Page 82 of Royce: The Handler


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He hunts. Well.She elaborated.

You look good together. Roaman’s smile was obvious through her words.

My books are open. A session to welcome him into the family sounds good, right?Rather was serious.

I love that look on you,Egypt added.

It’s just business, babes. But, I agree. He is mesmerizing. With a seven-inch, veiny tool between his legs. Let’s pray I keep my tongue and pussy juices to myself. He writes big checks.

I chuckled as I pressed the blue arrow to send my message. I placed my cell back on the couch and stretched my legs, preparing to wait for Ishmael to finish cleaning his kitchen. A shower, some good tunes, and a bed was calling my name.

SEVEN

Angelic.

Gentle.

Magical.

Mystical.

She was a long-legged fairy. She didn’t feel real, but she had to be. She was on my couch. In my home. Asleep.

Peace had found her.

Calm had lulled her.

Food had filled her.

Laughter had exhausted her.

I didn’t want to disturb her. Night had fallen, and I wanted nothing more than to transfer her to my bed. However, thethought was repulsive. Before Royce touched sheets or a bed I’d nailed another woman to, I’d burn in hell.

I’d placed the order for a new bed, new linen, and a deep clean of my entire condo. Still, I felt I wanted her elsewhere. Not at my pad, but at the address I’d built from scratch. Out of the city. Out of the way.

Not in hiding, but in privacy. Somewhere no one else had been. No woman had entered. No intimacy was established. No bodies had been taken down.

She can’t stay.

The reasoning left a bitter taste in my mouth. But, I knew better. My heart did, too.

“You’re staring at me.”

Royce’s voice was soothing. She hadn’t opened her eyes. She was trying to regain consciousness.

“You’re asleep on my couch. And, you’re quiet. Not making demands or quietly disagreeing with me. It felt nice.”

She sniggered.

“You could’ve had your space all to yourself.”

“I wanted to share it with you.”

“Well, that gets you back talk, disagreements, and–”

“But, not when you’re asleep.”

She quieted, finally opening her eyes. Her arms stretched and her body uncurled under the blanket I’d placed over her an hour ago.