18 - ANYSSA/CAMILA
18
ANYSSA/CAMILA
ANYSSA’S THIRTY-BEFORE-THIRTY LIST
ANNY’S ANNALS
Aloha!
Hey, it’s me again . . .
Remember when I told you there was a knock at my door yesterday and I had to go? Well, it was a staff member with three boxes. You’ll never guess what they were and who they were from.
Nazár sent me a silk dress, a pair of sandals, matching pearl earrings, a necklace, and a bracelet. He invited me to dinner at his place and told me to wear only what he sent.
It was very suggestive, and I heeded his command. It made for a very appetizing dinner, and I was rewarded nicely. Tee hee!
Last night was the stuff that dreams are made of. After dinner, we had an engaging conversation. He’s a sweet and gentle man, but he’s much more.
We watched the sunset, and I have seen the sunset from so many locations worldwide, but none are comparable to the one I watched last night. I don’t know if it was the company I was in or just what, but it was astounding. When I thanked him for sharing it with me, he kissed me.
That kiss led to so much more because if the meal wasn’t sufficient for him, he made me his encore for the night. Lying on a ledge overlooking the Indian Ocean, Nazár sucked and licked and consumed my pussy like it was the last fruit on earth.
When we’d finished, he helped me sit up again, and we talked a little longer. When I yawned, he helped me stand and walked me back down the beach to the resort again.
We walked with my sandals in his free hand and his other holding mine. I asked him questions about BDSM, and he answered. That segued somehow into politics and his businesses. I didn’t talk much about myself; I knew it was for the best.
He left me at my hotel door with the sweetest kiss tinged with the essence of me.
His home was breathtaking, with high ceilings and large glass openings that looked out onto the infinity pool and ocean. The open floor plan living room looks right into a state-of-the-art commercial kitchen. His dining and living areas flow into the outdoor terrace and barbeque area near the pool.
There’s a beautiful lanai, as well, that I can tell he spends a lot of time in from the slippers under a wicker rocker and the number of worn books scattered leisurely on the low glass coffee table. The championship golf course and ocean views from every room in the five-bedroom, five-bathroom home make it a magnificent house.
Why does a single man need eighty-seven-hundred square feet? He even had staff quarters!
There’s something that’s bothering me, though. Nazár shared that he’s lost people close to him and found that the ones he thought he could trust were deceptive. He kept talking about honesty and how much it meant and said he would never lie to me.
Then he asked me to promise him to do the same.
What the hell am I supposed to do, Anny? I want to tell him the truth, I really do, but I can’t. I’ve signed that NDA with Camila, which prohibits me from doing it.
I can’t even call anyone to talk to them about this. As much as I want to call Camila, I don’t want to stress her when she’s worried about her dad, and I don’t want to alert her to what could be a figment of my imagination.
Anny, I wish you could talk back to me and give me sound advice. I can’t even call my friends or Mommy for advice.
What am I going to do?
Until next time, Anny!
Nys
I place my journal away and lock it up before I pull my phone out and call my mother first, and then I’ll call Kayla.
“Hi, Mommy.”
“Hi, baby. How’s everything going?”
“It’s good.”
“Did your appointment go well yesterday evening?”
I blush, thinking about how Nazár used his mouth, tongue, and fingers on me and what I hope he’ll do to me tonight.
“It did, Mommy. What about you? What are you doing?”
“Delores called and invited me to dinner tonight with her and her husband and a friend.”
“Ohhh . . . A blind date?” I ask.
Laughing, she says, “No. Nothing like that. Just four church members getting together to enjoy a meal.”
“Church member, huh? Does this church member attend your church?”
“No. He does not, but he does attend church.”
“Besides the point.”
“Girl, you’re making this into something that it’s not.”
“Mommy?”
“Yes, baby.”
“You do know that I wouldn’t have a problem with you dating.”
“What makes you say that?”
“You placed your entire life on hold to care for me, never having any relationships and keeping people at a distance. I’m grown now and out of the house. I just want you to find happiness.”
“I am happy, baby.”
“I know you are, but there’s nothing wrong with a little companionship.”
“Nys, that has nothing to do with you, and you know it.”
“Yeah, but you used me as your excuse originally. It’s time to live, Mommy. It’s okay to be cautious but not give up on living because some asshole did what he did to you.”
“Watch your mouth, little girl.”
“Sorry, but—”
“No. I understand. I’ll be fine. Let me go before I’m late.”
“Look, last night it was me rushing you off the phone, and tonight it’s the opposite,” I tease.
“Girl, goodbye.”
She hangs up without waiting to hear me say goodbye.
I chew on my bottom lip before dialing Kayla. This call won’t be as easy as the one to my mother.
The phone rings continuously, and she answers it just before it goes to voicemail.
“Hullo!” she greets, sounding out of breath.
“Hey. Is this a good time to talk?”
“Yeah.”
“You sound like you had to dive for the phone. All out of breath and panting. Are you—”
“No! Before you go down that alley, don’t say it. All it will do is make me horny, and God knows it’s been far too long since I’ve had sex.”
“Sounds like you need to do something about that.”
“I’m a bit more selective than you . . . So there’s that.”
I roll my eyes. I am so over my friends judging me. So what if I’m a free spirit? So what if I love having sex and enjoy having my body pleasured and using it to pleasure others? I’m a grown-ass woman. I’m careful, and I always use protection. I haven’t even been down on a man in forever, not since my last relationship.
“Get out of your feelings. I can hear your internal gears clicking. No judgment here. I’m simply stating that I’m more selective than you are, which can also be a downfall.”
“Then what were you doing?”
“Working out.”
“Trying to get rid of all the tension? There’s a better way to do that, you know? Sex could serve a dual purpose. Help you get rid of the tension and be a wonderful workout.”
“Again, I’m selective. When the right one comes along, he might as well hang it up because I’ll be riding his dick day and night until he gets a sprain!”
I crack up, laughing at her silliness.
“So, what’s up with you, Nys?”
“I can’t give you all the details of the trip that I’m on, but you know how I told you about using an alter ego?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, I’ve met this amazing guy. He’s gorgeous, intelligent, thoughtful, sexy as hell, and—”
“You’ve screwed him?”
“That’s beside the point.”
“Then what is the point, Nys?”
“I think he thinks I’m fragile and is overly cautious with me. I want him to let loose.”
“Don’t overthink it. Maybe he’s trying to get to know you before he shows his true colors.”
“No, I don’t think it’s that at all. He’s not the relationship type. He’s a very sexual being. The man invited me to a romantic dinner yesterday by the ocean out in his backyard. We talked and had a great time together. He led me to a spot where we had the perfect view of the sun setting over the ocean, and then he kissed me when I thanked him for sharing the view with me.”
“Aww, that’s sweet.”
“Yeah. Then he ate me out, spread out on the ledge by the ocean, Kayla. It was the best thing that’s ever happened to me in terms of romance anyway.”
“So, what’s the problem?”
“The problem is he shared a few things with me last night. Nothing too personal, but he told me about how he’s lost some loved ones because of deception. He said that he would never lie to me and that I only needed to ask if I wanted to know anything about him. Then he made me promise the same.”
“Shit!”
“Exactly.”
“Well, you’ve only got two more weeks. Enjoy your time and leave there with your secret intact. You won’t see him again after this.”
“I know,” I groan. “That’s the problem. I want to see him again, but I can’t see him after this without revealing my identity. Besides, if he found out who I was, I’d get kicked out of the resort.”
“Is he security?”
“No.”
“Management?”
“Yeah,” I lie. “Anyway, I’m enjoying being around him and not ready to go.”
“That’s a first. You usually get tired of the guys after a week and are ready for the next destination.”
“I know, but this time is different.”
“You think it has anything to do with him being careful with you during sex? Maybe it’s the chase, and him holding back has piqued your curiosity about the IQ of his dick.”
Laughing, I say, “Shut up!”
“Hey, you’re the one that came up with the term DIQ!” she roars with laughter too.
I’d told her once a long time ago that I could tell how good a man could be to a woman by his DIQ, dick intelligence quotient. If he knew how to work the dick too damn good, like making you forget your name and Social Security number, he probably wasn’t about shit.
If he was confident in his game and could put you to sleep, but you still remembered your name the next day, even if your legs were shaky and your back was weak, he was a good man. He was the one you could marry and take home to Mama.
Then there were the ones who talked a good game, but they either had a big one or a little one but didn’t know jack shit about how to work the magic stick. You’re lying there on your back while he’s patting himself on the back and priding himself on how good he is to you, and you’re trying not to fall asleep or making a mental shopping list. That’s the crazy-assed stalker types from which your ass needed to run as fast as possible.
“I think it’s deeper than wondering about his DIQ, though, Kayla. I’ve met plenty of men, old and young, intelligent and average intelligence, rich and poor. None of them have stirred within me what this man has.”
“All without testing the joystick?” she asks in disbelief.
“I tested it but haven’t had the full ride.”
“Sugar bear . . . It’s too soon to be love.”
“I know, and it isn’t that. Trust me, it’s not. It’s just that he has potential.”
“Thought you said he wasn’t interested in relationships.”
“He’s not, but I . . . I don’t want to walk away without figuring out what this powerful hold he has on me is. I mean, I don’t even know the guy.”
“You know enough, Nys. And you’re a pretty good judge of character.”
“I am.”
“Then just take the next few weeks and see where it leads. As for your identity, you need to pray about that. I don’t want to see you hurt, so please, be careful.”
“There’s something else.”
“What?”
“He’s . . . He’s into BDSM.”
“Is that where he’s holding back?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Lord! Heaven help her now!”
I don’t think anyone can. I’ve made up my mind that I want Nazár.