I have often wondered why they had me. The only answer I can give myself is that they needed an heir to pass on the title. I often had the feeling of being invisible in their eyes, and it hurt. I felt that I was disappearing, annihilating myself, but I had two angels who filled the void left by my parents.
I try to relax but I can't. The blonde next to me is a distraction—a delightful distraction. Her fingers fly on the keyboard. I wonder if she’s really typing and mostly what.
When her lips touch the glass, sipping her wine, I wish I were that glass.
Her eyes are closed, and she’s listening to something she likes. She has a gorgeous smile, and her lips mimic the lyrics. She’s adorable and sexy.
I settle on the chair and close my eyes. It’ll be a very long flight. Maybe while I’m resting, time will pass more quickly.
Light makes me jump up, catching the girl's attention.
"I'm sorry if the light bothers you. I’ll turn it off,” she says, apologizing.
"Don't worry. It was just a bad dream,” I say as our eyes lock.
She has ocean blue eyes, perfect pink lips, and a sweet voice.
You have to stop thinking about her. She's not for you.
I close my eyes again, and after a while, a delicate and sensual perfume envelops me. I open my eyes and see her in front of me, between my legs.
Her eyes widen, and I smile as I see her blushing.
"I'm ... I'm sorry. I didn't want to disturb you. I needed to get up for a walk."
I smile. “Please stop apologizing. You haven't done anything wrong."
"Okay...” she answers uncertainly.
As she walks away, I reach down to look at her. Her jeans are molded to that perfect body. I see that her playlist is open, and I peek.
Let me see what you're listening to, baby.
She has many songs that I’ve never heard and many that I love.You’re full of surprises.
I go back to sleep, or at least I try, but I feel a weight falling on me.
"What the fuck?" I wake up to find her on me.
"I'm sorry," she whispers but doesn't get up. I have to say, I don't mind the situation. Her breath tickles my neck and gives me goosebumps.
"Okay… do you have to tell me something?"
"No."
"Then why are you still on me?" I ask her playfully.
"I'm not..." She widens her eyes, blushing. "I'm not on you. The man reclined his chair, and I fell forward.”
"Hmmm..."
"You know what? Let's swap places so that these accidents won't happen again. The flight is long, and I'll need to get up every two hours."
When she's nervous, she talks fast, and it makes me smile.
"Are you sure?"
"More than sure."
