Page 6 of Roulette: The Madam

“Why?” I chuckled.

“Because I know you, baby, and that set won’t last ’til morning.”

The line died, leaving me with a silly grin on my face. I pulled over at the edge of the lot and synced my cell with my new toy. Before putting my feet on the gas, I pressed play on the customized list of songs I’d created for this very moment.

Trina’s voice guided my movements. It wasn’t until I heard it that I pressured the gas and got out of dodge.

Miss Trina Z3 Beamer.

Open up my legs put your head in between ‘em

’Til I bust like lead from a heater

I silently sang along to one of my favorite songs.

Make sure you got bread for the diva

Leave a nigga pockets dry like the cleaners

Under the sparks of the night lights of the city, I bobbed my head and ground my ass into the seat. Track after track proved to be just as interesting as the next. There wasn’t a single skip in the lineup.

It wasn’t until I approached the neighborhood I was in pursuit of that I lowered the volume of my stereo. However, my foot never relieved the gas pedal of its applied pressure. The unscheduled, impromptu dick appointment required my attendance, and I was nearly running late.

Black gates connected at the center of the wide driveway, halting the wheels of my SUV. I lowered my window and pushed my freshly manicured set against the digits stored in my head for almost a decade. Access was granted immediately after the sixth number appeared on the screen.

I entered the gates of the home in Browning. The Summits was where the home rested, just a few minutes shy of the most prestigious neighborhood in all of Clarke. Mount Clarke was the pinnacle of our city and where my family slept well every night until we ventured out of our family home. Chemistry didn’t venture far. He remained in the folds of Mount Clarke while we all moved to The Summits.

The expansive driveway welcomed me with solar-powered lights that led to the doorway. I switched the gear toParkin preparation for my exit. My racing heart kept me rooted in the driver's seat.

It had been months since my last visit. But, this visit was much different than the others. It was the first of more frequent ones as the result of my return to the city,indefinitely.

I tossed all caution to the wind and exited my vehicle. The door sealed behind me, causing me to pause in stride. It was nearly soundless. I appreciated the discretion the feature offered.

Oh, good, Teddy.

I took the steps one by one, slowly ascending until I reached the front door. I shoved my key into the lock and twisted. Like hundreds of times before, it allowed my entrance to the six-bedroom home.

The dark decor and smell of freshly burned buds creased the corners of my lips and fluffed my cheeks.Home sweet home. Though I wasn’t the owner of the residence, it was just as much of mine as it was his. I had yet to get acquainted with my new dwelling, but for the night, this one would suffice.

“Chino!” I yelled.

I quickly realized the music that could be heard all the way downstairs was much more potent than my voice. It would easily drown out any attempt of mine to garner the attention of the love of my life. Instead of straining my vocal cords, I pushed forward.

I met the steps with less than half of the amount of fabric I’d entered Chino’s home with. My slip dangled on the railing of the stairs. When I reached the top, my panties collided ever so gently against the floor. In only my mules, I twisted the knob of his bedroom door.

My entry lifted the fine hairs all over my body. I batted my eyes, freeing them of any debris for a better view of what was ahead of me. I hadn’t been deceived. Chino drove his body into the backside of a very brown, very soft-skinned beauty.

Though I had yet to get a glimpse of her mattress-bound facial features, I was familiar with Chino and the standard of woman he preferred. Without a shadow of a doubt, she was gorgeous.

Her body said so.

Her skin said so.

Her aura said so.

Her scent said so.

Her moans said so.

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