Page 91 of 10,000 Hours With A Rich Menace

I thought gettingon the jet for the very first time to head to Italy – for the very first time as well, was enough.

Getting my pussy and ass ate while being all the way in the sky was something that I never had imagined. Maverick was downright addicted to me and couldn’t resist himself. If he needed to smell me to avoid going to choke the pilot, I would sit on his face to avoid that.

The minute he slammed that phone on the arm rest and tossed that three-thousand-dollar computer to the other side of the jet, then blinked his eyes open and closed, I knew he was gone. While I should have been running to the other side where Duke and Kai were, I remained near him. He wasn’t going to hurt me, and as crazy as it sounded, I knew he wouldn’t hurt me.

I don’t know why he turned me on when he referred to my vagina as his. It was giving possessive, and I couldn’t lie and say that I didn’t like it, because I did. This was a man that had big fucking energy, and it took me to calm him down.

I almost wanted to pat my pussy through my leggings because wouldn’t that make me a big dawg, too?

Either way, I knew the conversation wasn’t good and that didn’t look good for Raye. Instead of him trying to fix the messhe was in, he went and messed it all up. The one thing I kept thinking about was how he put my life in jeopardy. He didn’t know what Maverick would have done to me. I could have very well been killed, too, and he didn’t care to try and rescue me, either.

Didn’t I deserve to be rescued after saving him and Priscilla’s life? Not that I needed to be, but the option would have been nice. Just like as a child, he had let me down for the last time. I couldn’t save him. It wasn’t my job to make a grown man do right, and Raye never wanted to do right. Even when he was given the chance to make right on his decisions, he would always choose the wrong option.

“We had to make a stop in France, Mr. Caselli. The jet has some issues, and we don’t want to continue on until we figure them out. We decided to land in Paris, so you can enjoy a few days, and then hopefully this will be fixed.”

Maverick looked at the pilot and nodded his head. I held my breath scared this man was going to fly off the handle again. “Heard you.”

He nodded and then went back to the front while I looked out the window at a black SUV pulling up on the side of the jet, and then another car with a light on top following behind. “Are we in trouble or something?”

“Nah. Customs, they coming to look at our passports and shit before allowing us off the jet,” he nonchalantly replied.

I guess you would be nonchalant when this was your life. He was used to this, and all of this was new to me. “Oh. We don’t go into the airport?”

“Not when you’re a Caselli.”

I continued to look out the window. “Lots of perks when it comes to the Caselli name.”

“You don’t even know the half.”

We went through customs and were granted access off the jet. I was excited to go to Italy, but the detour didn’t bother me in the least. Seeing the Eiffel Tower in person had me so excited. One of my favorite movies was Ratatouille, so being in the country the movie took place in was a dream to me.

Menace held my hand as he helped me in the back of the SUV, quieter than usual. I was sure he had a lot on his mind, and I didn’t want to disturb him, so when he got into the car, I took his hand and just enjoyed the scenery as we drove further away from the airport.

I felt his lips on the back of my hand, and I smiled at him. “You okay?”

“Yeah.”

“If you’re not okay, you can tell me that, too.” He gave my hand another kiss, and then looked forward as we headed to what I assumed was our hotel.

It was still hard getting used to that this was my life right now. There was this feeling of royalty whenever you were with Menace. He had this walk and aura that told you that he was money, and he wasn’t someone you fucked with.

When people met him, they immediately called him sir and rushed to do whatever he wanted, even if he didn’t want anything. Climbing onto a jet with custom embroidered seats with the Caselli crest was something you only ever experienced in movies.

The family had a damn crest.

You didn’t have to ask twice for anything when you were Menace Caselli. Hell, you didn’t have to ask once because these people acted like they could read his mind. He kept this unbothered blank expression on his face, as if he didn’t give a fuck what anybody was saying to him.

I mean, he really didn’t give a fuck about what they were saying. Half the time, he would sigh right in their face like itwasn’t rude. Rules and manners didn’t apply to him because when you had as much money as he did, people fell all over your feet to please you.

He wore a dark pair of Louis Vuitton glasses so they couldn’t see his eyes, which added to the mystery that he already was. The fact that he was dressed down in sneakers and sweats but had the bank account that he had, puzzled these folks.

“You know they say Paris is the city of love.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Uh huh. Loveeeeeeeeeeee,” I belted out the words to Keyshia Cole’s song, and both Duke and the driver jumped, turning around to look.

“Keep yo’ fucking eyes on the damn street,” Duke barked at the driver, who quickly turned around.

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