Love UnCharted (Love's Improbable Possibility)
Love Belvin
Chapter 1
Rayna
That was as forward as it gets. She wanted Azmir. The emotions I felt were some that hadn’t eclipsed since I was a kid going through the drama with O and Keysha. The distant memory from the pain of betrayal was still acute.
I reached up and returned the phone to the nightstand and immediately started experiencing hot flashes. My armpits excreted sweat and my heartbeat picked up. Azmir opened the bathroom door and I practically jumped out of bed in search of a few toiletries before hitting the shower myself.
As much as I thought I’d improved on my responses to unfavorable situations, that familiar urge to shut down, run, and protect myself was too tempting—too easy. I was quickly slipping to self-protection mode, a place where Azmir wouldn’t survive.
The elevator ride down was in complete silence and I found my eyes glued to the floor, trying to quest through my ruminative thoughts of the Dawn Taylor intrusion. I slipped on a pair of black leather leggings that were cut short just above my ankles, a retro Run DMC white off-the-shoulder sweatshirt that exposed my left shoulder, a red shimmery scarf, double wrapped around my neck with black, pony hair booties that displayed buckles running across the toes and around the ankles.
Azmir bought the booties for me a few weeks back and finally I thought to wear them. I had prayed he’d be impressed. After all, I was trying to prove to him that I was warming up to his desires to splurge on me. A few times since leaving the suite, I had the urge to ask him about the texts from Dawn, but didn’t have the guts to do it, feeling I had no rights to him.
“Hey…you okay?”
His question startled me out of my private thoughts, causing me to slightly joggle. He looked delectable standing there in his crushed valor, smoke gray sweat suit with the hood covering his head. This was his relaxed look, much to the contrary of the designer suit he had worn the night before.
“Yeah…yeah.” I sighed. I didn’t even believe me.
“Are you sure? You’ve been a little distant since you got out of bed.” He paused, but I wasn’t prepared to answer. “Was my conversation too heavy for you…or was I too aggressive?”
I knew he was referring to our sex from earlier when he mentioned aggressive. Though he was aggressive, I relished every moment of it. It made me feel desired and wanted. I could get used to that.
I swallowed. “Ummm…no. You were great. No paw marks this morning.” I attempted humor. I had to get the spotlight off me. “I’m a little tired from waking up so early. I guess my body is on its weekday schedule.” I gave a mirthless chuckle as I adjusted my scarf, trying to sound convincing and distract from my disingenuousness.
He moved up from behind me, pulled the back of the scarf down from my neck to expose my skin and whispered into my neck, “You can wake me up anytime of the morning or night with that type of restlessness. You were sooooo good last night…and this morning. I can’t wait to get you home to return the favor.” He kissed and sucked on my neck, causing a stir deep down inside of me. I didn’t want it; I couldn’t handle it at the time, but I had no will in me to tell him to stop, my body would betray me. It always did for Azmir.