptop to log in, she walks past me. I gaze longingly at her curves and her plump ass.

"Hey, Matt, my eyes are up here." I didn't even notice she turned around. I need to get my act together. I run my fingers through my hair, and she grins.

"Uhm," I clear my throat. "We'll be in Atlanta in about 45 minutes." She nods and heads back into the room, probably going to take a shower.

"Hey, uhm, where's my luggage?" she says, sticking her head out of the room.

"There's a button by the light switch, press it for 3 seconds, and the closet will unveil itself to you."

"Ah, oh wow, okay," I hear her gasp from the other room. Pleased with her response, I smile.

I don't know why, but hearing her validate all this makes it much cooler.

Thirty minutes pass, and she comes out looking as beautiful as ever. She sits by the window seat, and the sun does her skin so much justice.

Glowing like the angel she is, she stares at me and smiles. I can't help but smile back, but I quickly turn away. I don't want to make conversation with her.

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"We will be landing soon, sir," the pilot says through the speaker. I can't help but feel sad; 24 hours with her felt like a few minutes, and now our ride together is coming to an end.

The jet glides easily through the sky and lands perfectly on the runway. Yep, 4.5 million spent wisely, I suppose.

Glancing at her, she looks so happy to have arrived. As much as I want to take her with me, willing or not, I can't. That smile on her face is worth way more than everything I own. She starts getting up to exit the jet, and I grab her wrist before she can pick up her luggage.

"I still don't know your name," I say, standing up and stepping in front of her.

"Don't worry about it, Matt. Thanks, and take care," she says, walking away. I stop her, wrapping my arms around her waist, and I look down at her.

"Okay, but at least give me something—your number, your snap, anything," I say, grabbing her face, pleading with her, my desperation evident.

She looks at me, smiles, kisses my cheek, and walks away. I just freeze in place, stunned.

Is this how it feels to be a one-night stand? But shit, I've had plenty of one-night stands, and with her, it's different.

I felt that deep passion, so intense that my body still yearns for more—more of her lips, more of her touch. But there she goes, leaving me to wonder what I did wrong. Quickly taking my phone out of my pocket, I dial Jameson.

"James, do me a favor—keep tabs on the girl I came here with," I say, looking out the window, watching her disappear into the crowd of people.

"Okay, sir. I need a name."

"Huh," I nod. "She didn't tell me," I smile, looking at the crowd once more, but she's no longer visible.

Just like the angel she is, she came into my life and made an impact. But just when I was getting comfortable, she left. My thoughts alone pain me.

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Zuri's POV:

Wow, I have to say, Atlanta is gorgeous. I walk through the crowd of people; some turn around to look at me, and others whisper. Oh my gosh, did I do something wrong? Was I not supposed to use this exit?

"That girl just walked out of Matt Armenteros’s private jet." I try to find out who said that, but everyone looks like they're minding their business.

I can still tell they're talking about me in hushed voices. I reach the outside of the airport and try to call a cab the same way they do in movies, but I'm having no luck. Forced, I make my way to a group of locals.

"Hey, uhm, could you possibly tell me how you guys call cabs around here?" They all look at me like I'm stupid.

"Oh, girl, what's that accent?" one girl says.

"I don't have an accent," I know for sure I don't have an accent, but they have one.

"Kareesha, leave the young lady alone," a handsome man says, pushing through their friend group. Our eyes lock, and he smirks, walking up to me, doing the whole licking his lips, looking me up and down. Here I thought it only happens in movies, but boy, was I wrong.

"Where are you from, mama?" he grins.

"Uhm, South Africa," I say softly. Making eye contact with this man is so hard right now, and I don't know why.

"You're from Africa?" he asks again, trying to confirm, and I nod.

"Would you look at that, my ancestors brought me a wife," he says, placing his hands around my waist.

"Ouuu," his friend group says, all in unison.

"I have to give it to you, that was smooth," one girl says. I just blush; I mean, that was kinda smooth.

"Hey, hey, Noah, get your hands off her; she was asking for directions, not an STD," a man says, making the man I now know as Noah turn around, glaring at him. The man walks towards me, and when I say Noah is handsome, scratch that because the man I'm looking at right now is beyond words.

"Hi, I'm Amir." Ah, why does his voice also have to be sexy? He takes my hand and kisses it, looking back up at me; we make eye contact, and he smirks.

"So, what's your name?" "Your wife," that's my name. Laughing at my thoughts, I look up at him.

"Raghba," I say, looking at him dead in the eyes. I don't know, but my confidence levels have been off the charts. He looks at me, stunned; his face slowly turns from stunned to amused.

"You speak Arabic," he says, leaning close to me.

"A little bit of it," I say, patting his chest, and my goodness, did it feel rock hard. Looking down at my hand placement, he smirks.

"So, my raghba, do you have a tour guide, or will you be comfortable enough for me to show you around?" he says, twisting my curl between his fingers.

"I'll go wherever you want me to go," I say, fixing his collar. Lord, please tell me I'm not daydreaming right now because damn, I am loving this confidence.

"Hey, guys, I'm heading out; I want to show the young lady around," he says, not even looking at them but looking at me.