Page 45 of The Champion
“I’m not playing that game with you.” Despite my bittertone, I was amused and laughed. “You know...it’snot the mile high club unless we have sex.” I pointed out with a waggle of myown.
“Pft...I’m notrisking my manhood. If we hit turbulence...”he cringed zipping his jeans, “I’m not risking it.”
Whoever was on the other side of the door apparentlydidn’t realize my husband has some extreme anger issues and was more thanlikely going to kick his ass when he opened the door.
“I’m getting security!” he told us.
I wasn’t sure if he was a man or child at that point. Forall we knew he could be a three foot tall little person.
Emma would be sad if that were the case. She loves littlepeople. I think it’s because she feels so comfortable around them seeing howthey are around the same height to each other.
“This is why Wes flies me everywhere.” Jameson grumbled andopened the door.
I felt like saying, “Why because you are insane and can’tplay nice with society?” but I didn’t.
Security was standing there when we opened the door and Iwasn’t at all surprised by that.
“Can you two please take your seats?” The officer asked.
“No.” Jameson objected crossing his arms over his chest.“I won’t take my seat.”
A flirty flight attendant made her way over to us.
Completely dismissing me, she looked at Jameson. “Can Ihelp with anything?”
“No,” we both glared at her.
“I’m going to have to ask you to calm down.” The securityguard motioned toward our seats. “Now please, take your seats,”
“I’ll take my seat when I fucking feel like it and Iwon’t calm down.” Jameson snapped back at him before turning to me and pullingme out of the bathroom beside him. His fingertips gripped my waist securely.
“Where did all this water come from?” The attendant askedme like I’ve done something wrong, whichwehave, but that’s beside thepoint.
I responded with a rude, “How the fuck should I know!”
Jameson’s attitude was wearing off on me.
The security guard started threatening Jameson witharresting him if he didn’t comply and take a seat at which point I startedpushing him to our seats and issuing my own threats in his ear.
He went as far as to kick the seventeen-year old kid thatwas bothering us on our way to our seat.
Real fucking mature.
Again, he was like a two-year old trapped in a twenty-three year old body. Lane is more mature than him.
Apparently, I wasn’t doing any better though.
When the flight attendant came by to check on Jameson, Igave her a piece of my mind.
“Listen, he’s fine.” I snapped. “And if he doesneedanything...I...ashis wife...will provide it for him.” And for goodmeasure, I add a snarky, “Just like I did in the bathroom.”
This just proved my previous theory that combined in agewe are barely sixteen. We probably shouldn’t even be allowed on an airplanewithout parental guidance.
Jameson started laughing when she walked away.
“That was hot.”
“Oh you shut up. You’re going to get us kicked off theplane with your shitty attitude.” I told him handing him skittles.
