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that she’s absolutely alone with no one...but Azmir to call on.
“ Oh, I got mo’ time to do in prayer and meditation. I done spent too much time running from Gawd. I gots lots a makin’ up ta do. But when you up to it, you can call or come by to see me here. As soon as I can get a job and a place, Im’ma be out ‘dis young man hair. I’m getting there,” she stands.
We follow suit. “Don’t rush. You can stay here until I—” Azmir stops as he steps closer to me and places his hands on arms. “... we find something more comfortable for you. Call if you need anything,” Azmir insists.
S amantha bows her head in humility. We say our odd and brief goodbyes and leave. As soon as we hit the cool air outside of the hotel, I give the biggest exhale that I feels like I’ve been holding onto since walking in.
~~~~~~~~~~
Azmir
The ride home is bleak for me. Rayna ri des in silence, gazing out the window. I wonder what was going through her mind. More specifically, I wonder if she’s upset with me. I can’t help but feel like I’ve crossed the line...like I’ve overstepped. Rayna can be so fucking solitary that it drives me crazy. I did it with the best intentions. Honestly, since she’d championed my reunion with my moms so well, I thought this was along the same lines. Harmless even. So why in the hell am I feeling so nervous about this?
“ I made reservations at DiFillippo’s. I figured you’d be hungry,” I murmur over to Rayna as she sits glumly, gazing out of her window. I actually had Brett make the reservation there to buffer the blow of the meeting with Samantha. She loves their dessert selection. Frankly, it was a preemptive measure.
“ I’m not very hungry,” she mumbles, not even looking at me. She keeps her regard outside of the window.
Damn.
“Do you want me to call and order the cremé brûlée to go?” That’s her favorite. It’s that time of the month for her and she loves having it during times like this.
She turn s to me, “I’m actually just drained. It’s been a long day. I would rather take a hot shower and go to bed.” She flashes a forced smile.
Yeah, I ’m in the fucking doghouse.
Once we arrive to the apartment , Rayna stops into the office to grab her laptop and then makes her way into the master suite to charge it up. I wonder what she’s doing on there at this hour, but I know it’s work related if she’s on there. I go into the office to return a few calls and emails.
Ten minutes later , I find my eyes numbing. It’s only eleven thirty, but I’m exhausted. I head back to the bedroom where she’s still laid across the chaise on the laptop.
“ You mind if I jump the line and hit the shower before you?” I ask fucking pathetically. I just want some type of interaction with her.
Barely looking at me , she answers, just audibly, “No. Not all. I’m just editing my quarterly reports. I’ll be another twenty minutes or so.”
I stalk into the bathroom, undress , and shower. Once I’m done, I come back out into the bedroom to find her exactly where I left her, even in the exact same sitting position. I decide to go out into the great room to hit up my sports channels until I doze.
Just under an hour later , my eyes are fixed to the television. The lights are off, but my peripheral picks up a nearing object on the floor. I turn my head to get a full view and see Rayna coming closer. She’s on her hands and knees, crawling over to me like a cat.
The fuck?
I don ’t say anything. I just watch her. She wears her knee-length Japanese wrap. Once she arrives, she grabs onto my legs and raises her upper body to my kneecaps. When she rises to her knees, I notice her wrap is open and she has nothing on beneath. Her beautifully coiled breasts sit nice and naturally, without the restraints of a bra. I’m able to get a peek of her neatly manicured pubic area. I’m really enjoying the new and groomed look to it. She started getting waxed
“ Oh, I got mo’ time to do in prayer and meditation. I done spent too much time running from Gawd. I gots lots a makin’ up ta do. But when you up to it, you can call or come by to see me here. As soon as I can get a job and a place, Im’ma be out ‘dis young man hair. I’m getting there,” she stands.
We follow suit. “Don’t rush. You can stay here until I—” Azmir stops as he steps closer to me and places his hands on arms. “... we find something more comfortable for you. Call if you need anything,” Azmir insists.
S amantha bows her head in humility. We say our odd and brief goodbyes and leave. As soon as we hit the cool air outside of the hotel, I give the biggest exhale that I feels like I’ve been holding onto since walking in.
~~~~~~~~~~
Azmir
The ride home is bleak for me. Rayna ri des in silence, gazing out the window. I wonder what was going through her mind. More specifically, I wonder if she’s upset with me. I can’t help but feel like I’ve crossed the line...like I’ve overstepped. Rayna can be so fucking solitary that it drives me crazy. I did it with the best intentions. Honestly, since she’d championed my reunion with my moms so well, I thought this was along the same lines. Harmless even. So why in the hell am I feeling so nervous about this?
“ I made reservations at DiFillippo’s. I figured you’d be hungry,” I murmur over to Rayna as she sits glumly, gazing out of her window. I actually had Brett make the reservation there to buffer the blow of the meeting with Samantha. She loves their dessert selection. Frankly, it was a preemptive measure.
“ I’m not very hungry,” she mumbles, not even looking at me. She keeps her regard outside of the window.
Damn.
“Do you want me to call and order the cremé brûlée to go?” That’s her favorite. It’s that time of the month for her and she loves having it during times like this.
She turn s to me, “I’m actually just drained. It’s been a long day. I would rather take a hot shower and go to bed.” She flashes a forced smile.
Yeah, I ’m in the fucking doghouse.
Once we arrive to the apartment , Rayna stops into the office to grab her laptop and then makes her way into the master suite to charge it up. I wonder what she’s doing on there at this hour, but I know it’s work related if she’s on there. I go into the office to return a few calls and emails.
Ten minutes later , I find my eyes numbing. It’s only eleven thirty, but I’m exhausted. I head back to the bedroom where she’s still laid across the chaise on the laptop.
“ You mind if I jump the line and hit the shower before you?” I ask fucking pathetically. I just want some type of interaction with her.
Barely looking at me , she answers, just audibly, “No. Not all. I’m just editing my quarterly reports. I’ll be another twenty minutes or so.”
I stalk into the bathroom, undress , and shower. Once I’m done, I come back out into the bedroom to find her exactly where I left her, even in the exact same sitting position. I decide to go out into the great room to hit up my sports channels until I doze.
Just under an hour later , my eyes are fixed to the television. The lights are off, but my peripheral picks up a nearing object on the floor. I turn my head to get a full view and see Rayna coming closer. She’s on her hands and knees, crawling over to me like a cat.
The fuck?
I don ’t say anything. I just watch her. She wears her knee-length Japanese wrap. Once she arrives, she grabs onto my legs and raises her upper body to my kneecaps. When she rises to her knees, I notice her wrap is open and she has nothing on beneath. Her beautifully coiled breasts sit nice and naturally, without the restraints of a bra. I’m able to get a peek of her neatly manicured pubic area. I’m really enjoying the new and groomed look to it. She started getting waxed
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