Page 95 of Rather: The Therapist

“After two whole years? Goddamn, Rather. Your pussy got superpowers, too?”

Because I knew she was referring to the powers she claimed her pussy had all these years, I couldn’t contain myself. I laughed, nodding in response to her question.

“He kept my tab clean. For two years.”

“Shit. You have a beast between those thighs, babe. Congratulations,” she chanted.

When she realized I was no longer laughing, she paused.

“So, what’s with the sadness?”

“I’m getting married in two months, Roulette.”

“To a man that’s still getting his dick wet. If anyone is going to get played in the relationship, never let it be you, baby. Have I not taught you anything?”

She sipped from the cup that appeared from thin air.

“To his brother!”

She spat out the liquid she’d just poured into her mouth.

“T– to who? Wait. What? Back up. Hold up! Who’s brother?”

“His name is Priest. PS102, his name is Priest.”

“Priest, Priest?” She asked, knowing exactly who he was.

He was the man who’d made Chem’s escape possible. We’d never forget him. Though we’d assumed we had never crossed paths with him, we were aware of who he was and the role he’d played in our brother’s freedom.

“Priest, Priest.”

“Goddamn, this world is a small place.”

“It is.”

“But, still, the question remains. What’s with the sadness?”

“I’m fucking the man who’s brother I’m set to marry in two months.”

“And?”

“And?”

“It’s an arrangement, Rather. You’re acting like you were in love with the man prior and you’re breaking some code of conduct. You were sliding down Priest’s dick before you knew Kofi existed. The damage was already done. Finding out they were brothers wouldn’t undo what had already been done.”

“I know, bu–”

“But nothing. I’ve told you many times before, Rather. When a man shows you who he is, believe him. Kofi told you out of his own mouth. Right now, if he had the chance to stick his dick in one of your six sisters, he would and would continue until that ninety day mark. He’d have no issue kissing his bride with the secretion of ours smeared across his top lip.

“Some dogs you can’t tame, love, so don’t tire yourself out trying to or feeling guilty about joining them. It’s your best move. Trust me when I say he’d have Rhea bent over, ass up if she gave him the opportunity. Don’t spare him, Rather, or no man for the matter. Not one that doesn’t have your best interest at heart.”

Roulette was heartless. She believed that ninety percent of men on the earth’s core were meant to be played and playing them was her favorite game.

“When the hell did we start moving with uncertainty? That’s not a Childers trait. When we move, we move. The guilt or whatever the fuck you’re feeling right now is irrelevant. That man is likely climbing out of pussy right now. You better get it together. Chin up. Chest out, babe. You had the same ninety days he had. That’s what he failed to realize. I’m starting to believe you failed to realize it too.”

“I haven’t,” I assured her.

“Then make me a believer. Shit. Straighten up that pretty face.”

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