Without moving my angry gaze from Rayna, I informed the waiter, “Your tip will be awaiting you at the table,” as I walked over to them. I glanced at the three hundred and twenty-nine dollars bill while still in my stride towards the table. I quickly surmised the tab was initiated by others who left before I had gotten there. But Rayna saw the need to stay with this motherfucker?
When I was just feet away, Rayna noticed me and was visibly shocked. She was frozen in place as I slammed the bill on the table. Eyeing Thompson dead in the face, I pulled out my wallet, counted out five hundred dollar bills and placed them on top of the receipted tab.
I then turned to a trembling Rayna who looked as though she’d seen a ghost and I ordered, “Back to the ‘W’.” It was more of a roar than I fucking intended.
Wincing, she calmly, and with good sense, gathered her things and abandoned the table. I watched as she headed for the door. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her so sensibly anxious.
I then drew my heated gaze back to Thompson, fighting every urge to choke the shit out of his bitch ass. “Esquire, I am a man as you are. And I can appreciate the sight of an attractive dame. But I can also respect another man’s territory.” My voice was calm and even as I was bending down, in his face, being sure to invade his personal space. “You’re on marked property. Stay the fuck away from her. The name on the deed is A.D. Jacobs. Fucking. Ask. About. Me,” I ended, not raising my voice, understanding the Triple L’s—lawyers love lawsuits.
His eyes damn near popped out of his head before he regained his confidence. Suddenly, wearing a sly grin on his face he quirks out, “I didn't realize she was a commodity and had an owner.”
Oh, he has a little heart? Because of his relationship with her practice, once again I thought it best that I behaved.
“If the walls of her * could talk…to you, they’d say otherwise. I’ll be sure to think about that when she’s screaming my name tonight during her second orgasm.”
I gave him a sardonic grin and walked off, but not before I noticed his punk ass’ appalled expression. Bitchass had better been lucky of the circumstances there or else I would have hemmed his ass up before he could say civil suit.
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Rayna
I rushed back to the hotel on a dash, red of embarrassment. While having drinks with Thompson, Azmir showed up unannounced and abruptly ended our conversation, demanding that I return to my hotel room. I wanted to explain that it was just conversation after other colleagues had retreated to their rooms. That Thompson and I were simply discussing conduct protocols for my presentation the next day. But that wasn’t the truth. The truth was that, subconsciously, my acts were of a vindictive nature.
I was still wounded from learning that Azmir kissed Dawn Taylor. He’d been away for over a week and paranoia kicked in several times over whether or not they were together. I found myself logging into his account far too often for an update. And while I didn’t find anything substantial, finding out about the kiss had done damage that I didn’t initially realize.
Azmir was so upset when I left him at the bar alone with Thompson. So upset that I feared for Brian. I’d learned since training with Tyler that Amzir was trained boxer, something he never shared, though it made sense considering his jabs in Puerto Vallarta. For this reason I’d hope Thompson’s arrogance didn’t flair with Azmir. We were just chatting over drinks; mostly about work.
If Azmir was going to start having a problem with men who are attracted to me, he was in for a world of trouble. Not to mention how hypocritical it would be considering his kiss with Dawn Taylor and the number of women who drooled over him when we’re together. It was ridiculous, but I never complained or reacted. No matter what my arguments were, this was bad—real bad.