Page 161 of Roulette: The Madam

The chopping block was no fun. I’d put so many men on it for even the smallest inconveniences. Now, here I was. Twiddling my thumb, rubbing my own pussy, and praying a man woke up and decided that my punishment had lasted long enough. Sadly, I was halfway through it and the shackles hadn’t been loosened yet.

Ding.

Dong.

The sound of my doorbell started me. My phone vibrated simultaneously, letting me know there was someone outside of my home. The cameras had picked up on movement. I tapped the screen and accessed the feed to find the Porsche in front of the roundabout in front of my door.

I exited the application and lowered my back on the couch. I kicked my feet in the air as I squealed, lowly, making sure I couldn’t be heard down the hallway and through the front door.

Get it together, girl. Don’t fuck this up. Your pussy is depending on you.

When I was able to compose myself, I raised from the couch and headed to the door. One lock at a time, I twisted until I had completed the puzzle Chemistry considered an extra precaution.

“Roulette!” Malaya’s voice cooled the fire inside of me.

She depleted the distance between us so swiftly that I didn’t quite have time to prepare for the embrace. My drink spilled onto the floor as I accepted the young, vibrant teenager into my home.

“God, I’ve missed you!” She blurted.

My orbs connected with the dark ones on the other side of the lowered, tinted windows of the Porsche. The sun had fallen. The small glimpse of the man on the driver side simply wasn’t enough. I needed to see him. To hold him. To feel him. Tofuckhim. To remind him that he didn’t get to dismiss me as he had the last two weeks.

“I’ve missed you, too, babes.”

She pulled back at once. Tears stained her poreless cheeks. My brows crinkled with concern.

“Malay– baby, what’s the matter?”

Her change in demeanor was baffling. Heartbreaking. Sobering.

She was dressed for the runway. Her hair was flawless. Her nails were immaculate. And, she was still following the lash map I’d created for her eye shape. Yet, she was still a blubbering mess.

“Talk to me.”

“You won’t believe it, Roulette,” she coughed out, a smile covering her lips.

I sighed, realizing she was crying good tears and her sadness wasn’t sadness. It was misplaced happiness.

“Tell me so I can.”

“She did it.”

“She?”

“My mom. She did it.”

My cheeks rounded as well. My eyes bulged as I considered the one thing that would make Malaya this happy.

“She did?”

“Yes.” She nodded, crying at the same time. She bounced in place, excitement and pure relief consuming her completely.

“We haven’t heard from her in a week. I was worried. I was scared. I was concerned. I had my dad take me over to the house to see if she was okay. He came back to the car with a letter.”

“From her?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

She dug into her pocket and retrieved a handwritten note from her mother. I began to scan the page immediately.

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