Nights Over Egypt (An Eye of the Storm Short) Read Online Free PDF

Never let them see
    you sweat. Can’t let anyone in on my secret. After standing out here in the cold, waiting for my
    queen to arrive, I realize that she may not show up at all. It’s seven-thirty. Nevertheless, I’ll try
    to enjoy my evening. But damn, I was hoping she’d be able to catch a whiff of this new cologne,
    be privy to my latest button-up, new platinum around my neck, and , oh yes, this small token of
    affection I picked up for her earlier today. It’s in my pocket, and If I had my way tonight, I’d
    give it to her, along with this long, thick dick that I’m more than confident she would love.
                  Making my way over to an empty table in the corner, I spot couples seated, sharing
    drinks and appetizers. I see folks already on the dance floor, jammin’ to the tunes of live music.
    The waitress comes over to take my order and reality slaps me in the face. I have no one to share
    this drink with. Well, plenty of women in here would love to, but that’s how life works. The one
    you want is the only one you want and nothing else even matters.
                  “King, your usual?”
                  “No, Ma’am…let’s change the pace a bit. I’ll have a Brandy Alexander.”
                  “Ooh, I like.”
                  “Yeah, trying to step up my game a lil something, something.” I smile. She walks off.
                  “Is this seat taken?” Ooooh chile, there goes my baby. I glance up and my eyes greet
    hers . A smile crosses her lips. My big ass kool aid smile takes up my entire face. I stand up, pull
    out her seat for her.
                  “This seat belongs to you, my dear.” Standing behind Egypt, I move in close, remove her
    waist-length fur jacket. I can smell the scent of her hair. Freshly washed. Some type of melons or
    passion fruit or something delicious like that. I want to plant my face in her curls, inhale the
    sweet scent of my woman, but I choose to behave myself instead, offer her a seat.
                  “Thank you so much. Sorry I’m late. Traffic.”
                  “No problem, baby. I would have waited all night.” I tell her as I take my seat.
                  “You look great, King. Love the chain.”
                  “You look even better, Egypt.” She smiles. I want to kiss her.
    The waitress returns with the drink. Places it in front of me. I tell her, “This is for my baby.” Big smiles escape me. Egypt smiles, almost turns red. Graciously accepts the drink.
                  “Thank you, King.”
                  “My pleasure, baby. Anything for you.”
                  “Excuse me for breaking up this love affair, but King, should I bring your usual?” The waitress chuckles. I nod. She shakes her head, smiles, walks off, but not before whispering something into Egypt’s ear. Egypt smiles. Damn, the chocolate lip gloss covers her lips the same way I want to. Makes me want a Hershey’s kiss. Those piercing almond shaped eyes stare at me as she gets her girl-on-girl chuckle on, at my expense. Her lashes are so long, as she bats her eyes in my direction. Look at those dimples. Lord, help me. Those triple DDD’s are sitting up, at attention, looking like they need order and direction. I love her form-fitting chocolate brown top. It shimmers when the light hits it.
                  She has the nerve to point in my direction. What the hell are they talking about? I gently grab her hand. I just want to touch her. Her hand is so soft. I kiss the back of it. Break up this lil high-school musical. I stand up, all while Egypt’s hand is in mine. Tell the waitress that the conversation is over.
                  “Come on.” I command and lead Egypt to the dance floor. She follows my lead. I like that about her. She’s soft, bouncing her big, gorgeous ass behind