I nodded my head in shame. I felt so low.
We discussed the girl he had there with him. Neither one of us could answer whether or not they were romantically involved. We went back and forth about the potential for a real relationship between Azmir and me. Of course, Michelle was a proponent, even after she said how she’d overheard a conversation at the nail salon about the radio personality, Lady Spin, being linked to him. My head continued to spin. I didn’t know what to say to that. I told her I needed to shower. I felt nasty wearing sex from behind a garbage dumpster.
While in the shower, Michelle yelled to me, “Na-Na, Azmir’s driver is here to pick you up.”
Damn! It had been a long day and I didn’t know if I was up to seeing him.
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Azmir
My phone rang and I answered to find it was Ray, my driver. He had arrived at Michelle’s pad and was informing me that he was waiting on Rayna.
“Indeed,” I replied.
After I hung up the phone, I looked down at my left hand. I had it wrapped in an ice pack to help with the swelling. I hit dude with the left instead of my usual right because I didn’t think. I was fucking mad as hell! If he saw me snatching shorty up off the dance floor like that he should have known something was up between the two of us and walked off. What random dude is going to just yank up a woman like that without a connection to her?
I couldn’t stop thinking about that number she was doing with him trying to show her ass. After I saw him kissing on her I told Marcus to watch my back because I was going in to get her. I didn’t think it would get ugly but had him on the lookout just in case. I can’t front, I was to ready to shut that shit down if I had to. What the fuck was running through her mind dancing like that? When I first stepped on the scene, she was with an obviously gay man, but when the other dude asked her to dance and tried to kiss and feel all up on her ass, it was over.
I didn’t really know what I was going to do with her once I snatched her ass up. I just knew I wasn’t going to stand there and watch her play herself.
What really fucked my head up was what took place in the back of the joint. I knew Rayna was a little freak but didn’t know she got down like that. I was fucked up in the head! If she didn’t know she was soon to find out that she was mine. I mean, I wasn’t about to sweat her ass but we needed to make some serious decisions—and tonight. Shit needed to be solidified.
An hour or so later the doorman called me to inform that my guest had arrived. Minutes later, she was ringing the doorbell to my apartment. I opened the door to find her wearing a figure fitting white sweat suit with the hood covering her head and her LV Keepall hanging from her shoulder. Rayna looked distressed.
She gave little eye contact. I took that to mean we were both in awkward places behind this shit. She dropped her duffle bag on the floor and stood there as if she was waiting for further instructions from me. I was at a loss. I tried to play it cool.
“What’s this all about?” I asked to break the ice.
“You tell me. You summoned me,” she said dryly.
“Quite frankly, I don’t know what to say—” I began until she interrupted.
“I can’t do this, Azmir! I’m not property. What is this game that we’re playing? Where are we?”
“That’s what I wanted to discuss—”
“If we’re going to be friends then let’s do that with minimal conflicts. If you just want to be fuck buddies then tell me. But anything outside of those two things I can’t promise because of your situation,” she continued firing off, referring to the pregnancy issue.
“Rayna, that is not my baby,” I tried to assure once again.
“Can you prove it?”
“I will be able to prove it soon. Believe that.”
“That just isn’t acceptable.” Rayna’s voice crackled into a whisper.