I wouldn’t even dignify her comment with a response. Though, I must admit I was surprised that she would be so bold to even admit that. April knew that I would break that ass off in a heartbeat. I guess I was too preoccupied with being jarred by Azmir’s unexpected presence to even give light to what she said.
Trying to steal another glimpse, I did a double-take when I saw the woman standing next to Azmir, taking in the atmosphere as he bent over to talk to Michelle. She was relatively short and wore black leggings and a black halter-top as she gripped a martini glass. Was he really going out with someone else that quickly? That thought killed my buzz. My initial thought was to leave. I thought it would be too weird to stay there knowing that Azmir and I were in such a strange place. I mean, I’d practically shut him out of my life for weeks.
Now, I really needed a drink. After a few seconds of deliberating, I decided to stay and play. If he could easily move on with someone else, so could I. Alone.
A half hour later found me on the dance floor again with my gay, neon-pink-haired dance partner. I shimmied with my drink in my hand. He motioned to me saying he had to leave. I waved goodbye while still getting down when I noticed my martini was done. It was a bold move on my part but when I saw the broad Azmir brought whispering in his ear while they eyed the dance floor from a distance, I decided to go for my third drink and find a new partner. This time one of the heterosexual nature.
That didn’t take long because immediately after leaving the bar, a short and bulky dark haired guy tapped me on the arm gesturing he wanted to dance. Perfect! I obliged and we strolled into the crowd and created a space to bust a few moves.
I could see Azmir from where I was dancing. He kept looking at me with no break in his gaze. I took a sip of my drink seductively and moved closer to dude who was all into it. I don’t know where the nerve came from, but I decided to start ticking. Ticking is when you methodically switch your hips in conjunction with your arms and/or shoulders to the beat of the bass. The best tickers incorporate seductive gestures with the movements to enhance the performance. I knew my behavior was borderline chicken-head but simply didn’t give a damn. I did that for a few seconds before switching up moves. When I turned my back to him, he came closer to grind on me. I didn’t particularly care for that but couldn’t resist him because I was on a mission to put on a show. While into my groove, the dark haired dude kissed my bare shoulder. I couldn’t stand for that so I scooted up so that he was no longer touching me.
He whispered in my ear, “Where are you going, Miss?” as if that would turn me on. I turned to face him and began to shake my head no in a polite manner and with a smile while still dancing.
Before I knew it, I felt someone tapping my shoulder and turned to see Azmir’s tall and lean frame.
I don’t know why but I tried, “Excuse me?” over the loud music as if he could hear me.
He began pulling me by the hand. I yanked back to let him know that I was not going with him. It happened so quickly that I lost the grip on my drink and the glass fell.
It wasn’t long before the dark haired guy I was dancing with noticed the commotion and yelled, “Hold up, man! What the fuck are you doing?” so loud that Azmir was able to hear him.
The last time I’d seen Azmir seething and ready to attack like this we were in Puerto Vallarta. It was terrifying to see him near that point again.
“What?” Azmir howled as he turned around with frightening fury in his eyes and started walking towards him.
At that same time I noticed two big burly men were coming our way. I knew right away they were Azmir’s security team and I began to get nervous. Azmir got close to the guy with his hand still gripped to my wrist and bellowed, “Fuck you say?”
“I said—” was all he got out before Azmir hauled off and punched the shit out of him.