Page 34 of Blinded By Hate

Brandon told me he supports whatever I’m doing and that’s what friends are for. I appreciate Brandon and everything he is doing for me.

I pull away from Junior and he has some tears falling from his eyes. “Don’t cry baby. It’s okay. You’re going to have so much fun with Brandon and you’ll be such a good boy for me, won’t you?” I smile at him, wiping away the tear stains on his cheeks.

He nods. “I’ll miss you.”

I kiss his cheek and hug him one more time. This time I put my nose in his neck and smell him, wishing I could just take him with me.

But with Hayden and the rest of his family there, it will just cause trouble.

I’m still trying to figure out how to tell Hayden about Junior. I know I should.

I know I’m in the wrong about not letting Hayden meet him but I’m just scared as hell. Just thinking about it makes my mind go into overdrive.

“I’ll miss you, Junior,” I say softly.

“I love you, mommy.”

“I love you more,” I whisper in his ear. I kiss his cheek one more time before standing up. I wipe a tear that fell and then smile down at Junior. I look up at Brandon. “Please call me or text me if anything happens.” I go to hug Brandon.

“Anything. Everything will be okay. Him and I will have fun.” Brandon hugs me back. “You just figure out your shit with Hayden,” he whispers in my ear before letting go of me. Brandon looks down at Junior. “We’re gonna get into some trouble together right little dude?”

Junior smirks, looking just like his father, before nodding his head.

“Not too much trouble,” I scold Junior, which makes him laugh. I grab my luggage and, because I can’t help it, I kiss Junior one more time. “I love you, bub.” I stand up and leave Brandon and Junior.

After I get all checked in with security and baggage, I go to the front desk to check in. “Hi, I’m here to check in.”

“Perfect. What’s your name and phone number?”

I give them my name and phone number and then say “I should have a premium economy seat.”

She types on her computer and furrows her eyebrows. “You’re mistaken, you have a first class ticket, Ms. King.”

Natalia already got me a ticket for Emirates.

I was already guilty about her getting me a ticket with this airline because I know how expensive these tickets are.

“That has to be a mistake. I was booked for premium economy with you guys, not first class,” I say, furrowing my eyebrows.

She shakes her head with a small smile. “No, Ms. King, you have a first class ticket with us today.”

“Is there a way I can refund that and just get a regular economy seat?”

She shakes her head again. “I’m afraid not. We are all booked for this flight. The only way to get to Gaeta would be to stick with your seat.”

What the fuck?

That ticket has to cost more than ten grand.

That’s too fucking much for a ticket.

“There’s no way I can change it? I wasn’t booked for first class.”

This lady probably thinks I’m crazy for refusing a first class ticket.

“No miss, I’m sorry. I wish there was more I could do,” she says, giving me a sympathetic look.

I nod my head. “Okay, thank you.”