Finding Love by Noah
Author's Chapter Notes:
My profuse apologies for posting soooooooo late. It's been too long; life has been getting in the way. Hope this makes up for it!! I will post again soon! As soon as the sun is nice and up.
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(Sigh). That seven hour flight to LA was no joke. Micaiah thought. And neither is economy. She added wryly. My one comfort? First-class to Korea on Korean Air. Luxury flight to my new life. Fabulous.
As soon as we were able to board, I got on the plane. I did NOT want to miss my flight. I put my carry on above my head and quickly called my mom to let her know I’d successfully changed planes. Just as I was about to turn off my phone –
Ring. Ring.
“Hello?”
“Hey, girl.” A deep baritone voice said.
“Who is this?”
“Micaiah, don’t play coy. Where you at? No breakfast in bed this morning? Or are you at the store?”’
Micaiah’s weary brain suddenly clicked. That arrogant tone that had driven her away from her beloved university belonged to her ex-boyfriend of two weeks. He didn’t even know she was gone.
“Brad. Why are you calling me? I’m really not in the mood.”
“You really thought you could just say goodbye, and we’d be done? Come on, Micaiah; get real. Nobody tells Bradford James Martin “Goodbye” if he hasn’t said it first. Now please bring your li’l sweet body and my breakfast to my place.”
“No can do, Bradford James Martin. I’m unavailable.”
“Una-“
I hung up my phone decisively, and let out a breath I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding. I turned my phone off quickly, and settled back for the flight. The stewardess paused by my seat to ask if I’d like a glass of champagne, and at the moment, I could really use one; I graciously accepted it. I got so lost in my thoughts, after that call, that I didn’t even notice the stranger that was seated next to me. Lost in a flood of memories, I closed my eyes to stave off those memories and thoughts, and ended up going on a million tangents in my head.
I couldn’t believe he called me! I’m done with him, and he’s just going to have to accept that! Mama always got down with the white guys, and so had I until this one tried to control my life! Saying sweet words and holdin’ my hand, whisperin’ sweet nothins in my ear to make me smile. But apparently that was just a show. He used my skills and smarts as if I was his beautiful, black exhibit. “She can cook and she’s beautiful.” (Shudder) But in private, he tore me down, made me feel like I was worthless, like a piece of gum on the bottom of his shoe. And whenever I wanted to be with my friends or just be alone, he would-
“No! This is my life now! Nobody’s shadow anymore – “
“Miss? Miss!” an accented voice said persistently.
I slowly opened my eyes and then blinked rapidly to clear my vision. When did I fall asleep? Who is this? A young man’s faced filled my vision. Even as my mind filled with shame, my eyes feasted on the vision before me shamelessly. His skin was the color of Toblerone white chocolate, which actually isn’t even white. His lips were a kiss-me-pink, and his eyes, oh his eyes! They were cups of melted chocolate that had me drowning. The concern etched on his face, though, had me confused. I blinked at him again.
“Um... is everything alright?” I asked.
Now it was his turn to blink.
“You were talking in your sleep and was getting just a bit heated.” He bit his bottom lip, almost indecisively, as if he were trying to figure if he should tell me the next part. I guess he decided to tell me because he continued, “You actually hit me a few times.”
I just wanted to open the window and jump! I was sooo embarrassed!
“Oh my gosh! I’m soooooooooo sorry!” I said, feeling my face heat up.
He gave me a small smile. “It’s okay. I sleep badly sometimes, too.” Reaching out his hand, “Jaejoong.”
I slipped my hand into his, “Micaiah.”
“A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”
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