Michelle hated that trait I had but I explained to her a while ago that the girls were not exactly my friends. They were just long-term associates. They put up with me out of respect for Michelle and I did the same. We had good times together, but for the most part that was it. A part of me thought to try to be a part of the group seeing we were vacationing in celebration of my birthday but I was in a funk thinking about Azmir.
Our limo pulled up to the Atlantis resort. I didn’t think much of it until we arrived at our rooms, or I should say my room. It was a huge suite. We stayed at The Cove. I didn’t pay attention during checkin as I didn’t make the accommodations. The bellman took us up to our rooms and mine was the first stop.
As we ascended on the elevator he said, “We are going to the club-level suites. Should you have any needs, please feel free to contact the concierge.”
Damn, they went all out for my birthday, huhn?
“Here’s the first suite,” the bellman said as he unlocked and opened the door.
The suite was immaculately oversized. Because it was a corner suite, there was a wall-to-wall ocean view. Everywhere you looked you saw blue. Simply amazing. The bathroom had shiny marble floors and an all-glass shower. It was like something in a brochure only better. The bedroom had a huge king sized bed with a sitting area and the same beautiful view of the ocean. While I was admiring the room it dawned on me that there was only one bedroom and one bed. I wondered where in the hell were these broads sleeping because I wasn’t sharing a bed!
“Where are the other beds?” I asked as politely as I could.
“Oh, this is the birthday-girl’s suite. We have our own,” Britni said. “Damn, I’m ready to see our suite now. Let’s go, little man!” she continued.
“Hell, yeah!” April concurred.
“You stay here and unwind. We’ll have lunch out at the pool in a couple of hours. I’ll call you with our room number,” Michelle spoke up as she was the last to leave the room.
“Wait. All of you are sharing a suite and I’m in this massive one by myself?” I quizzed.
“You’re the birthday girl. Just relax and enjoy. If you get lonely I’ll come running, sweetie!” she said cheerfully as she hugged me.
Shortly after she left the room and then the suite, I went out in the living room and admired the view. The more beauty I saw the lonelier I grew. I didn’t think I’d enjoy the next five days no matter how good the girls’ intentions were.
After unpacking and then a shower, I threw on a bikini and a sarong and headed down to the restaurant as Michelle instructed. The grounds were breathtaking. I loved hearing the island music and the tranquil energy from the staff and fellow tourists. On my way down, I saw a group of guys admiring me. One even had the nerve to hiss me reminding me of The Clan, adding to my pining of Azmir Jacobs. Everything reminded me of A.D. I didn’t know if that spoke volumes about my warming to him or if I hated the sentiment altogether. I just kept with my stride until I saw the girls sitting at a table.
I sat at the table in awe, “Damn! Ladies, this place is fly! I have to give you all props on this one!”
“Okay. Can we let her in on the surprise now?” April asked.
“No. Let’s hold off a little,” Michelle gently advised.
“What surprise? Shelly, you know I don’t like surprises,” I scolded.
“Don’t sweat it, Na-Na. Take it all in,” she said just before giving April a nasty look. The waiter coming to the table interrupted my line of questioning.
After lunch we walked around the resort to make ourselves acquainted. We ended up in a club. The music was a little too pop for my taste but the energy was definitely nice. After about an hour, I was ready to leave but could see the girls were all enjoying themselves. April found herself a local with friends. She came over to us with a brown skinned, muscular framed guy with locks. He had the brightest teeth I had ever seen. She was grinning from ear to ear.
“L-a-d-i-e-s! This is Bobby. He and his friends are going to another club off the resort and are inviting us to tag along. Are we interested?” she screamed over the music.
“That depends,” Michelle responded. “Are they buying drinks?” she flirted.