Fiyza (COMPLETE)

July 10, 2005: part 2

I turned my head his way and finally got a good look of him. Justice was a milk chocolate, brown-skinned man with long locs in his hair. His lips were full and dark brown, and he had the cutest small dimples in his cheeks when he smiled. I could tell that he wasn’t super tall, but he wasn’t short either…he could’ve been about 5’10” in height. His d**k print let me know that he was well endowed as well. The man was good-looking, and I could tell, he knew it.

He looked over at me as I was observing him and showed me his pretty ass teeth. Something about a man with a nice smile and straight white teeth makes my panties moisten.

“Where are you headed?” He asked.

“Miami. I need a vacation.”

He nodded his head and then he must’ve started thinking too much because his face changed into a more puzzled look. “Where are your friends? Are they meeting you up here?”

“No, I can handle Miami by myself. This is my solo trip.”

“Damn! Where your man? He letting you go to Miami by yourself? You couldn’t be mine, I’d never let you go by yourself. Don’t he mind?”

Ok, this dude is nosey as hell! I was instantly getting aggravated with his interrogating ass.

“I don’t recall saying that I had a man. I also don’t recall asking you how you felt about me leaving! You don’t know me!”

He looked shocked as I spoke to him. “My bad. I was just trying to make conversation. I didn’t know you would get riled up by my comments.” He shook his head and leaned back in his sit, holding the wheel with only one of his hands. “I’ll just shut the f**k up. We’re pulling up, anyway.”

I may have handled that wrong, but just as I was getting ready to say something to him is when I felt my phone vibrating in my purse. I took it out and I looked at the screen.

 It was Nicole! I definitely don’t have time for her. I pressed the ignore button and sent her call to my voicemail.

My phone notified me that I had 14 missed calls and 6 text messages. They were all from a very pissed off mom.

I opened my text messages up and read the first few texts that she sent.

“This better be a joke, Fiyza! Where the hell are you?”

 Answer me, damnit!”

“You ungrateful b***h! How dare you leave me like this! I have given you everything and this is the type of s**t your stupid ass want to do?? Bring your ass home now!!”

I stopped reading and quickly blocked her from contacting me. She will be fine. She ain’t stopping me from getting on this plane. That much I know for sure.

Justice and I finally reached the airport. I thanked him, but he didn’t respond. I got out of the car and had the concierge people get my bags out of the trunk and escort me to my plane.

I was in awe as I was walking through the airport. It was like walking through a giant mall but having endless possibilities of places to go and shop.  

My concierge girl was trying to get me to walk faster and so that I wouldn’t miss my flight. I didn’t even realize that I had been gawking at the scenery of the airport for over thirty minutes.

I made my way past the security checks and checking in my bags and I could finally board the plane. I was walking fast, trying to put my phone back in my purse, and I bumped into someone… hard.

“My fault, I wasn’t looking.” I looked up and caught sight of the person I bumped into. He turned around with a “what the f**k” face but quickly softened it when he saw me.

“You good, sweetheart. You not gone miss the plane, you can slow down.” He said to me with a slight smirk on his face.

I rolled my eyes, smiled at him and moved my hair out of my face and behind my ear. “Well, again, my bad. I’ll try to slow down.”

He turned back around and walked to his seat. I, on the other hand, had no idea how to find my seat. The stewardess must’ve sensed the frustration that was brewing inside me because she came out of nowhere, smiling at me.