Page 132 of Dangerous Contract: Part 1

Marble columns rose towards the high ceiling, their polished surfaces reflecting the warm glow of small crystal chandeliers. Monique had not expected this room to look like this. The room screamed money.

Knowing this belonged to Orazio made her feel a little... inadequate. Staring around her, she could see what he brought to the table. What did she bring?Ugh. She needed to stop thinking like that. Their relationship wasn’t centered around material things.

“It’s beautiful,” Monique whispered.

Meka nodded in agreement, her gaze lingering on the plush lounge chairs that lined the walls. “I can’t wait to relax and unwind. Thanks for bringing us here, Monique. And thank Orazio for me, too.”

“You’re welcome, and I’ll definitely tell him you said thanks,” Monique told Meka, feeling a flutter of pride. It seemed Orazio had won her friends over. All it had taken was a black card.

“I couldn’t think of a better way to unwind than spending some quality time with my girls,” Toya added. “I needed this.”

As they made their way further into the spa, Monique couldn’t help but notice how her friends’ eyes lit up with excitement. It had been far too long since they’d had an opportunity like this – a chance to escape the everyday grind and indulge in a little pampering.

It was so easy to forget to take care of yourself these days. In Monique’s case, she’d gone years without proper self-care. She’d poured her all into a bottomless pit of a husband and hadn’t realized she’d been running on fumes, depleted, until he left her. Never again. It was her new goal in life to be happy, healthy, and as stress-free as possible.

“Let’s start with a massage,” Toya suggested. “I’ve heard the therapists here have magic hands. Oh, and then let’s get mani and pedis.”

“Sounds heavenly,” Meka agreed, her smile brightening even further.

“How about getting our vag’s bedazzled?” Toya asked. “It’ll make our kitties pretty.”

“Sounds like it hurts and causes UTIs,” Meka mused while reading the brochure.

“I’ll pass,” Monique told Toya. Her vag was pretty enough as it was. At least, Orazio had called it pretty.

“You two are boring. I think I want to get my vag steamed.”

Monique and Meka tried not to laugh. That was impossible. They had to let it out. They ceased laughing when one of the spa assistants approached them. The massage therapist had already received a call from Orazio saying they would be coming.

They had the spa all to themselves. The three friends got ready for their treatment. With white towels that had the gold Cattaneo emblem on them wrapped around them, they lay on the massage tables and let the massage therapists do their thing.

Closing her eyes, Monique enjoyed the soft music as her therapist rubbed her worries away. She probably would’ve drifted off to sleep if Toya hadn’t spoken up, interrupting her peaceful haze.

“Speaking of Orazio...” Toya started.

“No one was speaking at all,” Monique pointed out.

“Like I was saying, speaking of Orazio, what’s he like behind closed doors? You know, in the bedroom? Does he have a big cock? Thick tongue? Dish!”

Monique’s cheeks heated at the sudden question. She hesitated for a moment, feeling a protective instinct toward her relationship with Orazio.

“I’m not discussing that,” she finally replied.

Toya glanced at Monique’s blushing face and burst into laughter. “Girl, you’re too old to be feeling shy,” she teased, playfully pushing Monique’s arm.

“Leave her alone, Toya,” Meka defended Monique, grinning as she glanced from Monique to Toya. “If she doesn’t want to share the details, she doesn’t have to.”

Monique took a deep breath, grateful for Meka’s support. Yes, her man had a big cock, and his tongue could bring water to the Sahara. But no one else needed to know that.

“You be quiet, Meka,” Toya hissed. “I’ll start on you in a sec. Come on, Monique!” Toya teased, her voice lighthearted. “We’re all friends here. Give us some details.”

“Sorry, Toya,” Monique said, shaking her head. “Some things are better kept private.”

“Fine, fine. Keep your big dick stories to yourself. The next time I ride a big dick, I’m not telling either of you heffas.”

“Yes, you will,” Meka told her. “You’ll probably call us while you’re riding it to tell us about it.”

Monique burst out laughing because that was something Toya had done before.

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