Love UnCharted (Love's Improbable Possibility)

by Belvin, Love

  “Yes, sir. Uploading flight schedules now. I will forward you the arrangements as soon as they’re made,” Brett, who is as efficient as they come, assures.

  “Another thing, I need an appointment with a jeweler when my schedule permits next week, but before Friday. See if Schwartz…Lorraine is available.”

  “Anything in particular, sir…so that I can explain the time you’ll need,” Brett inquired.

  I smiled to myself, suddenly caught in a moment of clarity. “Engagement ring. I’m in the market for an engagement ring.” I couldn’t believe those words left my mouth. I felt proud.

  “Shit!—excuse my French. I mean…congratulations, sir!” Brett bade, unsuccessfully masking his surprise.

  “Thanks, Brett.” Taking a break from my authoritative role to absorb what this all meant, I smiled to myself. He had every right to be caught off guard. “Lastly, I need a vacation scheduled within the next two weeks. Somewhere where there’s lots of a water and privacy…an island. Sharon from Smith, Katz & Adams Sports Medicine Center can send you dates of availability for Ms. Brimm that should be matched against mine. Feel free to initiate the communication for her schedule.”

  “Yes, sir. How long are you thinking…the duration of this vacation?” he asked.

  “Minimally three days, but as long as our schedules can handle. That’ll be all, Brett. But eighteen hours—tops. I need to get home,” I urged.

  “Of course, sir!” he asserted, sounding far more spirited than he did when he answered. That ended our call.

  As I returned to the room, Robert exclaimed, “Perfect timing, Jacobs. We have come to an agreement that I think you’ll be amenable to.”

  As Robert ran down the details, I saw one of our Canadian associates squirming in his seat, extremely uncomfortable. I read their expressions and processed Robert’s information, synchronically.

  “Smile, Gagnon,” I pestered. He’s the one that pissed me the fuck off the most out of the two partners. I was eager to gloat at his dismay. “You’re $4 million richer…and happier, aye!” He rolled his eyes and sucked his teeth, all to my delight. Goddamn prick.

  After the video conference was done, I turned to Robert. “Rob, I need to get home. The old lady is at her wits’ end and I need to go placate back into her good graces.”

  “Shit, Jacobs! Am I that much of an ass that I haven’t had the balls to say the same? We’ve been going so hard at full speed ahead that I may not have a home to go back to,” he chuckled and I joined him. “All right. Let’s take the next few days to rest and re-strategize Alco, Inc.” He paused, suddenly hit with a revelatory thought. “Shit, if we fuck them good, we’ll have the rest of those bitches licking our asses. But we must be smart! Simeon & Dundst are sweeping up the solar wind industry. Those pussies won’t know what hit them. Trust me, Jacobs!” he vowed.

  Robert’s analogies always made me uncomfortable. I mean, really…what man references fucking other men or having them lick his ass?

  “Work on those damn analogies and we can get our hustle on,” I gently scolded as I grabbed him by the shoulders while we’re making our way to exit the room. He laughed heartily. I’ve been advising this since I’ve known him.

  “What time do you plan on leaving tomorrow? Don’t forget about our morning conference call. Gintz, Co. is antsy,” he reminded.

  “Oh, that’s a done deal. I’ll meet you back down here at nine to seal the deal,” I confirmed. I stopped in my tracks and looked at my partner, square in the eyes. “You’ve done me very proud, Rob. Your mentoring and incredible partnership has changed my direction, man.”

  Rob’s eyes lit up in amazement. “Azmir, you’ve given me a second chance. Seeing you achieve the American dream has inspired me anew. You’re not the only one with a heart of gratitude, my brother! We’re ebony and ivory!” he beamed infectiously, with the broadest smile canvassed across his face, referring to his Scottish heritage versus my African American lineage.

  As we walk out the conference room door, he patted my shoulder endearingly. It was a good moment.

  The next morning, I was awakened by the blaring sounds of my cell. I reached over to the night stand to check the number. It was Brett. He was very much awake and refreshed compared to the last time we spoke.

  “Peace…peace,” I greeted.

  “Mr. Jacobs. Your flight leaves today at two fifteen. I had to charter an aircraft, as all other commercial ones were booked or had layovers. Your itinerary has been e-mailed to you. I should be in touch with you soon about the other things you requested. Good morning, sir,” Brett greeted, ending our call.

  “Thanks, Brett. Please have a bouquet of pink tulips delivered to Ms. Brimm this morning, if possible.” He paused a moment, presumably to check her schedule.

  “Mr. Jacobs, according to Ms. Brimm’s weekly schedule, she’s at her practice’s conference in San Diego today.”

  She didn’t mention that last night. But, then again, she spoke about far more important things during our conversation.

  Hmmmmmmmm… “Well then, that changes a lot, doesn’t it?” I spoke introspectively. “I need a flight from here to San Diego and a suite at the hotel she’s staying at.”

  “Already looking into flights,” Brett informed, as I heard him typing away with great speed. “Looks like that’ll be a lot easier than LAX. I’ll contact you with updated flight information shortly. Bouquet delivered there, sir?” Brett asked.

  “Nah.” I figured I’d surprise her.

  “Good morning, sir,” Brett bade, ending our call. It was seven nineteen a.m. Time for me to get up and hit the gym with Tyler. I had to be back downstairs in the conference room by nine a.m.

  ~~~~~~~~~~

  That night, at ten sixteen p.m. Pacific Standard Time, I sent Rayna a text, asking her what she was up to.

  Having drinks with colleagues at a bar call “Wino’s” in San Diego. How apt a name! LOL!

  Sounded like she’d had a few and was relaxed. I’d just landed and wanted to surprise her. First, I had to find out where she was. Mission accomplished. She may be there for a while. My plan was to stop in and have a few drinks with them perhaps.

  Don’t want to disturb you. Just wanted to finish our convo from this morning. Hit me up when your done.

  I’d chatted with her earlier about the situation with my mother. I was considering Rayna’s offer of Yazmine staying at her place in Redondo Beach.

  Okay. But we can chat now if you like. Rayna offered.

  No. Enjoy. Hit me later.

  Indeed. Cute.

  About an hour later, I was checked into my suite. Luckily, I was able to do it without running into to Rayna. Surely, she must be in her room by now. I sent her another text.

  What are you up to? Hope you’re not sleep.

  A minute later I get a ping.Hey Mr. Jacobs! Still hanging out at Wino’s. I have to bring you here. LOL!

  I didn’t respond. Instead I searched for the location on my iPhone and proceeded to the bar. My expectation of seeing Rayna started to build. I knew she’d be beside herself in delight. And my reaction to seeing her after so many days would have been equally elated, if not more. I’d been more than looking forward to her lips, her hands. Her warm reception.

  As I walked to the front of the building, I looked through the glass for her. It took a minute before I finally located her. She was dressed in all black. Her hair was full of the small, bouncy curls that I recognized from last night’s video message. She wore red lipstick that was dull, yet still sexy, I guess from a day’s long wear. She probably hadn’t touched it up in hours. She looked delectable in her black Michael Kors pumps trimmed in a little gold. I recalled purchasing those for her a few weeks back. Rayna’s beauty was striking, per usual. I took my time admiring her ornaments. It came to a screeching halt by the unpleasant sight of Brian Thompson sitting across from her.

  I suddenly saw red.

  My lady’s drinking with a man who clearly wants to fuck her?

  I saw
a waiter bringing Rayna what seemed to be a glass of water. How much did she have to drink? I wondered if that fucking herb was trying to take advantage of her. And what was worse of all was the fact that I wasn’t even supposed to be there.

  What would happen if I weren’t?

  I was so fucking heated that I could feel steam coming from my ears. I guess my introduction at Smith, Katz & Adams Sports Medicine Center’s gala a few weeks back wasn’t enough. I knew I should have been more forceful with the motherfucker! Why would Rayna be here with him anyway after his fucking seating trickery?

  I walked to the door and coolly opened it. Right away, I saw the waiter that had just brought Rayna her water walking towards me. I asked for the check for their table. He asked for a few minutes to go ring it up. I told him he had two. My gaze never left their table. I watched Rayna fixedly as she talked with Thompson. My eyes burned with venom. Within a minute, the waiter had returned with their check.

  Without moving my angry gaze from Rayna, I informed the waiter, “Your tip will be awaiting you at the table,” as I walked over to them. I glanced at the three hundred and twenty-nine dollars bill while still in my stride towards the table. I quickly surmised the tab was initiated by others who left before I had gotten there. But Rayna saw the need to stay with this motherfucker?

  When I was just feet away, Rayna noticed me and was visibly shocked. She was frozen in place as I slammed the bill on the table. Eyeing Thompson dead in the face, I pulled out my wallet, counted out five hundred dollar bills and placed them on top of the receipted tab.

  I then turned to a trembling Rayna who looked as though she’d seen a ghost and I ordered, “Back to the ‘W’.” It was more of a roar than I fucking intended.

  Wincing, she calmly, and with good sense, gathered her things and abandoned the table. I watched as she headed for the door. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her so sensibly anxious.

  I then drew my heated gaze back to Thompson, fighting every urge to choke the shit out of his bitch ass. “Esquire, I am a man as you are. And I can appreciate the sight of an attractive dame. But I can also respect another man’s territory.” My voice was calm and even as I was bending down, in his face, being sure to invade his personal space. “You’re on marked property. Stay the fuck away from her. The name on the deed is A.D. Jacobs. Fucking. Ask. About. Me,” I ended, not raising my voice, understanding the Triple L’s—lawyers love lawsuits.

  His eyes damn near popped out of his head before he regained his confidence. Suddenly, wearing a sly grin on his face he quirks out, “I didn’t realize she was a commodity and had an owner.”

  Oh, he has a little heart? Because of his relationship with her practice, once again I thought it best that I behaved.

  “If the walls of her pussy could talk…to you, they’d say otherwise. I’ll be sure to think about that when she’s screaming my name tonight during her second orgasm.”

  I gave him a sardonic grin and walked off, but not before I noticed his punk ass’ appalled expression. Bitchass had better been lucky of the circumstances there or else I would have hemmed his ass up before he could say civil suit.

  ~~~~~~~~~~

  Rayna

  I rushed back to the hotel on a dash, red of embarrassment. While having drinks with Thompson, Azmir showed up unannounced and abruptly ended our conversation, demanding that I return to my hotel room. I wanted to explain that it was just conversation after other colleagues had retreated to their rooms. That Thompson and I were simply discussing conduct protocols for my presentation the next day. But that wasn’t the truth. The truth was that, subconsciously, my acts were of a vindictive nature.

  I was still wounded from learning that Azmir kissed Dawn Taylor. He’d been away for over a week and paranoia kicked in several times over whether or not they were together. I found myself logging into his account far too often for an update. And while I didn’t find anything substantial, finding out about the kiss had done damage that I didn’t initially realize.

  Azmir was so upset when I left him at the bar alone with Thompson. So upset that I feared for Brian. I’d learned since training with Tyler that Amzir was trained boxer, something he never shared, though it made sense considering his jabs in Puerto Vallarta. For this reason I’d hope Thompson’s arrogance didn’t flair with Azmir. We were just chatting over drinks; mostly about work.

  If Azmir was going to start having a problem with men who are attracted to me, he was in for a world of trouble. Not to mention how hypocritical it would be considering his kiss with Dawn Taylor and the number of women who drooled over him when we’re together. It was ridiculous, but I never complained or reacted. No matter what my arguments were, this was bad—real bad.

  Upon entering the hotel, I was notified by the concierge that there was a message for me. It was from Azmir, letting me know that he was here in the Extreme Wow suite and was out looking for me in case I’d missed him. He instructed me to bring my things up. He left a key.

  I rushed to my room and threw my things together. My heart was pounding at my chest with each passing step. I didn’t know how I would face Azmir. All I could see was images of his venom at the bar. Minutes later, I was headed up to his suite. There were a gazillion butterflies in my belly as I approached the door.

  I entered to find the living area unoccupied. Wow! I immediately got the Wow effect. This place was spacious and beautiful! The contemporary architecture was out of this world. Every detail of the suite was state of the art…voguish. The vibrant colors from the walls to the furniture to the décor, blended so well and tastefully. It’s nice to see how the elite live.

  I noticed Azmir’s suit jacket thrown on the back of the main sofa. He must be in the back. I went to what was obviously the master bedroom, because there was only one bedroom. Through dim lighting, I could see a shadow of a man sitting near a window next to a huge bed hoisted up on a white platform. The bed area was rounded and partially enclosed.

  “I’m in here.” I recognized Azmir’s husky voice, laced with contempt.

  I didn’t say anything. I just stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to say or do. For crying out loud, he did ask me to join him. Now what? I was growing angry by the minute. He had some nerve embarrassing me in front of a colleague for no good reason at all. Now, I’m here standing, waiting on the verdict of his mood like a child. He had some explaining to do. Even with my sudden irritation, my fear wouldn’t allow me to display my ire. The atmosphere was too charged.

  “Take your shirt and skirt off,” he demanded.

  In the dark? Really?

  But I hesitantly did as I was told. I unbuttoned my blouse, unzipped my skirt and off they both went.

  “Shoes and stockings,” he quietly ordered and I complied by kicking off my heels and slowly pushing down my hosiery.

  There was an expectant pause.

  What gives, Jacobs? Are you enjoying the strip tease?

  “Panties.”

  For heaven’s sake, what is he thinking? Minutes earlier he was seething and now he’s asking me to strip! This was not of his nature. But I did as he asked. I lowered my panties, stepped out of them and they were discarded into the pile of my ensemble. In the deep silence, I heard the trembling sound of my heartbeat. I swallowed nervously.

  Why was I so nervous?

  Perhaps because deep down inside you wanted to piss him off?

  “Come here.”

  I walked over to him. He was stretched out on a padded window bench with his back against the wall. I could see his silhouette from the outside lights piercing through the window. As I approached him, he proffered his hand.

  “Come.”

  What is he going to do? I could still sense the hidden rancor in his voice.

  “Place your feet on either sides of my hips and stand over me,” Azmir instructed with calm in his voice.

  What the hell?

  He tugged at my hand, urging me to step up. I placed my right foot on the bench next to his thigh and slowly lifted
my left foot up to do the same next to his right thigh. He held my hand to help steady me. Once rested on my feet, I realized I was straddling his face. My heart began racing a new speed as I felt his nose inhaling my sex. At the same time, his hands were caressing the back of my thighs. He used his long and skilled fingers to trace lines up and down, from the bottom of my cheeks to ends of my thighs.

  He grabbed my left thigh and placed it on his hard shoulder, giving himself clear access to my valley. His tongue moved cleverly in between my thighs, causing me to rest my upper torso on the wall from the undulating sensations radiating from my core, rushing to every adjacent cell of my body. It was unanticipated instant bliss. I stood there, hovering over him with nothing but my bra on as he went to town tasting me. It was as if he was trying to lick every inch of me. I moaned, almost on a cry as my body trembled. I used my hands to claw the wall facing me. The grip he had on my backside brought all senses to my pelvic area as I tried to balance myself against this wall.

  He eventually used his tongue to do that beautiful sensual dance with my swollen pearl. My goodness. This man loved tasting me. For a brief moment during my time in ecstasy, I wondered was this something he bestowed on all of his lovers. He is so good at it. It must have come with lots of experience. I immediately tossed out that unfavorable theory. He was just good at it—period.

  His tongue was swift and lips agile. And…and when he got to the point of his tongue rapidly sparring with my pearl, my body jerked uncontrollably when my climax was imminent.

  “Ooh!” I cried out in undeniable pleasure and…fear. Fear from his disposition. There was something eerily diverse about his execution tonight.

  Not even seconds later, at the apex of my orgasm, he hastily grabbed me by the waist, letting me down on the floor in front of him, leaving me abruptly bereft. I climaxed midair and continued there on the floor, right before him. My body shivered and knees buckled. He sat there…still and watched intently.

  Did he not know that I was coming? He wouldn’t do that intentionally—would he?