Their flight back to Los Angeles was eventful. What started with a purpose, nearly ended in confusion.
Frodd slammed his glass of wine down, sloshing the red fluid onto the table in his business class seat. " Why in the world will you not let go Ava, and understand l only wanted to enjoy your company, and make you feel the luxury of LA."
Ava said nothing.
Frodd ruffled his hair quickly, standing in full view before her, he looked down at her stroking Alfred's hair.His head was resting on her breasts, revealing her cleaves through her half buttoned velvet pink tank top. The way she reclined her head, and let her long lush hair fall freely, made him even more restless. He thought to stoop, to make his plea more intense, his dark eyes softened as he caught the scent of her perfume, and when she turned to smile calmly at him, he thought he had entered heaven.
