Page 17 of Roulette: The Madam

“Thank you, baby.”

I lined my lips with dark brown liner and then pressed my lips against each other to smear it slightly.

“All except one.”

I slathered gloss across my lips and pressed them together again.

“No babies. There isn’t a nigga in this world that can convince me to have his child. Accept his child. Or abort his child, because he will never catch me slipping.”

“Well, that all changes when the ri–”

“It’ll never change, Rugger. I don’t care how long his dick is or how long his money is. Nothing is coming out of me and noone is going to be including me in the family pictures the school asks for as the bitch of a stepmother they love to hate.”

Perfect.

“Who is that Andrew? Oh, that’s my stepmom who my father pounds every night. My ears have molded to the shape of my earbuds, Luke, because they’re so fucking loud. I hate that slut and so does my mom. Ugh,” I whined.

“At least she’s hot dude. You see that fucking set on her chest?” Rome chimed in, sounding like a teenage boy.

Joyous laughter coated the line.

“Exactly,” I groaned. “Not exactly the life I imagined for myself. Planning vacations around their lives. Nope. I’m not willing to give up my spot as the main character to play a supporting character in anybody’s story. Not even a kid’s.”

“Because that’s exactly what happens,” Egypt confessed.

I stood from the vanity, causing an uproar on the phone.

“Seriously?” Range complained.

“Pussy all in the camera,” Royce snickered.

“Rou– please,” Rome begged.

“Sorry, baby, but it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”

I lowered the robe and watched it fall to the floor on the screen in front of me.

“She can’t be fucking serious,” Rugger hissed.

“Well, ladies, it’s been good talking to you. It’s time I get dressed. The aircraft is fueled and almost ready for departure.”

“You just made it,” Rather fussed.

“And, I’m just leaving.”

“To whe–” Roaman started.

“Colombia,” Rome explained.

“To Colombia,” I agreed.

“You’re not wasting any time, huh?”

“Do you think niggas waste time getting the next woman in their bed? Most can’t even make it. Their dicks are between thenext set of pussy lips right on the sofa. If you thought they were alone in their efforts to bust, then you’re sadly mistaken. Now, I love you– you– you– and the rest of you. I will see you ladies when I return. Egypt, keep quiet.”

“He will know, Roulette.” Egypt was right.

“Probably already knows,” Rather insisted.

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