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During our two-hour trip to the airport, I learned a whole lot more about Vincent.

Trancy Towers, where he works, is a parent company to multiple casinos, hotels, restaurants, and clubs, including club sin, which he personally named and created.

Everything else was created by his dad and taken over by him.

His sister, Vivian, was supposed to take over, but she had absolutely no idea how to manage a club and didn't want to. She's kind of irresponsible when it comes to those things.

Vanni's baby daddy, Lance, was in the military and killed on duty. He was supposed to come back the following week to see the birth of their son, Admiral, which was what Lance was working towards, but instead, what came back was his badge of honor.

Vincent's never had girlfriends, just hookups, which explains why he doesn't know that buying his girlfriend Starbucks and McDonald's is being a good boyfriend.

Just kidding. But still.

After Vincent stopped answering my questions, I started wondering about my own life.

Who the fuck is that kid that my parents want A'raya to marry? She's so excited, saying he's so fine and handsome...but is he a good person?

I sighed. "Vincent, can you do me a favor?"

Vincent narrowed his eyes. "Ok...what?"

"My sister's going to marry a now eighteen-year-old man in three years. Can you find out if he's anything like Derek?"

Vincent nodded, intertwining our fingers. "Sure."

I smiled. "Thank you, Pookie."

Vincent parked the car and side-eyed me. "Please get out of the car."

I giggled, kissing his cheek before getting out of the car to stretch.

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"Hey, y'all!" I squealed. "Sorry I took so long. Vincent is so slow." I laughed when Vincent narrowed his eyes.

Khassy and Elora hugged me, jumping up and down.

"I'm so excited!" Elora giggled.

"As shown by the four bags you brought." Phoebe teased.

Khascian and I furrowed our brows. "Four bags?! Girl, what?"

Elora shrugged. "Finny didn't complain?"

"Dr. Clancy?" Khascian asked.

Elora nodded.

"Dr. Finnegan Clancy?"

"Yes, what?" Elora asked.

"You call him Finny?" Phoebe asked.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"He's a grown man, Elora." I laughed.

"A'roya, you can't be talking," Vincent spoke up, grimacing.

He's probably annoyed that he has to listen to this conversation. Silas, Jericho, and Finnegan seem to be somewhere else. They aren't here.

"Oh!" I exclaimed. "This is my baby, Vincent."

Vincent sighed, rolling his eyes when the girls giggled. "Hey, I'm Khassy Jackson. Silas probably told you about me."

"I stopped listening after it got sexual."

Khascian eyes went wide, and I shoved Vincent.

"I'm Elora Baros. I don't think you know my boyfriend."

"I don't." I glared at Vincent.

"I'm Phoebe Baros; Jericho's my fiance."

"I'm Vincent Trancy."

"We know." They all said.

I do talk about him a lot, send pictures of him sleeping, and maybe just talk about how good he is in bed. He's such a fine man; I'm so lucky.

"Right, where is Silas?" Vincent asked for his only escape.

"At Chick fil a, he's hungry."

Vincent rolled his eyes. "He's always hungry."

Khascian nodded. "Yup,"

I furrowed my brows. How come Vincent can't eat too much, but Silas can?

"Thanks," Vincent said nonchalantly before walking away.

"He's a bit intimidating," Phoebe said, watching him walk away.

I shrugged. "He just acts like a fool around new people. He'll warm up to you guys."

"I hope so. He's a little too scary." Elora said with concerned eyebrows. "I hope he's not one of those boyfriends who loves the girl, hates the girl's friends."

Phoebe winced, and I rolled my eyes. "Don't be dramatic. He's such an angel–no, lemme not use that word. He's a........damn, I can't describe him. He's nice when necessary."

"Uh." Khascian raised her eyebrows.

I groaned. "He's not Derek. There."

They all nodded.

"Fair enough." Elora shrugged.

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Jericho and Phoebe had to ride economy since they didn't pay for themselves, Jericho didn't mind, but Phoebe was a little annoyed since Jericho had more than enough to get business or first class without a dent in his bank.

That's true. Jericho planned his escape at ten years old. He worked at fifteen and never used a cent of what he earned.

He has over six hundred thousand from twelve years of extreme savings. He also works as a firefighter and has been for over five years and earns a salary of over one hundred thousand dollars.

Why do I know this? He told me.

Elora, Finnegan, Khascian, and Silas are in business class, and I thought that's what Vincent and I would be, but he had to go all out.

We're in first class.

"Bruh," I groaned. "We're all alone."

"So are Jericho and Phoebe."

"I don't give a fuck about Jericho. He's probably fucking her right now, trying to join the mile-high club."

Vincent sipped his high-class champagne. "We should join that too."

I laughed in disbelief. "In an airplane? Is that even legal?"

Vince scoffed. "I couldn't give a fuck whether it was. Get up."

I smiled, licking my lips as Vincent and I went to the bathroom. He locked the door behind him and then locked our lips, lifting me onto the sink.

"Vincent," I moaned as he sucked on my neck, lifting up my dress. He scoffed. "No, panties?"

"I was planning to do this at a civilized place after we landed."

Vincent smirked, pushing his two fingers in as I gasped. "The airplane is a very civilized place." He whispered against my lips.

My hands climbed up his shoulders, his fingers pumping in and out of me. I groaned, trying to keep quiet. He was going too fast. I whimpered as his free hand grabbed my boob, pulling the top of my dress down to reveal my braless boobs.

He sucked on my hard nipples while scissoring inside me, using his fingers to pound me. "Vincent, please," I whined. It was only so long that I could keep quiet.

His fingers repeatedly pummeled into my g-spot, making wet noises as I screamed into his shoulder. My legs were shaking and writhing as I came.

Vincent licked his fingers clean. I never got that. It can't be that good.

Vincent took off his pants, turning me around, so my ass was facing him. He never talks when we have sex. He just gets right to it.

He rammed into my hole. My eyes widened, and both my hands flew up to my mouth as he fucked me up, pounding me from behind. He grabbed my hair and forced me to arch my back, pushing himself deeper until he felt himself touch my cervix, groaning when I clenched.

Tears stream down my face already. This isn't something I'll ever get used to. "Oh my god, oh my god!" I squealed.

I whimpered, tapping his waist to get him to slow down. I can't take it. But he ignored me, going faster, hammering into me. I bit into my hand to keep it quiet, and it didn't even hurt because the pleasure I was receiving was too much. He pushed my head down on the sink and grinded into me.

I gave out, cumming, squirting, creaming. I don't know; I know that I came hard, and it felt so good I can't remember.

"Fuck, Vincent," I said breathlessly.