Page 112 of Roulette: The Madam

“Thank you.”

“Not necessary. I’ll be relieved when you discover I am here to make your life easier, habibi not harden it. A man who produces a struggle in a woman’s life that didn’t exist in his absence is a man that woman should rid herself of. I’m not that man and I don’t plan on giving you a reason to get rid of me. Not yet. Not that I’d leave willingly, anyway.” He shrugged. “No matter how hard you tried.”

Speechless, I counted the coconuts as they were placed on the table next to me. It didn’t matter that I knew exactly how many were on the tray or the fact that odd numbers made me cringe. Counting kept my thoughts in order.

I grabbed the one closest to me and began sipping from the pink straw sticking out of it. Still, I was quiet. I no longer had a distraction, so my thoughts were running wild.

“I can feel the weight of whatever is stressing you when I stroke you. Though it makes for some good pussy, I like my pussy stress-free. So, tell me what’s stressing you so I can fix it, Princess.”

I turned to find Israel’s eyes on the water. Upon noticing I was staring, they fell on me. My chest rose as I inhaled and caved when I exhaled.

“A gynecologist, are you?”

“I’m whoever you need me to be, baby.”

I paused, collecting myself. I was growing hot all over. Another sip from my drink helped cool me down slightly.

“I have to figure this one out on my own, Israel.”

“What is it?”

“Business–just business,” I sighed, “Securing locations and making plans and convinc–I’d rather not muddy our minds with that at the moment.”

“Then we won’t.”

Good. I closed my eyes and stared up at the sky, briefly.Good.

He placed a hand on my thigh and watched the waves clash against the shore. Wordlessly. With each breath I took, I realized there was no place on earth I’d rather be than where I was. Israel lit a fire within me each time he was around. I prayed it never stopped burning.

Drinks.

Sex.

Dinner.

Sex.

Exploring.

Sex.

Shopping.

Sex.

Shower.

Sex.

Sleep.

Sex.

Sun.

Sex.

In that order, we explored the private island of Katawa. Each night when my head hit the pillow in preparation for a night’s rest, I was depleted of my energy, ejaculation, and ego. Israel successfully stripped me of all three, but still left me prideful and with a cheeky smile that reached my closed eyes before I lost consciousness.

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