I would never compromise my commitment to my brother, so I complied with Azmir's wishes and stayed overnight. I also lied and told Azmir that I was going to visit Chyna again. He offered to send Chanell, but I declined, reminding him that I am a very private person and would prefer not giving people privy to my family life. I had to remind him of how difficult it was divulging parts of my life to even him. He relinquished after I conceded to staying one night.
I missed him before the plane took off. We usually find ourselves in a passionate lovemaking session prior to either of us traveling, but he’d become so preoccupied with work that I didn’t see him before leaving for the airport.
Tonight was a big show at Cobalt. It had been talked about on the radio and advertised over the Internet. Even bloggers were posting about the precedence this scale of event would take. It was a very popular R&B artist touring and agreed to make Cobalt a leg in schedule. This particular artist drew other big wig names as well, so it was sure to be a night of celebrities at the club. I heard very little from Azmir since my plane arrived in L.A. I sent a couple of texts, but decided not to call.
I ran to the high-rise to quickly shower and dress. I swear since being with Azmir I feel like I lead the life of a celebrity. I'm constantly traveling, always having clothing delivered to me or am at a boutique, buying pieces for upcoming events. Shoot, I now even have personal shoppers and makeup artists, vying for signed contracts with me. It can all be overwhelming, but I constantly remind myself that my life is now anew, as it includes the business mogul, A.D. Jacobs.
I select a Rebecca Taylor cheetah print mesh daisy dress with long sleeves and low neckline. It falls inches above my knees. I paired it with my above-the-knee, black Christian Louboutin boots. I accessorized with oversized gold hoops and flashy bracelets and kept my makeup mild with simple smoky eyes and nude lips. As I gave myself a final look over in the mirror, I felt a singe of excitement travel up my spine as I imagined seeing Azmir. I couldn’t wait to get him home tonight. You would think that after his cannibal antics following the Thompson incident that I wouldn’t think about being with him for weeks to come. And as much as his behavior still haunts me, I have my needs of him.
I decide not to take the S550 tonight, but instead I grab the keys to his SLS. I swear, this man has more cars than he can drive. I had to admit, every once in a while it was fun playing with Azmir’s toys. When I arrived at the club, as usual, there was a line wrapped around the corner. I head into the private parking lot and show my face to the club’s parking security. He nodded his head in approval and directed me in. I parked next to Azmir’s 750 a felt another chill zing through me. I went in and headed to the hostess to find out where I’d be seated. She had security escort me over to the V.I.P. section where I saw lots of familiar faces, Petey’s being one.
“Oh, shit! Sup, Rayna!” he greeted, exposing all of his teeth.
“Hey, Petey! Great seeing you. You’re looking like you’ve slimmed down a bit,” I charmed.