“You should be ready by six thirty. I have some calls to make. Do what you must to get prepared.” He walked off toward his office. He continued, “I have to go get a cut in a couple of hours so, I’ll have to go back out.”
I watched his captivating gait into his office. It was never dull watching Azmir’s stride. He was so graceful and confident in his movements. Just so sexy! When the show was over, I turned to the cart and dubiously unzipped the suit bag to find a stunning Hervé Léger gold, glimmer, strapless dress. It was a form fitting mini. My mouth dropped at the said $2,800 price tag…that Azmir didn’t have the opportunity to discard, something he usually does. The urge to tell Azmir how ridiculously over the top this was surged through my veins, but I couldn’t ignore the thoughtfulness in his gesture.
This was premeditated. In the bag below were black leather Christian Louboutin Daffodile 160mm pumps and jewelry accessories. Suddenly, I felt those overwhelming anxious sensations.
Were these guilt gifts? Did Azmir sleep with Dawn?
Bile ascended from my belly and I swallowed hard to keep it down. I tried so hard not to dwell on that depressing theory. I employed everything within me to adapt a sanguine disposition for the sake of the evening. I would just have to ride this out until the appropriate time to confront Azmir with what I knew.
That night we attended a Trey Songz concert. It was the first leg of his international tour for his latest album, the hottest ticket in town. I’d heard advertisements for contests to win tickets for it. In true A.D. Jacobs’ fashion, we had impeccable seats. I could swear that I was hit with Trey’s sweat from where we stood.
The show was great from start to finish. It really helped me escape my internal stressors, even if only temporarily. Trey sang a few of my favorite hits of his including I Invented Sex. I gave Azmir as licentious of a lap dance that was appropriate in public. I could tell he enjoyed me by the way his heavy gaze swayed between my eyes to my backside that gyrated meticulously in his lap. He tried his best to keep his hands limited to my hips as I enjoyed teasing him. It was weird to have security with us, though I knew the game, so I dare not complain. I simply acted as though they were not there, just as Azmir did.
After the show, we caught dinner at a small, high end restaurant that allowed us intimacy. Azmir talked a lot about his work, something that I relished. He mentioned insane stories from when he stayed with Mark and Eric for a few days last week—the same timeframe that he kissed Dawn Taylor. The guys agreed on a triple date event in the near future. I had hoped it was possible.
Dinner was delightful and the drinks complimented the meal. It was hard to ignore Azmir’s phone going off. He didn’t take a single call, just kept sending it to voice mail. As much as I wanted to believe that he was hiding something from me, it was difficult to considering how heavily engaged he was in our conversations. He must have told me how beautiful I was that night at least a dozen times. It melted my core—literally.
We didn’t stay for long after finishing our meal. We were whisked off to a private after party for the tour that was already in full swing in West Hollywood. It was at an upscale lounge and the line to get in was fairly long. Marcus, our security, jumped out to talk to the guards at door before returning to the car and opening the door for Azmir and me to exit. Ray pulled off as we jumped the line to get inside.
The place was packed, but the atmosphere was relaxed. There were so many celebrities in there and per usual, they were very much acquainted with Mr. Jacobs. He was always equanimous in his interactions with them. Azmir was never pressed to speak to anyone or kissed up. In contrast, he returned greetings and did very little talking, but mostly nodded and smiled. Once in a while he’d introduce me to one, but for the most part he kept conversations brief, promising to chat at another time.