Airport

Zainab's body rose and fell with the gentle rhythm of her breath, a serene figure lost in the embrace of dreams. Her slumber was a peaceful one, a respite from the intense moments that had transpired.

J. Cole, who had been her passionate partner through those intimate hours, lay beside her. His eyes, heavy with drowsiness, slowly succumbed to the gentle lull of sleep.

In this quiet space, where time seemed to stand still, the two lovers had found solace in each other's arms, their bodies and hearts entwined in a peaceful reprieve from the intensity of their shared desire.

....

The morning sun had ascended to its full glory by the time the couple made their way to the airport. The golden hues of dawn had given way to a vibrant blue sky, and the clock had already marked 9:30 am as they approached the terminal.

J. Cole couldn't resist a playful taunt as they walked, his eyes dancing with mischief. "I think your flight has long departed by now," he teased, a lighthearted jab that underscored their shared humor.

Zainab, never one to back down from a witty exchange, replied with a sly grin, "And whose fault was that, hmm?" Her laughter, filled with affection and a sense of playfulness, rang through the air.

With a smirk, J. Cole returned her banter, "Any person made of flesh and blood would probably do the same." He couldn't help but look at her with adoration, the bond between them growing stronger with each passing day.

Zainab, exuding confidence and assurance, declared with a twinkle in her eye, "I doubt it! They wouldn't be able to measure up." Her words were a testament to the deep admiration she held for her partner, a reflection of the profound connection they shared.

J. Cole's heart swelled with pride and affection, his smile growing wider. "Compliments truly are medicine for the soul," he thought, grateful for the genuine and affectionate regard his girlfriend held for him.

"Since you've already missed your flight, why don't we go back?" J. Cole suggested with a hint of mischief in his tone. His suggestion carried a playful undertone, a willingness to embrace spontaneity and adventure.

Zainab's laughter, melodious and infectious, filled the air as she burst into mirth, her tummy-held laughter captivating anyone within earshot. "Naughty!" she teased, her eyes dancing with amusement. Her laughter had a magnetic quality, drawing smiles from passersby. J. Cole couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for the decision to be with her, his heart swelling with pride. He almost wanted to shout to the world, "This is my girlfriend, y'all!"

As their laughter gradually subsided, J. Cole was content to let the world fade into the background. He embraced his role as the patient and understanding boyfriend, captivated by the remarkable woman before him.

Before he could inquire about her change of plans, a middle-aged man and two women, exuding an air of professionalism, approached them. "Hello, young miss," they greeted Zainab with a respectful nod.

"Nice to see you again, Mr. Jude, Serah, Susan," Zainab responded warmly, implying a history and familiarity with these individuals.

J. Cole, momentarily forgotten in the exchange, didn't mind at all. He observed the scene with patience, content to take on the role of the supportive partner.

"Your private jet is ready for take-off. We just need to pass through security checks, and that'll be all," Mr. Jude explained, their presence indicating a world that was part of Zainab's life, a world that J. Cole was gradually becoming a part of.

Zainab, turning to J Cole with a beaming smile, introduced him with a sense of pride. "So, everyone, this is my wonderful boyfriend, Jonathan Cole." J Cole extended a hand, feeling welcomed into Zainab's world. "And Cole, this is Mr. Jude, the airport manager, and my personal bodyguards and dear friends, Serah and Susan."

The room, once filled with jovial chatter, underwent an abrupt transformation. The guards, whose faces were adorned with smiles just moments ago, now bore expressions of deep concern, and it was evident that a dramatic shift had occurred. The baffled onlookers couldn't help but wonder, what had happened? "The million-dollar question is what young Sanu would say about all this," the female bodyguards pondered. They couldn't help but speculate, but ultimately, their roles as bodyguards limited their involvement in such affairs.

Amidst this unusual atmosphere, The middle-aged man, named Mr jude, stepped forward, extending a business card towards Jcole. He said "a partner of the young miss is always a friend of mine, don't hesitate to call me for any boarding-related issues". His words carried an air of reassurance, It was evident that he possessed an acute understanding of the situation, and, much to his prediction, Zainab responded with warmth, offering her gratitude.

...

Minutes felt like hours as J. Cole stood there, his eyes wide and unblinking, taking in the astounding sight before him. It was a testament to opulence that transcended imagination, a Bombardier Global Express XRS, worth an astronomical $20 million, priced not in naira but in cold, hard USD. His mouth hung slightly agape, and a mixture of awe and disbelief coursed through his veins.

This wasn't just a plane; it was a behemoth of luxury and power. The aircraft sat on the tarmac like a majestic beast at rest, its sleek metallic frame glistening under the golden rays of the sun. Its wingspan seemed to stretch infinitely, and the pristine white body boasted the perfect marriage of form and function.

The smell of wealth hung in the air, a fragrance of polished wood, fine leather, and a hint of jet fuel. The engines, like dormant giants, whispered promises of speed, freedom, and boundless possibilities. J. Cole's heart raced with a mix of envy and curiosity, and he couldn't help but marvel at the incredible machine before him.

"Dang!" he muttered to himself, his voice trembling with disbelief. "She's definitely the real deal." It was a moment where he could only stand in quiet reverence of Zainab's world, a world where luxury and power intertwined to create a reality that surpassed anything he had ever imagined.