That evening after work, I had gone to my house to pick up more things to move into Azmir's apartment. I felt I had the last of everything I needed in order to feel at home there. After packing the last bundle in the car, I went to lock up my house. As I walked out, I stood in the doorway and experienced a barrage of emotions. I had only been there a short time, but it was my first home and held an affinity in my heart.
“Azmir, you had better be worth it,” I murmured underneath my breath before closing the door to leave. I shot straight up Lincoln Blvd towards Marina Del Rey.
The next day I decided to be trifling and get my hair done on my lunch hour. What I was getting done wouldn't take long. Adrian took me as soon as I walked through the door. As I was under the drier, I began to experience anxiety about Azmir's reaction to my moving in while he was away.
What if I would've waited for him to return home before moving in? What if he returns in a bad mood? What if his trip allowed him time to reevaluate his feelings for me?
It took every fiber of my being to suppress those fears. This man has asked several times that I move in with him. That will just have to be my focus.
Adrian blew my hair out very nice and bountifully. Azmir had always seemed more impressed with my natural hair. I'm like any other woman who loves the convenience of a weave, wig, or occasional braids, but I loved the way he responded to my natural hair. It was quite long and thick. Adrian maintained it well. It fell just at my breasts and below my scapula bone in the back. It had a slight curl and was full of volume. I was in and out in a little over an hour and my tip reflected my gratitude.
As I was leaving and headed back to the office I got those damn butterflies in my stomach again. This time it was pleasant anxiety and anticipation. The hours flew by and before I knew it, I was back at the high rise preparing for the man of the hour to return home.
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Azmir
What a long and exhausting flight. I was so happy to be back on U.S. soil. As I walk into my apartment building I see Manny.
“My man, Manny. How’s everything?” I greeted the concierge as he runs over to me and retrieved my luggage.
“Mr. Jacobs! Nice to see your back. How was your business trip?” Manny asked with the widest smile.
“It was long, but successful just the same.”
“Ah, so business is good, I see?”
He ushered me in when the elevator door swung open. I sauntered in with him on my heels.
“Business is sweet. But I'm damn sure happy to be back home. A man can't stay away from his throne too long, you know.” I let out a long sigh and rubbed my eyes.
“Ahahahahahahahaha!” Manny belted out an energetic laugh. I didn't find what I said particularly funny but apparently he did.
He brought my luggage to my front door. I heard music coming from my apartment. This was very unexpected.
With a huge frat boy smile Manny bode, “The best of evenings, Mr. Jacobs!” and scurried back to the elevator.
I opened the door looking for my guest, but to no avail. So I quickly took my bags into my office and then shut the door. When I returned to the foyer I saw her standing off towards the living room wearing my dress shirt, her wide-waisted belt and the crystallized Christian Louboutin's I got her last week and instructed her to fuck me in. Her hair—natural hair—was pulled up to the top of her head into a loose ponytail. She had on red lipstick and dark eyes. I was immediately turned on.
She appeared solicitous, but after a hard swallow she murmured, “You're early!”
Okay maybe I frightened her.
I gestured with raised eyebrows and pouted lips that I was here.
“Well, I'm happy to see you're home. I hope you don't mind me being so...au fait with your space.” This time she spoke more confidently.
I shook my head giving her an emphatic “no”. Her apparent sensual manner had me enchanted.
“Do you like chicken piccata? I've taken the liberty...”
I nodded my head.
“I bet you're tired. I'll pour you a glass of wine. Red or white? Though they say Chardonnay, Pinot Grigio and Sauvignon Blanc go well with it.”
“I want what you're having.” I was hoping not to divulge how much I wanted her right now.