He didn’t have any win, poor guy never saw it coming. He fell to the floor unconscious. I saw two other guys rushing in our direction. I assumed they were friends of my dearly departed dance partner, they didn’t look very happy. I couldn’t believe I was caught in the middle of these super charged men.
One of the guy, who was laid out on the floor, friends went to throw a punch at Azmir that was effortlessly caught mid-air by one of Azmir’s security team. The interception was so seamless that it appeared choreographed, only I knew it wasn’t. My dance partner was out like a light. Azmir continued to whisk me off the floor. I had no idea where he planned to take me, but knew he had no right.
“Wait, Azmir! You have some fucking nerve to bum-rush me like this! Where is your girlfriend that you brought here?” I protested while being pulled behind him.
He never responded. He just kept his stride toward the back of the club. I was now perplexed. Where in the hell are we going? We moved so fast that my body flapped against the speed. It didn’t help that I was drunk off my ass.
I noticed another big brawny figure screaming at the crowd to move out of the way. He flew past us and cleared a path.
“What the hell, Azmir!” I yelled. As we passed other patrons, their attention turned to us. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me.
Finally, we headed towards a back door. The big guy swung the door open for us and once out Azmir ordered, “I’m good here, Ock. Give me room. Just watch the door.”
I was still asking him what nerve he had trying to manhandle me after bringing a girl to the club that night. He didn’t utter a word. He carried me into the back parking lot behind two large garbage dumpsters before letting me down. Once my feet were on the ground, we stood face to face. My heart raced as I seethed, embarrassed by his outburst, confused at his confrontation, surprised by his presence. He smelled so good in his proximity and memories of good times—extended periods of elation pooled the front of my mind. I didn’t want to think of happy underneath the heat of his gaze. I didn’t want to be so close to the very thing that was no good for me.
He was angry.
Sexy.
And here, right here before me.
The craziest thing happened. There was a magnetic shift.
When I looked into his eyes a torrent of emotions, one of which being lust, overcame me. Azmir’s smooth skin glistened under the moonlight. He wore a black collared shirt that was rolled up at the sleeve with black denim jeans and black designer sneakers.
His beauty was scorched and had suddenly overtaken me. I felt the heat radiating between us, something I’d never experienced with any other man. But then again, this wasn’t just any man. It was Azmir Divine Jacobs, the man who somehow had stolen my frozen heart from the steely chambers of my dark desolate chest and was trying to thaw it for his benefit. Or for mine?
As I gazed at the well-trimmed goatee on his jaws and chin I also took note of the scowl he wore. Is he jealous? Is this his reaction to me dancing with a random man? We were doing a stare down.
I lost.
His grimace was searing. Without words, he told me I had crossed the line. But how? We were no longer together. But his scent is provokingly familiar and his scowl deliciously tantalizing.
Then another weird thing happened.
We kissed.
I don’t know who went first but I knew it was something that we both wanted. Our embrace was wild. Hard. Possessive. Feral. We were like possessed animals. The kiss was so jagged and fast. I never thought I’d participate in or even like this rough embrace but to my surprise, I loved it! I pulled him down into me to deepen the kiss and wrapped my arms around his neck as I took his body down into mine. He lifted me from my thighs and saddled me onto his waist. He began sucking on my lips and licking my chin, madly. When the sucking traveled down to my neck, I lost it.
“Come on,” I demanded with little breath to spare.