“So, they’re more important than our wedding anniversary?” he inquired, with his brows furrowed together.
“Not in the least, but as a peace offering, I stopped at our favorite bakery and picked up our favorite cupcakes. If you’rea good boy, I’ll let you lick the frosting from my pussy,” I expressed, and his frown morphed into a gentle smile.
“Get the cupcakes, and let’s go!” he growled.
I cheesed and swiftly scooped up the box before he hauled us out of his office and into my bedroom. Tonight was going to be a long one because I hadn’t been putting on my best performances in the bedroom for Syris because I deeply hated him, but thinking about Muse’s tall, toned, and dark caramel coating was just what I needed to endure this night.
The next morning, I stirred in my sleep as the sound of moans and groans interrupted my peaceful slumber. Slowly, I sat up in my bed, and I realized the sounds were coming from my bathroom. I knew good and well Syris wasn’t fucking one of his little concubines in my bathroom.
I climbed from my bed as anger and rage fueled my adrenaline. My hurried steps entered my bathroom and stalked towards the culprits. Syris’s new whore’s breasts were pressed against my glass shower doors as he fucked her from behind. Without missing a beat, I snatched her ass clean out, and she hit the toilet headfirst.
“Butterfly, wait!” he shouted.
“Shut the up hell up! I’ll deal with you later.” I grabbed the newbie by her weave and pulled her out of the bathroom and into my room, then whooped her ass. My hands moved with lightning speed as every blow I delivered landed in her face.
Syris tried to grab me, but I spun around and slapped fire from his ass. He growled and bristled in my face. “Don’t you ever in your fucking life try me like that again, nigga, or I swear, I will bite your dick off!” I yelled.
I turned away from him and grabbed the top of her weave, then angrily stomped out of my bedroom. “Tyson, bring Syris’s flock to the dining hall now!” I demanded.
“Yes, ma’am.” I trekked down the staircase as I still held onto her hair. She cried in pain, as her body hit every step like mine did that day Syris had dragged my ass. This bitch needed to learn her place and fast. The guards outside of the dining hall opened the doors, and I walked in dragging the newbie along with me. Everyone at the table stopped eating their breakfast and turned to us. Temi smiled slyly as I flung the newbie by the domestic staff entrance. I caught my breath and walked to the table. In walked Tyson leading a line of twenty plus young bitches that looked on in fear as they saw the newbie whimpering and bloody.
“Thank you, Tyson.” He nodded then stepped back. “I need everybody’s muthafuckin attention now!”
“Even mine?” Syris asked as he swaggered in, wearing his bathrobe. He greeted everyone then kissed his wives before he took his seat next to Temi, and I rolled my eyes at him.
“Especially yours.” I turned and faced Syris’s second and third wife, Sasha and Monet. “You two bitches got one job, and that’s to keep these hos in line and away from me.” Facing his harem of hoes, I mugged them all. “Let’s get one thing straight. Syris is going to get y’all either beat or killed. Y’all already know to stay the fuck clear of me and my space, but he doesn’t run shit but through y’all! Temi runs this mansion. Sasha and Monet run you hos, but I run Syris. If y’all remember that, then we’ll all get along just fine. But if one of you hos enter my space again, I’m going to strangle you with your long ass lace front, then feed you to the hounds. Y’all catching my drift!” I spat with venom.
“Yes,” they all announced in fear.
“Good. Now, get that bitch up. She’s bleeding all over my designer marble floor.” Temi handed me a glass of orange juice, and I quickly gulped it down.
“Y’all heard her. Get the bitch up!” Sasha shouted.
“And if one of you hos are found in our domains again, I’ll personally see to your execution,” Monet voiced and mugged each of them.
“Thank you, sisters. I’ll see y’all at dinner.” I blew each of them air kisses then turned to walk away.
“What, no love for your husband, Butterfly?” he questioned and snickered.
“Enjoy your day, Syris. Tyson, let’s go,” I stated without turning around.
“I love you, Butterfly!” Syris shouted at my back and laughed. That nigga was mad annoying.
My nerves got the best of me as I prepared for my sensory class for my new students. The class didn’t make me nervous at all. I could do it in my sleep. It was seeing Muse again for the second time this week. He was so beautiful.
Muse was the perfect combination of equal parts of pretty boy and rugged. That night he floated into my studio, I swear I thought God sent my savior to escape this life I was held captive in. Yes, I took heed to Temi’s warnings two years ago, and I know it made it seem like I was madly in love with Syris, but the truth was, I hated him.
It didn’t matter how obsessive or in love he was with me, he was still married to three other women before me and had a real-life harem. I wanted the love of one man, who wouldn’t mind spending the rest of his life loving me only. All these years, and Istill wasn’t in the business of sharing a man. I’d been sitting back and observing all this time, and my first attempts to escape had failed because Syris was always watching me. That man watched me like a hawk.
For the past two years, I’d been trying to devise a new plan, but this one had to include Poppy because she had grown on me. My love for her was blossoming, and she was now my responsibility to look after out of the other kids. That’s why I couldn’t leave her behind because she had become a part of my everyday routine. Today was Thursday, and my short day at the studio because the remainder of my day was spent entertaining my Poppy.
The sound of a car door closing pulled me from my thoughts as I placed the rag and sanitizer into the lower cabinet of my desk, then switched my playlist to a kid friendly one. I walked around my desk and greeted a few of my regulars, new parents, and students. I ushered them to the station assigned to their child. The bell over the door dinged, and I turned to see who had entered. My breath hitched in my throat as Muse stalked toward me with his handsome son.
My eyes trailed over his wavy fade with tapered sides. He had a very nice beard that coated his dark caramel cast, but with a few rides from me on his face, he’d be where he needed to be. I admired the cement gray, no-collar shirt that stretched across his toned chest and medium build. His forearms; good God his forearms were just how I loved them—solid and tatted. The slim black jeans he wore created the illusion that less was more.
In this case, it was because although I lusted to see his muscular thighs, the jeans revealed more than enough. On his feet were a pair of black suede designer ankle boots, and I nodded approvingly because he was giving very much BDE vibes,Big Daddy Energy. Dressed in my usual pottery getup, I wore a red body suit, with cuffed and loose boyfriend overallswhile my size fourteen figure sauntered closer to him. I usually wore a perky smile for all my parents, but for this single father, seduction seemed to be the only ingredient I could serve up.
Maybe Temi’s advice to find my own play toy could work, and I wouldn’t have to deal with Syris’s shit so much. Syris did permit us to have a side piece, but the men weren’t allowed anywhere near the family, unless they worked for him, and we had to have his approval. Temi was always so cool because her personal guard, Eric, was blowing her back out every chance he got. Sasha and Monet preferred to prowl outside of the mansion and together. The fraternal twins were accustomed to sharing a man because that’s how Syris had groomed them.
