Page 46 of Roulette: The Madam

“To the other line.”

“Must’ve been some dick,” Royce whispered.

“It was. And, you sound jealous,” I sniggered.

“Only thing I’m jealous of is this pending deposit.”

“How much is it?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Um hmm. My performance tonight depends on it.”

“Two hundred.”

“Oh,” I scoffed.

“What?” Rome asked.

“That won’t even get my panties on the floor. Matter of fact, I’m not wearing any. I need to go put some on for that bullshit.”

“Two hundred thousand dollars?” Rugger asked. “You’re complaining about two hundred thousand dollars?”

“No. I’m not. Not at all. I’m just making it clear that my pussy hits a little better than two hundred. Matías makes that in a few hours, babe. That’s an insult. Maybe not for a man who doesn’t have his status, but for him– it’s pocket change.”

“I understand,” Roaman said.

“Me too,” Royce agreed.

“Well, if you don’t want it, can I have it?” Rome joked.

“I never said I didn’t want it, but yes. If you need it then you can have it, baby. Whatever you want.”

Rome asked for almost nothing, which was why we gave her everything. I knew there was hardly any seriousness to her question, but it was hers to have if she wanted it.

“I was only joking.”

“I’m not.”

“Royce, send it to Rome.”

“Rou–”

“It’s only dinner, Rome. Rest your tits. Trust me, if I was sucking dick for that two hundred stacks, it wouldn’t be getting transferred to your account.”

“Right,” she responded. “Right.”

“Well,” I sighed, “It’s been good, ladies. I have dinner plans, now. My stomach is touching my back. He must’ve heard it all the way across the sea.”

“Love you. Be careful.”

“You look adorable. Don’t change a thing.”

“Stand up. Let us see the entire outfit.”

“Let her go. Even if the restaurant is five minutes away, you know it’ll take her three hours to get there,” Range fussed.

“Girl, fuck you.”

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