Page 1 of Roulette: The Madam

PROLOGUE

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The perfectly trimmed pieces of hair cut just above my eyes swayed gently with the wind, tickling the skin on my forehead. The jet-black, donor-specified hair extensions were a weave connoisseur's dream.

They were luscious. They were bouncy. They were juicy. And, they held a curl for days at a time.

Dreamy.

As the twenty-four inches toyed with my ass cheeks one step at a time, I made a mental note to call my vendor and thank her for such a stunning batch of raw bundles. They were flawless.

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Strong winds attempted to take my silk dress with it, but my curves were stubborn with their meal. Nevertheless, the strap on my left shoulder fell. Triple D breasts kept the fabric from exposing my areola.

I lowered the round, compact Dior mirror from my face. Instantly, I fell in love with what I was seeing.

“Hmm.”

The decision to allow the strap to rest around my bicep came with ease. The flirty detail added to the sex that oozed from the silk number.

I lifted the mirror again, admiring the perfectly smooth makeup application I’d managed before having my tea this morning. It had settled quite nicely on my skin. There wasn’t a blemish in sight.

I never missed a step as I glossed my lined lips while the sole of my mules tapped the concrete.

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“Good morning, Ms. Childers.”

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I strutted up the steps of the private plane, finally closing the mirror and stuffing it inside my oversized bag. Where I was headed, I didn’t need to pack a million pieces. Everything had been taken care of. And, whatever more I required, I’d consume on my own time.

“Good morning, Ms. Childers.”

“Good morning,” I greeted the staff.

The familiar scent of the family’s private cabin welcomed me with open arms, reminding me of the man who’d made the purchase four years prior. It was our family’s fourth plane and it was the grandest of them all.

I strolled down the aisle and took my seat in the third nook, which I frequented the most. I swung my right leg over my left and pressed my back into the plush chair. Swiveling slightly, I grabbed a few contents from my bag. It was massive and required a seat of its own.

MacBook.

iPad.

AirPods.

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