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“Hello Randy. How are you?” I asked giving him a brief handshake.
“Very well, sir. You're welcome, do have a pleasant time.” He bade.
“Thank you, Randy.” I replied as I walked past him.
All my employees were used to addressing me formally by my last name. I wanted to get a seat in my private alcove, so I could watch my beloved up on the stage tonight. I grinned from ear to ear at the pronunciation of her name. She was being introduced onto the stage and again I commended myself for arriving right on time to listen to her performance.
The club looked fuller than the last the last two nights, and I thought about how much I needed to give my assistant Jane a raise. She was doing a nice job and I owed her for hiring Khadejah. I probably would never have met her otherwise, I mused. I observed the faces around me. I saw the excitement in the eyes of every man that beheld Khadejah’s beauty as she gave herself over to the music. Some even started to chant Khadejah's name when her set ended. Apparently, the crowd wanted more. I wanted more of her, but I needed a part of her that I wasn’t willing to share. Like I told her before , I don’t share and never will.
My entire being became consumed with Dejah up on the stage and that was all the sound that filled the air. Her honeyed voice spoke straight to my soul. I could swear she was looking right at me as she sang but the space I sat was somewhat dark, but I could easily peruse the stage without being clearly seen by those on the stage. So I relaxed and took my fill of the angel before me. My glass of red wine in hand, I followed and read meaning to every bodily movement she made as she sang Marvin Gaye's Sexual Healing.
My mind and body moved in line with every word she spewed, I could feel my cock rocketing speedily to a hard erection. Fuck. I have to have her and would not be satisfied until I have her voluptuous body beneath me. I slipped my free hand under the table to massage my cock in hopes of calming down. I took advantage of the luck I had in being the only occupant in the private area.
My desire intensified. My eyes skimmed over the skimpy red dress that she wore. My eyes envisioned me stripping off her clothing to give me a clear visage at watching her juicy round ass wiggle while I worked on ways on how to give her the sexual healing she desired. Khadejah’s mouth, contoured with a pepper red lipstick that revealed the spark in her eyes when she got to the beckoning part of the song; “ ' Come on, come on, come on, let's make love tonight.' “ And oh, how that was the only thought that filled my mind especially since the first try did not exactly turn out right. I pictured her lying in wait on my king-sized bed while I gave her the best foreplay she had ever received her entire life.
But somehow, I didn't feel totally happy about the thought of it. Sex was not all I wanted from Khadejah. I was a man an imperfect one, but I wanted to strive to be the perfect man for Khadejah. Her trust in me may be broken, but it is my job to repair it. I must get her to believe that my love for her is real. My biggest mistakes were allowing her to walk away from me in the first place. I have been in an awful place lately, but I won’t be for much longer. Khadejah Butler is my ending and my beginning. She’s my joy, she’s my heartbeat who will be forever an extension of my soul.
The long days I spent locked up in myself were hell without her all because my thoughts of Khadejah became more consuming than any woman I had ever met or been with. I wondered what specialty she had that differentiated her, captivated me, and constantly made me lose focus. Then I realized it.
I took Justin's advice to heart for it became more like an eye opener to me. I wasn't getting any younger and if I wanted to live a happy life, I had to stop being the most famous Casanova in town and settle down. Trusts are broken, lies are told. For us to believe in what we seek, we must know what it means to be what we don't want to be. Being sad makes you realize how valuable being happy is. Being weak makes you know what it means to be strong. Being helpless makes me determined to be deserving of Khadejah’s love.
Then I heard I loud roar of applause accompanied with a few whistle sounds and jerked out of my musings. Khadejah had finished singing and was saying something in the mic my mind found hard paying attention to. I gulped the last drop of my drink, turned the glass upside down and quickly made my way out of the lounge area. I had to hurry in getting there before she did if I really wanted to succeed in having a talk with her.
Alone.
