Page 34 of Queen of the Pole

“Who is this with you, man? Where is Mya?” I had to ask him, bringing up his wife, just in case he forgot for a second that he was married.

“Stay out my marriage, nigga. You see Mya? If not, then don’t bring her up,” he said, getting defensive. He knew to get defensive because the shit he was doing was wrong.

I actually liked Mya. She was cool. A damn good wife to my brother, even though she didn’t need to be. He wasn’t deserving of it. She was a good mother to their kids too. She was supportive when it came to his position that he played within the business. I’m sure she would have loved to be here this morning, celebrating this win with the team. It’s no telling the lies that he fed her though.

I ended up walking away from him because I didn’t want him thinking that I condoned this shit. I went over to the aircraft, so that I could check out what brought me here in the first place.

I made my way over, and my mouth damn near dropped once I was closer to it. Shit was beautiful. It was one of one for sure because I know for a fact that I’ve never seen another aircraft like this before. It was that same black, glossy color as the rest of the fleet, along with the gold lettering, reading, ‘Bennett Aviation Group’, but those were the only similarities. This plane looked modern. The body was long, and sleek. Standing here, seeing the windows, you could check out how dark they were, as if a tint was added to them. Wasn’t sure how much my pops pushed out to create this, but just from the look of it, I could tell that it was a pretty penny.

Everyone had their phones out, and they were either recording it, or taking pictures of it. As I was standing here, taking it all in, I felt someone walk up on me. It was my mom. She was wearing a smile on her beautiful face. I’ve been working so much these past few days that I haven’t pulled up on her in a little minute, so the second she was close enough, she wrapped her arms around me, hugging me from the side. She squeezed me as she held onto me.

My mom was tall, but I was much taller than her. While she had her arms wrapped around me, I was able to lean my head down, so I could kiss her on her forehead.

“What’s up beautiful?” I asked, once she pulled away from me.

“I didn’t think you were going to come. I’m happy to see you,” she said.

My mom cleaned up nicely. For as long as I could remember, my mom has always been the kind of woman to put that shit on, even if she was just going across the street to the grocery store. This morning was no different. We had perfect weather today, so she was able to wear a light blue button down top, that she had tucked inside of a pair of high- waisted jeans. She wore a long tan trenched coat on top of the outfit, but it was casually draped across her shoulders.

She’s been growing her Birkin collection for as long as I can remember, so she stood there with a brown Birkin casually in her hands. She wore tan heels that had her standing up just a little higher. Her long, wavy hair was parted down the middle, and she’d nicely done her make-up this morning. Drop dead gorgeous is what she is, and my father was a fool to continue to play with her the way that he did.

“I been working a lot, so I slept in a little later today. That’s why I was late. My brothers been calling me, telling me about the delivery, so I wanted to come out and see it like everyone else,” I responded, and as I was saying this to her, my pops made his way over. Him, and all that dark energy came over.

“Ahh shit. Here goes my wife’s real husband,” this nigga said, trying to be funny.

I’ve always been the son to be very overprotective of my mom. Ever since I was a kid, he would try to be funny and say that I thought I was my mom’s husband. Whole time, it was just about respect with me.

“Wallace, please don’t start,” my mom responded, calling my dad by his real name.

He laughed once she said that and hugged her from behind. He placed multiple kisses on her neck. Staring at them, they were easily one of the most attractive looking couples that I’ve ever seen. My mom was 55 but looked every bit of 35. My pops was 58 but looked like he could be in his thirties as well. Both were in perfect shape. They ate clean. My pops has a gym at their house, so he would often get workouts in every day. My mom was just naturally slim. Looking at them, you wouldn’t think they had the kind of problems that they had, but it was true.

“What’s going on, son? Your brothers told me that you were coming, but I didn’t think you were going to show up. You like to think that we’re enemies,” he went on to say to me, sticking his hand out for me to slap it up with him.

My father and I were the same height. I was bigger than him though. Being in the gym was an addiction for me. Two very manly men, that walked around with the exact same face. You could just tell that he was older.

I was still in my feelings about how he did my mom on their wedding anniversary, but for the sake of not bringing any bad vibes out here today, I stuck my hand out and shook it up with him.

“Don’t say that like you’re surprised that I treat you like an enemy. You know exactly what it is that you be doing,” I had to clear that up for a second.

He stared at me intensely after I said that. The same way he looked at me, is the same way that I looked at him. He eventually cleared his throat and looked at my mom.

“Baby, let me talk to my son. Give us a few minutes,” he went on to tell her. She nodded her head at his words, and before she could walk off, he pulled her to him.

Like the two of them were middle school lovers, he placed both hands on her ass. For my mom, the hand that wasn’t holding onto the purse, she went ahead and wrapped it around his neck. I had to turn my head once the two of them started kissing. Not because I was grossed out. Shit, I had to grow up in the house with this. When the two of them were good, they were good, and they didn’t care who they would show affection in front of. I only turned my head because this nigga was performing. He was hugged up with her right now, but knowing him, he would be with the next bitch tomorrow.

As soon as he finished with the fake love that he was dishing out, my mom walked away. Like the overprotective son that I was, I followed her with my eyes, looking to see where she was going. She was popular around here. Everyone knew that she was the wife of the man behind all of this, so before she could even get to whatever destination that she was walking to, she was being called over and joined in on a conversation.

Once I could see that she was cool, and in good hands, I looked ahead of me and placed my hands in my pockets. My pops came over and stood on the left of me. He stood there and placed his hands in his pockets as well.

“I’m man enough to admit when I’m wrong. There’s no excuse that I can dish out that’ll justify me forgetting about me and your mom’s wedding anniversary. She was hurt behind that shit. Your mom has never been the kind of woman to ask me for much. The least I could have done was remembered our anniversary and took her out that night. I don’t fault you for coming at me the way that you did. That’s your mama, and I expect for you to ride for her like that. I’m sorry for disrespecting her. That’s the truth,” he admitted. I nodded my head at his words.

I turned, so that I could look at him.

“Where were you?” I wanted to know.

“I don’t feel like I owe you that, son. I disrespected your mother, and that’s all I’m apologizing to you for. I don’t have to run my whereabouts down to you, man. I don’t even run them down to my own wife,” he went on to tell me.

There was so much that I could have said in response to that, but I didn’t. I dropped it. I let him feel as if he had that one.