Page 69 of Roulette: The Madam

Wham.

Wham.

Wham.

“Ahhh– fuck,” he grunted. “I’m ’bout to–”

“That’s it. That’s it. Just like that.”

“Where you want this shi– Urgh–”

“Right where it is,” I shared, challenging him to match the energy I was giving.

I should’ve known he wouldn’t bluff, but his willingness to do exactly as he was told confirmed his risk level. He was foolish and so was I. Nevertheless, we only lived once,according to scientists. I was going to fuck this nigga good tonight.

Tomorrow wasn’t promised to either of us. I wanted him wasting away in his grave with a hard dick because I was the last person on his mind. This pussy. This night. This skyline. This balcony. This moment. This nut.

His semen filled me. His body surrounded me. His breathing lulled me to unknown territory. I wanted nothing more at the moment. Everything was well. All things were aligned.

WHAM.

The rattling of the door as it slammed into the frame stirred me from my sleep. I wasn’t sure when I’d dozed off or how long I’d been asleep, but the power nap simply wasn’t enough. Israel had depleted me of my energy. I wouldn’t be able to recover for another twenty-four hours. I desperately needed the rest that Chino’s scowl and heavy feet were interrupting.

The balcony chair.

The balcony railing.

The kitchen.

The piano.

The living room.

The shower.

No surface went untouched before Israel’s departure. I couldn’t be sure when he left because I was already under clean, dry sheets with my head in the clouds when he exited.

“Get up,” Chino yelled, irritating me to my core.

“Nigga, if you don’t lay the fuck down and leave me alone, we’re both going to be getting up out of this motherfucker. And, not because we want to but because the staff is requesting our swift exit.”

“Roulette, I’m not fucking around, get up. You need to tell me what this shit was really about. That stunt you pulled– agreeing to privacy with this nigga. That was never the plan. Had I known you would’ve f–”

“Had you known what, Chino?” I asked, sitting up in bed. “Huh? Because I made it clear to you that Israel was fucked, whether you were there to witness it or not. Please spare me.”

“Spare you? Fuck you mean spare you? You on some bullshit. I see that now. You been wanting to fuck that nigga. That’s all that is.”

“And have. But, I respected the rules, Chino. You know– the rules you didn’t follow that led to you fucking Kiara, getting her pregnant, and falling in love? Don’t insult me, nigga. Don’t play me for a fool. You’re chasing after me knowing good, goddamn well y’all done caught feelings.

“Why? Because you want your cake and to eat that shit too. And, I don’t fault you because that’s what it’s for. But, I’ve been ignoring my sweet tooth and staying cavity free. Unfortunately, that health streak has ended and I’m ready to devour my cake, too.”

I pulled the cover back over me and slid down on the bed.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m trying to get some rest. I just got the best dick of my life and you want to come in here nagging me and shit. Nigga, please get the fuck– get far!”

“You a foul ass bitch,” he scoffed, making his way to the side of the bed where I was laying.

I gripped my pistol underneath the pillow and waited for his arrival. Disrespecting me was his first mistake.

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