He’s Back
Dale takes me on a joyride through the empty streets of Barbados.
The cool ocean wind flows through my hair. I actually like this island life, there is no stress here and I easily make friends here. Saint Lucia is again another good experience after Barbados. “Hmmmm, Loraine, tell me. Are you in love? You seem like a bon vivant who doesn't care about anything”, the Adonis next to me asks with a smile on his face. I relax and look at him from the side. He still looks straight ahead at the road, waiting for my answer.
“No, I just painfully got out of a great relationship and am healing from my heartache,” I respond. “I do have a partner who helps me with that”. Dale nods and accelerates a little more. “How long have you been in Barbados, are you there to stay? Your accent betrays that you are also a New Yorker and your demeanor that you arrived here not too long ago.”
His questions make me a little tense.
I don't want to flaunt my past, but it seems like everyone is interested in it. "Yeah, I'm from New York and I've been here for three weeks", I say briefly, turning my face to the night. Hopefully, he gets the hint.
“You are a very beautiful woman. I want to know you better. Let's keep in touch after I leave tomorrow. When you get back some time we can always meet and have a drink. And if you want, I'll come to visit you here," he suggests. I have to think about that for a while, I don't want to argue with Aziel. “Well, I'll have to ask my partner about that then. If he's okay with it, I'll send you a message. You can already print your number on my phone if you want to”, I answer and give him my phone. He doesn't respond to my words, prints his phone number and saves it.
“Can I take you back to the hotel after the party? You are such good company and I want to chat with you endlessly”. This one seems tenacious. “My friends won't appreciate that. We left together and we are going back together, that’s a rule”, I apologize. He does not insist and I notice that we already arrived at the camp party.
Before Dale can open my door, I jump out of the car. I grab him by the arm and hurriedly pull him to where the music is playing. Michelle and Rick are already comfortable with our new friends. I just draw Dale to the place where there is exuberant dancing to the Caribbean rhythm of a reggae mix dance hall. I manage to boost the twerking with ease as if it were my daily activity. A couple of ladies laugh secretly, probably never seeing a white woman twerking. Well, I have news for them today, they have fierce competition now.
And then I see him dancing while looking straight at me.
In his arms is a breathtaking dark skin woman, in a sexy dress that leaves little to the imagination. She clings to him as if she already knows he's hers tonight. My eyes are spitting fire, I can feel the acid rising to my head. Of all your life!
What woman dares to touch him?! And then especially when I am around? She is really provoking me, deliberately making me feel like a fool. Nobody!
I let go of Dale and angrily stamp toward the two people dancing in front of me, while he continues to stare into my eyes. When I stand in front of them, I move my eyes to the woman. "Girl, I want to inform you that the man you are holding as he belongs to you, is actually mine!" Slowly the woman turns in his arms, surveying me indifferently from head to toe as if I'm something inferior and interfering with something important she's doing.
"If he's yours, what's he doing in my arms?"
What?! These Caribbeans are also brutal.
“He is in your arms because you have no morals, bitch. Didn't he tell you that he’s already taken? Or did you not care and just didn't ask? Some like to take without asking instead of taking care of their own business,” I snap at her.
We're starting to get the attention of bystanders now, but I don't care.
“Take your tentacles off him! Now, I say, damn it!”. Daring as she is, her arms creep up to wrap around his neck more tightly. She now looks back at him. “Do you know this woman? Do you belong to her? She gets on my nerves, just let her go," she mocks.
Aziel takes the bitch’s hands off his neck and steps back.
His eyes find mine again. “I'm hers,” he confirms dryly.
Triumphantly I look at the loser and walk close to Aziel. Demonstratively I put my head on him, my arms are like a vice around his waist. He grabs my head from behind and lifts it to his. “Who is that man you danced so vulgarly with? I've barely turned my back and you're already in another man's arms. We have an agreement!” he says tightly.
I tiptoe and give him a wet kiss. “That's a new friend to all of us. He invited us to this party. Come on, I'll introduce you to him," I answer fearlessly and pull him over to Dale who is watching us closely. When we reach him, I intimately lean against Aziel. “Dale, I told you about my partner. Well, turns out he's also here in Saint Lucia. Please meet Aziel”.
The men give each other a not too enthusiastic nod, Aziel holds me close to him. We then go to the group that welcomes Aziel with joy. For the rest of the evening, I sit on Aziel's lap until it's time to go back to the hotel. The ladies here have to know their limits. ..
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