I knew automatically that he was referring to my abrupt notification about Akeem. “But I was forthcoming...notwithstanding good timing, but still a noble act in my book,” I argued.
“Ahhh...timing. Not such a novel concept, I don’t believe. Don’t you think that would be something you told someone—hmmmmmm...once you realized you’ve fallen in love with them?” Azmir hissed, now giving me his full attention.
“The sarcasm in your tone hasn’t gone unnoticed.” I swallowed another mouth full of my rum and coke.
“Again, justifiable.”
“No,” I shook my head as I swallowed my gulp. “No, it isn’t justifiable if you don’t have the decency to reciprocate. Let’s not act as though you’ve been the most forthcoming in this...relationship either—” he interrupted me.
“Relationship.” Azmir cocked his head to the side as he furrowed his brows with incredulity. “You don’t even know how to term what we have. Newsflash, Ms. Brimm, when two people are living together and fucking monogamously, it’s safe to call it a relationship at the very least,” he spoke swiftly, harshly, calmly and quietly.
The audacity...!
“Oh, no! Do you, ‘Mr. Experienced In This Arena,’ realize that you’ve not once told me you loved me or are in love with me? But, yes, you did ask me to move in.” It was now my turn to cock my head. “How could that not confuse me?”
There was a brief pause as Azmir tended to his plate again.
“I give you orgasms. Love is far less complicated a task,” he sharply shoots back.
What did that mean? I wasn’t quite sure of where he was going, but by this time my tipsy state was upon us. It was all or nothing.
“Really? Well, let’s see the next time I allow you to give me an orgasm. Just like you so eloquently illustrated back in San Diego, it’s not as fun of an experience if it isn’t shared.”
Azmir dropped his eating utensils and motioned for the waiter. He ordered two more drinks and asked for the check. Within four minutes, we leave the restaurant with fresh drinks in tow.
We traveled back to our bungalow and as soon as we arrive, Azmir strips down to his trunks. When he pulled his white T-shirt over his head, I caught a glimpse of his chiseled upper torso. The muscular cuts in his back were artwork. Every muscle group was well defined. Azmir’s chest was bare of hair, but his abdomen had the sexiest trail of hair that led to down to his pubic area. His trunks set perfectly on his hips. He was upset with me and here I am, giving into my lecherous thoughts. What’s more odd is that I just told him that I wouldn’t succumb to another orgasm as if I could control my body under his tutelage. He was far more versed with it than I was, even at my age.
I watched as Azmir jumped into the water from the deck and then decided to go upstairs and put on one of Tanu’s special bathing pieces. I had a sudden urge to seduce Azmir. Now, clearly intoxicated, I felt like I had something to prove, so I choose this particular one piece that has a strap around the neck and the cloth formed like seashells around the breast and a sheath of cloth ran down from the connector of my breasts to my pelvis with brown straps wrapping around my hips, leading into a thong on my backside. It was really something to behold, though I was extremely insecure about this number. It exposed my butt that was marred with stretch-marks, something I’ve had since I could remember. It was the big booty curse as it occurred when my backside expanded as a young girl.
Tamu shocked me when she said not to be concerned about it. “Azmir Jacobs is a booty man. He doesn’t care what graffiti is painted on it just as long as it is soft and natural. Trust me, Rayna, I’ve known him for a very long time.” Her confidence in Azmir’s tastes challenged mine until she all but told me she was a lesbian. I didn’t know if I should have been relieved or concerned about being indecent in her presence. I decided to leave it alone.