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Tales From Sha-Hair-Azad
By Najya Yasirah
She’s Not Wearing Blue - Chapter 20
“Rey Rey!” said Akilah as she walked in holding Antoine’s hand. Akilah, was cute with chocolate skin like Reyjah’s and a cute, a-line bob that was streaked with lighter shades of brown. She was the bartender of Kamikaze. “Oh, this is my best friend, Antoine,” said Reyjah. “Ant, this is Akilah.” They shook hands. “Antoine, have we met before?” she asked giving him a scrutinizing look. “No, I don’t think so,” he said. “You probably saw him in a magazine or something,” said Reyjah. “He’s a model.” ‘Yeah, okay,” said Akilah faking a smile. “You’re on in 10 minutes,” she said to Reyjah. “Damn, I just walked in, can I get some Buffalo wings?” asked Reyjah. “After, you sing-3 songs in a row,” said Akilah. “Bosses orders, you owe us!” “AAAh okay! Damn!” said Reyjah in laughing defeat. She led Antoine to a table in the front. “Good luck,” he whispered, kissing her on the nose. “Try to behave yourself,” she whispered back. She ran up onstage to talk to the band. Akilah brought Antoine a glass of champagne. “Are you sure, I don’t know you?” she said. “I don’t think so,” he replied trying politely to ignore her. “So, you like Reyjah , huh?” she asked looking at her pretty friend as she prepared herself. “I can tell by the way you look at her,” she smiled. “And by the way she acts, she like you, too.” Akilah walked back to the bar. Antoine sipped his champagne. Soon, the lights dimmed. “Ladies and gentlemen, Kamikaze would like to present, LA’s gain and NY’s loss, Reyjah Bennett. The first song Reyjah sang was Madonna’s “Love Don’t Live Here, Anymore.” He could see the passion and emotion in her face as she sang. Every now, she would look at him and he would nod in approval. Her second song was “Don’t Fight it Baby,” by Five. She looked directly at him when she sang that one. He could feel her blue eyes bearing into him. That’s when he knew. “Tonight’s the night,” he said drinking the last of his champagne. “I swear I know that guy from somewhere,” said Akilah to Andreas, a waiter. “I just can’t put my finger on it.” For her finale, Reyjah sang “Dreaming of You” by Selena. Antoine was astounded by her ability to conquer different genres of music. Her voice was so malleable. When she was finished, she received a standing ovation. She bowed, “Thank you LA, I love you,” she said. She blew a kiss to Antoine.
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‘I can’t believe your house, “ she said looking around. Antoine had invited her over after her performance. She had taken off her boots and was looking at the collection of medieval weapons. Antoine was helping to remove her jacket. He brushed his hand against her bare shoulders that caused her to shiver. He hung it on a coat rack. “Geez, this house is so huge!” she said in awe. “Go ahead, sit down,” he said going into the kitchen. She saw his huge, tropical fish tank. She spied the lionfish in the distance. She sat down on the familiar couch and turned on the TV. “Cartoons!” she declared happily. Antoine came out of the kitchen with two long-stemmed glasses of champagne. “Now, you know I don’t drink, Antoine,” she scolded as he gave her the glass. “Come on, live a little!” he said squeezing her denim-clad knee. “Okay,” she said in a funny voice as she took the flute from him. He sat down smack dab beside her. “Toast,” he said. “To what?” “To wonderful, newfound friendship!” She rolled her eyes. Damn, didn’t he get the message? She clinked his glass anyway, and sipped. “What’s on Cartoon Network?” he asked. “Bugs Bunny,” she said flatly. “You remind me of Daffy Duck!” he said as he mussed up her hair. “Oh yeah, well you remind me of Foghorn Leghorn!” They began tickling each other, and then wrestling. He could feel himself becoming aroused. He was on top of her, on the couch with her wrists pinned. He looked into her blue eyes. She giggled and kissed him on the nose. He kissed her on the nose, but then he slipped down to her lips. They were like pillows. Hs tongue caressed her bottom lip and found entrance. He released her arms so she could wrap them around his neck. His hands caressed her bare tummy, feeling the rock hard muscles. Her hands slid up to frame his face. Her body was simply melting. She could taste the sweetness of his mouth as he did hers. Her voice was so lucky. As their kiss grew deeper, so did his desire. His hands roamed to slide underneath her halter. “Whoa, cowboy,” she said. “What’s wrong?” “Don’t you think we need to talk first?” She sat up and sipped her champagne. “Before I let you go where no man has gone before, I think you should tell me what you want from all of this?” All of a sudden she became very serious. He was taken aback. “You’re a virgin?” “Does it matter?” Antoine was in shock. “You mean, no man has ever…” “That’s exactly what I mean,” she said smiling. “That’s marvelous,” he said. “I respect that.” “Thank you,” she said. “I am falling in love with you, Reyjah,” Antoine confessed, holding her slender hand and then kissing it. “Are you in love with Reyjah the face and body or are you in love with Reyjah, the spirit?” “I’m in love with both, you are the most remarkable woman that I have ever met. You work hard, you love to help people, you went of your way for me…” “You did the same for me, remember?” Antoine felt guilty about his ill-gotten gains for Reyjah. She kissed him on the nose. “I don’t want you to say, your in love with me, one day, and change your mind tomorrow, Antoine. I don’t have time for lies and I don’t have time for games, either.” “That reminds me,” he said, reaching underneath the couch. He gave her a silver box tied with a black ribbon. “This is for singing at the party last night.” She opened it to find a brand new, state of the art, Sony Discman. It was blue chrome, her favorite color. “Your other one broke that day, sooo…” She grabbed him and kissed him tenderly. “Why thank you,” she said, smirking. Antoine laughed. “So how do you feel about me, Bellissimma?” “Take me upstairs and you’ll find out,” she purred. She stuck out her tongue and licked his lips. Quickly, Antoine slung her over his shoulder and marched upstairs. “You asked for it, woman!” he growled.
Tales From Sha-Hair-Azad - Chapter 21