Love UnCharted (Love's Improbable Possibility) Read Online Free

relief.
    Minutes later, Azmir’s back at the door. “Rayna, I can see you’re on the floor. Do you need help up?”
    How can he see me!?
    It then hit me that the entire apartment, with the exception of the master suite, was monitored through a surveillance system. How embarrassing! Azmir could see my bare backside plopped up in the air. Where would my dignity lie with him after this experience?
    “No! Leave me alone. This is horrible! I don’t want you to see me like this, Azmir…please—”
    With that, I jumped up feeling another round of spewing forcing me to take my seat back on the toilet and to shove the garbage can back to my face for dumping. That went on for the next two hours. Azmir respected my wishes, I didn’t hear from him again. It was the most miserable physiological experience of my life.
    When I treaded out of the powder room, I could see the sun setting on the marina from the balcony and floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room, across from me. I was woozy, sore, and completely spent. I closed the door behind me just as Azmir charged towards me lifting me up in his hard arms. I slapped him weakly because I had no strength.
    “I stink. Please don’t! I’ll walk.”
    He didn’t respond. He marched toward the back of the apartment, we entered the master suite and then the bathroom. He sat me on the chaise and walked over to start the shower. When he ambled back toward me, he began removing my booties tossing them into the corner before grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head. I had little resistance to his quick movements, I was that weak.
    “Stand,” he ordered while he held my waist to assist. I did, but when he went for the elastic tip of my leather leggings to remove them, I panicked.
    “No! I’ll do this. I smell horrible.”
    “I haven’t smelled any foulness yet. Don’t be so prideful. You’re weak and damn near trembling. We’re adults here.”
    I shook my head. “But you’re no nurse who is accustomed to body secretions of the waste type. No. Go out and I’ll take it from here,” I spoke in susurration. 
    Azmir sighed heavily in exasperation.  “Rayna, I take advantage of your body for pleasure, I can take care of it when it’s ill, too. Let me help.”
    His broad shoulders sunk in disappointment and frustration. He was earnest in his desire to take care of me. While the thought was hugely endearing, my body odor was not. There was no way I was exposing him to the ugly of it. Menstruating was something that we could work around; defecation and vomit we couldn’t survive— I couldn’t survive! I respected Azmir’s willingness to cross this boundary in our relationship, but I was not prepared. This was god-awful and exceptionally embarrassing.
    I shook my head with sulking expression. I had no energy to fight with him, but there was no way I would forfeit my appeal in his eyes. Azmir worshipped my body—that I had to give him. I was not willing to compromise that. This was all too much. I couldn’t even look him in the face. I just extended my arm, telling him to go.
    “You have two minutes to disrobe or I’ll be doing it for you,” he hissed before walking out of the bathroom, leaving the door open.
    I held on to the pillar stand that mounted a fern plant pot as I pulled off my bra, leggings, and underwear. I kicked them into a corner and slowly sauntered to the shower. I was winded at the door of it. Azmir’s shower could comfortably fit five people and stuff seven. There were at least a dozen jet nozzles in there so I knew that I’d catch water somewhere, but looking at the massive space inside overwhelmed me. I didn’t have the strength to wash. No sooner than that revelation hit, Azmir was right back at my side, placing my shower cap on my head, lifting me into the shower, and setting me on the bench.
    I eventually noticed he was naked and gathered he was going to wash with me. As much as I was discomfited by my torpid state, I was relieved