Page 39 of Beyond The Stars

Noodle’s eyes popped open when Siasia pushed their room door open. “Noodle are you okay?” she asked, examining all over her little sister. If a hair was out of place, she was going to be the one to put Stacy in the dirt. Cynthia could allow Stacy to hit on her all she wanted but when it came to Noodle, she’d take that ride downtown. A relieved look washed over her face once she’d confirmed Noodle was okay.

“SiSi,” Noodle took short deep inhales to calm her crying. “SiSi, it was so bad. I thought he was going to kill her this time. I tried to call you but you weren’t answering, and I know you told me to stop calling Qamar but I didn’t have anyone else to call. I was so scared.”

“Shh, it’s okay. I’m here now.” Siasia pulled Noodle into her chest, rubbing her back, desperately needing to feel her.

“And you ‘bout to bring your ass on,” Qamar cut into their private moment. “Put some fuckin’ clothes on and lets go. The jet is waiting.”

“The jet?” Siasia looked at him like he’d lost his mind. “Nigga, didn’t you just have a baby? Worry about that and not us.”

With all in the answers buried in his eyes, Qamar stepped to her. “Didn’t I tell you, you ain’t working at that fuckin’ club anymore? I see what type of games you like to play. Get y’all shit and meet me in the car.” He snorted in disgust before turning to walk out the house.

“He mad at you, SiSi,” Noodle laughed, grabbing her book bag that she’d packed while Qamar checked her daddy. Slinging it onto her shoulder, she looked at her sister wondering why she was still just standing there.

“You already got a bag packed?” Siasia cocked her head back. “So, fuck what I say. You just do whatever he tells you to do?”

“Yea, when you don’t answer for me.” Noodle wondered what the problem was. Qamar had come through for her in her time of need. In a time when her own sister was too busy trying to use the club to mend her aching heart. “Put on some clothes and lets go. I ain’t never been on a plane.”

“What about school, Noodle?”

“I don’t know.” She hunched her shoulders, really not concerned with school. She was tired from not being able to sleep while her parents fought like they were in a wrestling match and getting paid. All she wanted to do was be safe and go to sleep. Even her ten-year-old mind knew nothing about her home life was good. So, if Qamar wanted to take her away, she was more than willing.

Siasia had been out voted. She also knew she wanted to be wherever Qamar was because he had all the answers. He’d fixed every one of their problems that had been presented to them, so no matter how mad she wanted to be with him, her heart and her mind just wouldn’t allow it. Instead of finding something else to argue about, Siasia slipped on a dingy t-shirt and worn sweatpants. Next, her feet fell into a new pair of crocs before she packed her work duffle with the essentials she’d need while Noodle’s king flew them off to Far Far Away Land.

The sound of the jet’s engine hummed creating a lull that put Noodle right to sleep. After the shock of riding on a private jet died down, of course. Siasia had to admit, she was impressed and wondered if Qamar’s had more access to money than she thought. The jet was painted a midnight blue that almost looked black with a realistic moon also painted on it. and the ambiance didn’t end on the outside. The interior was just as elegant and kept the whole moon theme which Siasia was learning to understand.

Between the two of them very little words had been spoken. He even made it is business to sit on the opposite side of the jet with Noodle. Qamar’s face had been buried so deep into his phone, Siasia doubted he remembered she was there. She felt invisible and stupid for taking her ass back to the club. Had she listened to Qamar, she would’ve been there when everything went down. That way, Qamar never would’ve known how toxic her family life really was.

Cringing inwardly, she dreaded the stain all that must put on her. She was already walking around with a scarlet letter A tattooed to her forehead. Siasia didn’t want to tarnish herself any more than she already was. However, it seemed she had no say in it because now he knew. Thanks to big mouth ass Noodle. The thought alone had her rolling her eyes.

“You good over there?” Qamar asked, finally giving her some attention.

Pointing at herself, she asked, “You talking to me?”

“Who the fuck else would I be talking to, Siasia?”

“Shit, I don’t know. You didn’t seem to notice me the whole ride over or before now. Keep that same energy.” She scoffed, twisting her body towards the window to show him she was over the conversation and over him and his shitty attitude.

Siasia jumped at the feel of Qamar’s long fingers digging into her shoulder. “Let me talk to you,” he requested, turning to walk towards the back.

Siasia didn’t move because who did he think he was? If he wanted to talk, he should’ve done it when she first got in the car or when they boarded the jet. Now, she had no interest in talking.

“Siasia!” Her pussy thumped when he called her name with authority.

“Ugh.” She pouted, getting up from her seat to follow him to the back.

In the back, she swallowed hard seeing the queen sized bed positioned in the cozy little room. Oh, they have stupid money, she thought.

“Come here, mama,” Qamar said, sliding his shirt over his head. “You need something, don’t you?” He sat on the corner of the bed.

She gulped, nodding her head caught in the trance of his eyes. No matter how upset or disappointed she wanted to be, she was elated to be near him. Slowly, she made her way to him, standing between his outstretched legs.

“Didn’t I tell you, when you want something, you take that shit, mama?” His hands roamed up her worn sweatpants, stopping at the waistband. He lifted her shirt to kiss her taut belly.

Her body shook, desperate for him to do it again.

Like the mind reader he clearly was, he placed more tender kisses on a spot she didn’t know she had. “Fuck, I missed you,” he growled, easing her pants down while taking deep inhales of her natural scent.

With her pants around her ankles, he groped her ass, spreading her ass cheeks apart. The coolness of the air turned her on. She lost herself when he flicked his tongue over her belly button, tasting the saltiness of her night at the club. “Turn around,” he instructed. “Touch your toes.”

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