Page 77 of Roulette: The Madam

She didn’t protest. She nodded, instantly turning the bottle up again. Dehydration had her body craving what was in front of her, making my job much easier. I pulled out the drawer next to my bed and removed the multi-vitamin from the bottle. So that there were no doubts about what she was about to digest, I left the bottle on top of the nightstand instead of putting it back where it belonged.

“Take this.”

She accepted the pill and tossed it back. It was the start to her recovery. It would aid the water in her quest for normalcy. She’d been stripped of her energy. It was time to replenish it with rest and supplements for the deficiencies I’d caused during our time atThe Carmichael.

I poured the LiquidIV inside a second bottle of water. The powder dispersed in the water as I shook it. Roulette’s eyes never left me. She was watching every move I made. She had nothing to worry about. Poisoning her wasn’t in my intentions.

Her pussy was too good.

Her resources were too thorough.

Her reach was too long.

Her presence was too strong.

Her family was too fucking deep.

And, the world was not big enough for me to elude her brother if she died by my hands. While his presence didn’t instill an ounce of fear in me, he was an enemy you didn’t want to have. It could be the end of you. Financially, morally, and physically.

While the same could be said for me, I hadn’t gotten this far in the game by making enemies of those who matched my energy. They were meant to be allies or at least that’s how I thought. Having them at your table was far more beneficial than on your neck.

“Now, drink this.”

She nodded, taking the mixed drink from my hand and giving me the rest of the water in the bottle she’d been working on. As she tried getting down as much as she could, I exited the bedroom and entered my closet.

I removed my clothing and replaced them with a pair of pants. I snatched a shirt for Roulette from the drawer and headed back out to make sure she’d consumed a decent amount of the second bottle. She had.

“Good job, Princess,” I whispered as I removed the bottle from her hand and placed it on the nightstand.

“Princess?” She asked, genuinely intrigued with the name I’d given her.

“Here.” Ignoring her question, I lifted the shirt over her head.

She stepped back and lowered her body onto the bed. I observed closely as she marked my sheets with the secretion of her pussy. With a tilted head, I watched her pull the covers back and then climb under them.

“Roulet–”

“Does it look like I wear big t-shirts to bed?” She wondered out loud.

No.I answered inwardly.

“You’re going to make this night far more complicated than it has to be,” I warned, forcing her to follow my line of vision.

She nodded, peering at my increasingly noticeable bulge in the pants I’d chosen as a barrier between us.

“A much harder night, huh?”

I gnawed on my bottom lip, bracing for a night of uncertainty. Princess was unpredictable.

Noted.

I tossed the shirt on the chair with her coat.

She can have it for the morning.

I added a pair of briefs to the stack before climbing in on my side of the bed. As I planted my head on the pillow, tryingto adjust to the additional presence, Roulette slid backward and pushed her left leg up toward my chest. My comfort wasn’t of concern to her. Separation wasn’t a concern of mine.

It had been twelve years since I’d shared my bed with a woman. Her closeness was required by default. I slid my hand underneath her extended leg, cupped between her ass cheeks, and pulled her as close to me as our bodies would allow. Naturally, her left leg wrapped around my back.

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