One

Latifa's POV

"Thank you for choosing Universal Airlines," the intercom boomed the moment we were safely in the air. "Our star hostess Miss Latifa is present to attend to all your needs."

I unhooked my seatbelt after hearing this and got off the seat in the cabin crew area. My colleagues all did same, each walking toward the cabin. Left alone, I stride to the nearest mirror and smooth down the chiffon red long-sleeved shirt and tugged down the black skirt.

Inhaling a deep breath, I stretched my thin lips in a smile, the lip gloss I had put on earlier adding charm to my beautiful face. My striking blue eyes stared back at me below perfectly shaped brows, black straight hair framing my face as it fell loosely past my neck till mid-back.

Contented with my appearance, I whirled away from the reflective glass and exited the room, my steps confident as I strolled into the plane's cabin.

"Hello Miss Latifa,"

"Looking as beautiful as always darling,"

"Wanna suck my cock babe?" All these were thrown at me the instant the sound of my heels reached their ears.

I was used so used to this that it didn't even faze me as I smiled at each and everyone of them, giving the picture of the star hostess I was. The words they tossed at me did in no way make me angry, rather what did was when they made dirty comments in the presence of a child.

"Damn, would be good to have you waiting and ready for me at home," Mr Diego, a middle aged man in business class smirked at me, his protruding belly almost touching the seat in front of him as if he was pregnant.

A grin still on my face, I strode toward where he was seated and bent over, making sure my cleavage was slightly visible from my position. As expected his vision got stuck on the bit of skin and I snorted in amusement.

With my index finger, I hooked his jaw and gradually lifted his face till his lusty brown eyes was meeting mine. Lips titled in a corner, I leaned downward till our mouths were nearly touching.

Resisting the urge to gag at the thick smell of tobacco grazing my nostrils, I whispered loud enough for anyone close to hear. "Are you sure you can handle me old man?"

Snorts and hushed laughter broke out as he hurriedly sat back in his seat while I straightened and adjusted my shirt. "Well, even if you think you can, I'm not ready for a test run."

His wrinkly cheeks fell, lips forming a frown while eyes shot daggers at me. It took all my willpower to hold in the bubble of laughter threatening to burst out and walk away as composed as ever.

"Princess Latfia!" A cute squeeky voice called out to me as I entered the First Class cabin. Happiness suddenly bloomed in my chest as I already knew who it was before my eyes spotted the owner.

Cherry waved at me, a wide smile taking over her face as she bounced in her seat, her chubby 3 year old body full of excitement and energy. She waved at me the moment she realized I had seen her and began waving.

I chuckled in response and trudged to her seat, shaking my head as she made grabbing motions, her curly hair and grey eyes shining at my presence. Ignoring her for a moment I turned to her mother who was sitting beside her.

"Hello Mrs Drex, how are you?" I greeted the 7 month old pregnant woman. "And how's my future husband kicking?"

"Strong as ever," she beamed at me, rubbing her belly, affection in her grey eyes which her daughter inherited. "Sometimes I get scared he might kick his way out of me prematurely."

"Eeeei," I brushed her off with a wave of my left hand. "You know that's not scientifically possible Mrs Drex."

"When you are pregnant with yours you'll understand." She rolled her eyes and glanced at Cherry who was now quiet and watching us closely as if trying to understand our conversation.

"She's a smart one," I commended the three-year-old who in turn grinned at me.

"Of course I'm smart," she declared like she knew we were kind of doubting she understood what I said. Her mother and I exchanged a look at this and burst out laughing.

"You have a beautiful daughter, soon you'll have a son to give you more headache," I teased and pinched Cherry's cheek.

"You'll have yours too one day," she spoke, her eyes carrying a message I couldn't decipher.

"When will that be?" I lifted a brow and laughed off the serious moment. "See you later Mrs. Cherry you too." 

"See you!" She echoed as I turned away, continuing my strides.

"Most married women with children don't know not all women are ready for such a life," I murmured to myself as I continued to smile at the passengers.

Don't get me wrong, this didn't mean I didn't want a family or children of my own. However, I just wasn't ready at the time and I don't feel it's right to leave comments like that. Sometimes those comments said with no ill intentions could simply be a trigger to someone.

I was happy with my life in that moment. Being an air hostess wasn't part of my life plan when I was in school, however, certain circumstances bring about certain decisions.

Mine was merely a few years back, my family faced a series of financial and health challenges that needed rescue. Being the only child of my parents with no relatives left to help I had plunged myself into al kinds of jobs.

Like an epiphany I came across this job posting one day on my way back from my delivery job.

Feeling there was no harm in trying, I attended the interview. 

During the interview and even after I was called for the job, I knew I was recruited because of my physical assets hence I had no educational background or experience to grant me the job.

Regardless, I was thankful thus the pay was attractive and I thought, incase I find myself in such a situation as before, it was better to play with the big leagues for big trophies than to end up I the ditch with crazy lowlifes.

Exactly as I thought, this job proved my decision correct. This was because the kind of acquaintances I'd made and the kind reputation I'd built in the three years of my working as an air hostess was enough to provide for me and my family if ever I loose my job and play my cards right.

"Shit!" I hissed and reached for the closest object to hold as someone rammed into my side.

"Being an air hostess doesn't mean you should block the way to the bathroom," a thick and raspy voice spoke as I tried to regain my balance.

Taking in a puff of much needed breathe, I slowly exhale and repeat the action twice before I whirled to see who spoke, not surprised as I see Garet Jay Evans getting seated and smirking at me with those sinful lips of his.

My blue eyes glared at him while his emerald ones mocked me from the way his head tilted toward the window, blonde curly hair brushing the glass as his pointed nose wrinkled in amusement.

"Curse your handsomeness," I gritted between my teeth. The sight of me irritated seemed to give him pleasure as the tilt of his lips turned to a full-blown grin.

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