Being brave

It turned out that Alexandro King had a lot of things I didn’t know about, I also had a lot of things I didn’t know about too. Like an international passport.

But I was traveling in a plane with only four other people, Alexandro, two pilots and one attendant.

I had a feeling Alexandro had fucked her before because she kept giving him a sexy look, opened two extra buttons that revealed her cleavage, and kept trying to jiggle her breast in my front.

I didn’t care, except that I thought it was absolute disrespect to try to seduce a man in front of his wife.

Call me crazy, but when she turned to enter a door, I didn’t have an idea where it led, I stood up and followed her.

Her face fell as soon as she looked back and saw me, but I gave her a death glare that had her moving forward.

Her legs shook as she pushed her tiny silhouette heels forward, I had to admit she had a nice ass. What was Alexandro’s taste exactly, Lauren had very crazy huge boobs, this one’s boobs looked nice, but I could guess it was the curtsey of push-up bras. Her ass was another story entirely, except she had been enhanced by needles, she had a great ass.

“So,” I did a quick glance at the tag on her chest, “Stella.” I couldn’t pronounce her other name, so I just stuck to Stella.

“Mrs. King.” She called back, he stood upright and tried to look brave, but her shaky voice gave her away. This was one of the advantages of being a mystery, everyone was afraid because they didn’t know who exactly I was.

I smiled, “You got that right, even if I didn’t have a name tag.”

She rolled her eyes, feeling brave, “Your husband owns this plane.”

“That’s true, your paycheck comes from him too, from my husband. Is that money not enough for you?” I asked I was no longer smiling, and I lifted my hands to her boobs.

My initial plan was to button up her shirt and warn her to be proper near me and my husband, but well, I wanted to confirm my suspicion, so I dipped my hand into her bra through her exposed shirt. I chucked when I realized I was right.

“If you want to seduce someone, you’d have to do better than pushup bras.” I scoffed before buttoning her shirt up. I gave her a small tap on the shoulder, “Keep up the good work, Stella.”

I walked out feeling the best I’ve felt in days.

Alexandro gave me a funny look, but I looked away and faced outside, feeling all macho.

Earlier today when we had left the hotel, some of the staff waved us off with teary eyes, and Alexandro and I held hands, acting all cuddly for the viewers.

I gave him space the moment we got into the plane and now I couldn’t wait for us to take off.

“You seem so… familiar with the environment… I had guessed this was your first flight, am I wrong?” He asked. There was a book in his hand, it had his total attention, he wasn’t even looking at me, but I felt my stomach fold and an uneasy feeling swim in me at the sound of his voice.

I fixed a certain boldness I didn’t feel in my voice and attempted to act nonchalant.

“It’s my first flight.” I kept it short, if I spoke more words, the dread I was feeling might slip into it.

I saw him nod, but he didn’t spare me a glance.

The Pilot announced our take off and I felt the blood drain from my face, c’mom, not everyone was afraid of flying. The first flight couldn’t be so bad, I wasn’t the kind of girl who was afraid of things, I was one of the strong kind, who faced their fears and looked the devil in the eye.

I could do this.

I chanted the words to myself and gripped my seat till I felt my knuckles turn white and it began to feel like I was choking.

I closed my eyes and thought of my mom. She was definitely in heaven, and I was flying close to her. She wouldn’t let any bad thing happen to me.

My legs were off the ground, and I couldn’t stop myself from falling. I gripped my seat tighter and wished I could hold someone right now. In the books I had read, when the girl was in a condition like this, feeling scared and alone, the guy shows up and holds her hand, or wraps his arms around her. Alexandro sat right in front of me and didn’t even care if I died of fright.

I steeled my whole body. What exactly was I scared of? The plane? Flying so high? Crashing?

I was afraid of dying, I opened my eyes and looked at Alexandro King. He was drinking a glass of scotch, the bottle laid on the stack there and I couldn’t remember seeing it earlier. The point was, this man wasn’t afraid. Not of dying or of crashing. And I was on this plane with him. So why should I be afraid?

I took a deep breath in anger; I was angry with myself. Why put me through such crazy torture?

I would be fine. I didn’t take up being Mrs. King to die on my first flight. I looked up to see that we were in the sky already, taking off was the hardest part and I had gone through. I went through it by myself. I was my fucking hero.

I opened my purse to pull out my ear pods. I took a glass of water and opened my favorite playlist.

I was going to enjoy the rest of the flight.

Stella came at regular intervals to ask what I needed, she did well to avoid my eyes and keep her shirt up. I got a cool fruit salad that was awesomely prepared and juice.

The rest of the flight was smooth, lucky me, there was no turbulence or any form of threat. Or maybe I just slept through it.

I wasn’t sure how long we flew, but when I opened my eyes, I heard the pilot announce we were about to descend, I confirmed my belt was still secured, looked outside, and admired the clouds, I even brought up my phone and took a picture, uploaded it too.

I took another of Alexandro. He caught me taking it but didn’t say a word. I said nothing either.

I was going to have fun; no threat would break my spirit.

Besides, who went to Paris to brood?

Definitely not me.