Page 67 of Heart of a Savage
I rolled my eyes and walked off. “Whatever.”
I never doubted Messiah’s status. I knew he had money; I just didn’t know how much of it until I was escorted to a private airstrip by a driver in a Bentley GT. When my eyes landed on the private jet, I had to question just how much Messiah had in his bank account. I let out a nervous breath as the luxury car came to a stop in front of the stairs. I looked out of the window, seeing Messiah standing at the bottom of the stairs with his hands in the pockets of his slacks. His dress shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and he was looking every bit of a sexy, corporate boss. Two more men stood beside him wearing security uniforms.
He strolled over to the car just as the driver opened my door. Messiah leaned in, smiled at me, then crashed his lips into mine. I tensed, then finally eased into it, allowing his tongue to explore my mouth. I hated how butterflies swam around in my stomach and my groin stirred, while his skilled, explorative tongue made me dizzy. As I was starting to enjoy it, he pulled back, thumb rubbing my cheek, and smiling eyes roaming over my face.
“Hi.”
“Hey.” I blushed slightly.
Weak ass.
“I’m glad you came,” his deep voice sounded, turning the butterflies into waves.
I frowned. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Aside from you struggling mentally to be with me, I also saw you battling with the idea of going away with me. I promise to make this trip one of clarity, openness, and transparency.”
“What if I just want to have fun and skip the transparency?”
“Then I would have to bid you adieu and take the trip on my own. I’d hate it, but I respect how you feel and promise not to force a connection if what I’m reading between us isn’t what it is.” He stepped back and extended his palm to me. “So what’s up, Juice? You rocking with me or no?”
I didn’t have to think too long before I placed my palm in his and stepped out of the car. Messiah leaned down and kissed my ear, causing me to close my eyes and my pussy to clench.
“Good girl, mamas.”
We headed toward the jet, and the security guards checked my bags and passport. We moved up the stairs into the big, fancy-ass jet once cleared. My eyes perused the jet, and the first thing I noticed was a bar that was stocked with what I was sure was top-shelf liquor and wine. I could smell a delicious aroma of something southern permeating the air, and the plush seating looked big and comfortable.
I turned to Messiah. “Is this yours?”
“It is.”
“Wow. Just how much is your net worth?”
Messiah chuckled. “Why you tryna clock my funds, Juicy?”
“I need to see if I should fuck, marry, then kill your ass so I can get the life insurance policy.” I teased and yelped when he pinched my ass. The stewardess approached us with a smile on her face, holding a tray with two tumblers of gold liquid.
“Welcome, Mr. Crawford, and Mr. Crawford’s guest. I’m Dawnyel, and I’ll be accommodating you two for the duration of your beautiful trip to Nice.”
“Hello, Dawnyel. This is a good friend of mine, whom I’m hoping by the end of this trip, I’ll be calling her my girlfriend.”
I huffed. “That’s debatable.”
“Well, I hope this trip to Nice will give you the push you need,” Dawnyel spoke before giggling.
“Nice? Nice, France?” I asked, shocked.
“She sure isn’t speaking of a relative, baby.” Dawnyel giggled again as I rolled my eyes at him. “Thanks, D.”
She placed the tray on the table in front of the seats. “No problem, Mr. Crawford. If there is anything you all need, I’m only a call away.”
She walked off, and I felt myself being lifted into the air. I smiled, crashing my lips into his and tasting a hint of Brandy on his tongue.
“Mmm,” I moaned, feeling my nipples grow painfully erect. I pulled away first, looking into his eyes that were low and filled with desire. “I’ve never been to Nice. Thank you for inviting me.”
“It’s my pleasure, baby. I have a business meeting when we arrive, but as soon as it’s over, it’s just you and me.”
I smirked. “You better not fumble on this trip.”
