Two

Latifa's POV

Muttering profanities under my breath, I stomped away from him, wondering why he always seemed to be in any plane I worked for. Sometimes I pondered on if he even did a good job as the minister of foreign affairs.

However, each time I think that, the newspaper and tv stations told me otherwise hence they always seemed to be talking about him. Being the youngest and most handsome politician according to the ratings at age 28, he was one of the most successful people you could come across in this kind of job.

What the news and people didn't know was that contrary to his humble behavior and ready smile, he was a crazy asshole who always seemed to get on my nerves with any little thing he does.

"Excuse me, coming through!" A man announced, barging past the walkway with a speed that I had to quickly shift aside to keep from getting hurt.

"What's going on?" I asked Tessa my colleague, she looked disheveled and irritated, her shirt having a wet patch and her fingers in her hair.

"It's Mr McCain," she sighed and I groaned, already aware of what that name meant.

"Don't worry, go, I'll handle it," I advised, urging her to leave. She seemed hesitant for a moment but at my nod she walked away.

"It's at moments like this I hate this job," I exhaled in a breath and squared my shoulders. Whirling on my heel, I stalked toward the restroom and pretended not to notice Mr Evan's scrutinizing stare.

Shutting the door of the male bathroom after I entered. I bend a bit and slightly patted his back. "There, there Mr McCain, it's all good."

"Glhurrrr!!" He groaned, more of his insides spilling into the toilet. I quickly turned my vision away from the sight and crinkled my nose in a bid to prevent the unpleasant smell of fermented alchohol from reaching my nose.

"Why do you always drink before a flight when you know you get air sick?" I asked the brown haired man for the thousandth time. It was a normal occurrence for him and each time, I always ended up asking the same question.

"I do it in the hope it works to dispel my fear of heights," he beamed at me, resting his back on the cold ceramic. 

Xander McCain was a handsome guy in his early twenties, he had this crazy charm about him that despite his misdemeanor at times, one can't seem to stay angry at him. Add that to fact he was a nice fuck and company whenever I was bored and in need of attention. 

His cute face and lean physique was definitely nice to look at so I wasn't complaining. "Here, drink this."

"See?" He lifted the glass of water I handed him as I flushed the toilet. "It's difficult to stop such habit when I have you to take care of me whenever this happens."

"Uuuh shut it," I laughed and offered him a hand to stand which he grabbed, pulling me to him in the process.

"What do you say to having some steamy moments." He pecked my cheek. "Hmm?"

"You reek hun, I can't," I said in retort, giving him a chaste kiss.

"Come on, that isn't an excuse," he whispered, fingers sliding down my back.

"It's definitely not an excuse." The door banged open and we whirled to spot Gareth Evans, towering over us, a scowl on his handsome face. "She's simply saying no."

"Who the hell are you?" Mr McCain interrogated and straightened the collar of his red shirt.

"Garett Jay Evans," he beamed, chin held high. 

"I don't care to know your name," Mr McCain scoffed. 

"Well now you do," Mr Evans smirked, and walked towards me. Yanking Xander McCain's arm away from my body, he motioned with a tilt of his head. "Get out."

"Wh--"

"Just go," I urged, giving him a smile. "We can finish this later."

He granted me a final glimpse and I nodded. Taking the initiative, Xander McCain walked off, curses leaving his lips. 

Seconds after, I made a move to follow him when a shadow strode past me into the bathroom hallway. I didn't care to concentrate until I spotted Gareth Evans blocking the door.

"You think I'll let you leave so easily?" He inquired and leaned on the door, eyes boring into mine and unblinking.

"What is the meaning of this?" I questioned, matching his stare with mine.

"What do you think?" He asked, an enigmatic grin taking shape on his lips, green eyes twinkling in mischief. "I need Miss Latifa's attention."

"What?" I asked in a scoff.

"Why? Does it sound so foreign?" He took a step closer. "I'm one of your esteemed passengers. Don't I have rights to you Miss Latifa, Universal Air's star hostess?"

"I only give attention to those who deserve it," I responded in the same manner in which he spoke, cowering as he covered the distance between us.

"You mean I don't deserve your attention," he spoke and walked past me. I exhaled a breath I had no idea I was holding.

My relief was short-lived hence I heed the door of the female restroom shut and he appeared in front of me, expression as cocky as ever. "But people like Xander McCain do?"

"Yes," I gulped as his face inched nearer, his expensive cologne filling my system. 

The sight of his toned body beneath the slightly transparent white shirt he had on forced me to take a step backward. I sensed something crack in the air at our proximity as I choked out the words. "At least he treats me well."

"You mean in the bedroom?" He took another step forward, my back hitting the wall with no means of escape. He seemed to like this hence he smirked and brushed his palm along the skin of my arm, leaving tingles and goosebumps in its wake. "I can definitely treat you better."

"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice already breathless from his simple touch. 

"Trying to show you how can I treat you better," he uttered, his left hand meeting the wall beside my face as his body pressed toward mine, the air became charged with something I dared not think as his breath fanned my face.

"What do you say give me a chance to show you?" He implored, green eyes sucking me in. A shiver ran down my spine as he brushed his knuckles along my cheek.

As if charmed by his gaze, I couldn't bring my brain to work and answer him. Gradually, his palm left my face and slid down to my neck, my eyes widening in surprise as his fingers wrapped around and squeezed for a moment.

My mouth parted in a gasp of shock and arousal, my breath starting to come out at an uneven pace. His lips curled in delight at my reaction before they brushed the skin beneath my eye.

"How much will that chance cost?" He asked, leaving a kiss as he trailed down my left cheek. "A chance to have you and show you what paradise feels like."

I shuddered the instant his teeth grazed my jaw, his simple yet sinful efforts and words messing with my senses. Any other woman might have felt offended at his choice of proposal, however I was the opposite as the thought of him ready to pay anything I wanted turned me on even more.

"Hmm?" He questioned, thumb rubbing my bottom lip. "How much?"

Gazing into his eyes, I raised my left palm which was folded into a fist in a bid to resist his advances and placed it on his chest. His vision darted to my hand and he tilted his head to peer at my lips.

Tracing a circle on his chest I implored in a hushed tone. "Can you pay fifty thousand dollars?"

He scoffed, eyes filled with lust and mystery as he scanned my face and clamped my left hand in his. "Darling, how about you aim higher?"

In the seconds it took for me to register his question and decipher what they implied, he pushed me backwards, my behind softly meeting the door of the female bathroom with a thud.

"You are too beautiful for such a little amount," that sentence was all it took to break whatever resolve I had. My body instantly succumbed to his whims and the sensations running through my veins.

He smirked at the surprise written all over my face before his lips crashed down on mine, my eyes immediately shutting at the pleasure which came with it.

His right thumb trailed from my chin, down to my neck, lower to brush my cleavage, my body arching in response. I gasped as he yanked on the material of my blouse, the buttons clashing with the floor as they gave way to his force.

Cold air met my exposed skin, my nipples hardening in my bra as his tongue danced with mine, igniting sparks of fire all over my skin at a rate that threatened to consume me.

His lips left mine to skid down my jaw and buried his face in my neck as he breathed in my scent. My fingers made their way into his hair as he abandoned chaste kisses on the sensitive skin, causing me to inhale sharply as his teeth lightly bit the spot between my neck and shoulder.

"Fuck," he let out as his hand found my breast and squeezed softly, my cheeks going flush at the sparks that followed, my head tilting back.

My pulse quickened as he kissed the top of my breasts, his left palm holding my right captive, joined my left and before I knew it, both were pinned above my head roughly, causing my eyes to flash open.

His eyes hooded with lust fixed on my boobs in the lacy black bra, my nipples poking at the sheer material. My pulse quickened from his intense stare, my breath becoming shallow as I saw how badly he wanted me.

"Shit!" He hissed and stroked the skin of abdomen inciting a feverish sensation to coarse through me. His fingers snaked their way to my back and unhooked my bra, causing the straps to drop from my shoulders and reveal my full mound.

His mouth kissed downward to my right nipple, his tongue circling around it while his hand lowered to my hips and then my ass, gripping the plump flesh. I moaned at the double feeling as he bit my nipple lightly and smacked my ass at the same time.

Kneading my butt cheeks, his attention shifted to the other breast and repeated the same action, my eyes rolling to the back of my head at the pleasure. 

His hand abandoned my ass to circle my waist. 

The next second, I was being lifted, my legs immediately wrapping around him as my skirt rode up to my waist, revealing the matching lacy thong I had underneath.

"Fuck it, you killing me," he rasped, one hand still holding both of mine above my head, the other gripping my thigh. "I want to be inside you so bad."

He pressed his hardness in between my legs, a wet spot forming on his brown slacks at the contact. "You are already wet for me."

His hooded eyes diverted from the spot our bodies joined to my face, his lips meeting mine for the second time in a kiss more urgent and heated than the first.

"I can't take this anymore," he whispered on my skin and pinned me to the wall, his right palm on my thigh moving to my thong and tugging roughly on the elastic, causing it to give way and fall in a pool with my ruined blouse.

In the time it took me to realize he had ripped my undies, he quickly unzipped his pants and pulled down his slacks, his hard and throbbing cock touching the skin of my thigh.

My blue eyes widened at the sight, my throat going dry as my heartbeat quickened at the thought of it in me. A shudder ran down my spine and he seemed to notice, causing him trail his forefinger from my thigh to the dripping feminity.

"You ready for me darling?" He inquired, circling the sensitive flesh of my pussy.

As I tried to form words, his palm wrapped around his dick and lined it at my entrance. 

"Shit," I let out as his tip met my clit and slowly moved downward. Gradually, as if taking his time, he pushed into me.

"Fuck!" I gasped as inch by inch his thick member rubbed my vagina walls, stretching me and creating a burning but sweet sensation that was playing with my thoughts.

My mouth parted in an oh, eyes widening and body arching forward as he completely penetrated my insides. I felt him so deep that I had to hold my breath to adjust to his size.

We got directly into the steamm!!!

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