Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 70185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
‘This bitch!’
‘Doin' it and doin it and doin it well. I represent Queens she was raised out in Brooklyn. Doin it’.
Justice, what are you singing now?
‘Bitttcccchhhhh. Ooh bitch! You wake?’
I guess so; what happened?
‘Girrrllllll, when I tell you that dick put you out. Daddy took care a you, though.’
What do you mean? Took care of me how?
‘He cleaned you up and stuff.’
Where is he?
‘He took his long dick self off somewhere I don’t know. I’m stuck here with stupid.’
Hey!
‘Quiet as it’s kept, though, I saw those tadpole things running around in here. I caught all but three. Them little fuckers was fast. Like Michael Phelps at a swim meet.’
What?
‘Where you going?’
To flush them out.
‘No, the fuck you ain’t neither. Mama didn’t do right by you at all. Are you dumb? You didn’t flush them, badass kids, you had with that broke ass fucker, but you gon flush the ones from the billionaire? Bitttcccchhhhh, I’ma tell, Daddy.’
He can’t hear you.
‘I’ll make it happen. Now put your legs in the air and make sure these babies take. Trying to get rid of my retirement fund. Keep messing with my money and my good dick. You ain’t learn your lesson with the last one?’
I ignored Justice, who kept going on and on. ‘It’s too late anyway. They bore a hole in that bitch and disappeared. You’d need a fireman hose to get them outta there.’
I noticed there were curtains blowing inward and realized there was a door leading outside from the bedroom.
There was a new silk robe thrown across the foot of the bed and I balked when I saw the name brand. Oh, my goodness, that had got to be the softest robe I’ve ever worn. It felt almost sinful for something to feel this good.
I walked towards the curtain, pulled it back, and saw him sitting out there. He didn’t turn around but reached his arm back. “Come here, love.” I hobbled, yes, hobbled over to the chair, and he pulled me down on his lap. He was wearing a matching robe.
I felt shy and unsure of myself, seeing as how Justice made it sound like I was the worst bed partner ever. “Look at that sunset.”
“It’s beautiful.” It felt peaceful there in his arms. I didn’t feel as self-conscious as I thought I would. It felt natural like we’d been here before.
“Are you very sore, baby? I put some numbing cream inside you to help ease the pain.”
“Marcus, don’t talk about that.” I hid my face in his chest.
“Come on, baby, don’t be like that. Fine, if you don’t want me to talk about rubbing cream in your sore pussy I won’t.” I covered his mouth with my hand and we both broke out in laughter.
“You hungry?”
“I think so.”
“What do you feel like having?”
“I don’t know, you pick.”
“I’ll ask you again when you’re ready.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means that you’ve gotten into the habit of putting yourself last. You’ve been programmed to put the needs of others before yours. With me, you don’t ever have to do that. It’s my turn to put you first, even if you can’t do it for yourself.”
“I don’t think I know how.”
“Then I’ll teach you. Soon, you’ll know what it means to have everything at your fingertips within reason. It’ll become second nature to you to want the best for yourself sometimes.”
“I don’t think I know what that feels like.”
“That’s because you’re selfless. But sometimes that shit gets old quick. I won’t let that happen with us. So, tell me, what do you want to eat?”
“I want a burger and fries and a strawberry milkshake.”
“Done!”
‘Get the lobster bitch and some champagne.’
“Oh, my goodness, what kind of cow is this?”
“Grass-fed Highland Angus.” Rich people are sickening. I thought we were rich, Paul and me, but this is ridiculous. Everything tastes ten times better. It’s like they have some kind of secret society where they keep all the good shit from us lesser beings.
My burger, made by his in-house chef, was a thing of art. Even the cheese and caramelized onions tasted better than any I’d ever had before. My shake was made with some strawberry from Japan that was actually white and was sweet as all get out. It tasted a little bit like pineapple, though, but the way it was made, with whipped cream and strawberry syrup drizzled on top, hit the spot.
My mouth was covered in grease and ketchup before I realized what I was doing. I looked around the large open area that was the breakfast nook and couldn’t imagine living in such luxury all the time. I’d be afraid to touch anything.
‘Trifling ass heifer. Get your shit together because I’m not going back to that dump you call a home. If you don’t want it, let me outta here, and I sure the fuck….’