Page 123 of Roulette: The Madam

“He sounds sexy as hell, I won’t lie,” Royce admitted.

“Same. I’d cum just from listening to his ass roll that tongue,” Range said, rolling her hips.

“And, he can roll a fucking tongue,” I revealed, “Well. He knows exactly what he’s doing in the bedroom.”

“Is it thick?” Rather questioned.

“THICK, bih.” I confirmed. “I’m getting hot flashes thinking about it.”

I fanned my face.

“She’s so dramatic,” Roaman chuckled.

“Whew. Somebody get me a fan or turn up the AC in this bitch.”

“Says the woman on the way to pop up at her nigga’s kid’s school cause some low lives are fucking with her.”

“Not my nigga, and this has little to do with Israel. I’m doing the Lord’s work. Women’s work. Not Israel’s work. Get that shit right, Rapunzel.”

“Oh, you’ve got jokes,” Rugger hissed.

“You got ‘em it seems,” I retorted. “Your edges been rolling up since we left the spa. Slick that shit down or comb it back. You’re far from a baby. You don’t need their hair. Leave that shit to Psalem. It looks awful on you.”

“I’ve shot people for less,” she warned.

“Same, girl,” I reminded her. “Same.”

“Min–” Rome began.

“Looks fine. It’s this damn assassin trying to soften her look by swooping and swirling her postpartum edges.”

The bus filled with laughter. Rugger couldn’t hold onto that smug on her face. She tossed her head back cackling.

“You a dirty motherfucker, Roulette,” she claimed. “Leave my hair alone. It’s going through a phase.”

“I’m going to have to whip it up some growth grease. Help it out a little,” I promised.

“Please. Because I’m starting to worry.”

“But seriously, babes, I commend you,” Range expressed.

“Me?”

“Yes. For dating. Dating is a male-dominated sport if you ask me. Women encounter one man they like even a little and erase every other number in their phone while he keeps his options open and doesn’t stop exploring them until he’s walking down the aisle.”

“If then,” Royce added.

“Right!”

“But you’re having fun. You’re doing what you want to do. You’re keeping your desires centered, despite the fact thatthere’s a man pressuring you to be something or someone you’re not at the moment.”

“She’s right, Rou,” Rome explained, “And that’s not saying you won’t change or your philosophy won’t, but you’re not afraid to admit that you aren’t there yet and you’re not going to force yourself to be there because a man wants you to be.

“Ya know. We get so lost in the hunger of others for things we don’t want for ourselves that we look up years later only to realize we’re unhappy. We’re living a lie. And, we don’t even recognize ourselves.”

“Who you been fucking, sister girl? Sounds like you’re speaking from experience,” I inquired.

“Not personal experience. But, life. Life has taught me to put your happiness and comfort above all else. Because in the end, it’s only you who you have to face in the mirror. It’s best you love the person staring back at you.

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