“I didn’t choose this life. I chose love. I vowed to love you through it all, but you played me. All the memories, everything that we built and shared was a complete lie!
“That so-called honeymoon was pure bullshit!” I cried so hard as Syris rubbed my back. “No! Don’t you touch me. I don’t want you. I don’t want you. I don’t want any of this!
“Syris, I want my own husband. Not a man who’s already taken vows with another woman. You’re Temi’s husband! This can’t be real. I have to be still asleep and dreaming.” I pinched myself then slapped myself, but from the pain I felt, I knew this was reality.
“Butterfly, please don’t say that to me. I’m begging you. You of all people can’t say that to me,” he expressed in a cracked voice. Temi looked down at Syris with a shocked expression covered her face. I’m assuming she’d never seen him so vulnerable before. Tears welled in his eyes while he carried a look of betrayal from my words.
“There’s nothing that you can say or do to change my mind. You tricked me, Syris! I was bamboozled, hoodwinked, and lied to continuously!” I screamed through my heartbreaking sobs.This was horrible. In a blink of an eye, my whole world had changed. I was once a woman madly in love with a man, now I had to share him willingly with another woman and be held against my will.
Temi kneeled in front of me. “Era, it’s hard to take in now, but soon you’ll adjust, and we’ll all be happy together,” she professed and rubbed my knee soothingly.
My brows furrowed together as I stared deeply into her now sympathetic brown eyes. “I’m sorry that you have to deal with this kind of humiliation. Had I known Syris was already married, I wouldn’t have spared him a second look. But do you hear yourself right now?
“Babe, you’re just as delusional as him. Marriage is a club that’s only for the two people that took vows together. It should not be shared with a third party.” Temi’s face softened as her own eyes watered.
The front door of the mansion opened because an attendant entered, and I saw my chance. Forcefully, I pushed Syris down and bulldozed over Temi. I ran out of the house like my life depended on it. Hurriedly, I zoomed down the driveway. The gates were descending to close, but I could make it since it was moving slowly.
“We have a runway! We have a runway!” someone shouted behind me, but I still kept running.Don’t give up, Era. You can make it. Keep going. I cheered myself on mentally. My arms and legs pumped harder as perspiration dripped from my head and upper lip.
I was almost at the gate, when something pricked the side of my neck, and my body went slack within seconds. I hit the ground with a hard thud as I tried hard to fight the drug entering my system. Weakly, I tried to finish my trek to the gate as I army crawled, but my limbs were giving up. I went in and out of consciousness as strong arms picked me up and carried me awayfrom my freedom. The smell of Syris’s one of a kind cologne filled my nose before I focused on his voice.
“I’m sorry, Butterfly, but this is how things are now.”
Tears rolled down my face as I struggled with keeping my eyes open. I wasn’t able to look him into his eyes, but he was going to hear what I had to say. “Syris Hopes, as long as there is breath in my body, I will never forgive you, and I will always hate youu,” I slurred, before my slumber kidnapped me once again.
CHAPTER
TWO
Muse
June 2021
“What do you think of her?”my big brother, Desmond, asked as we both stared at Era while she collected her clams.
I rubbed down my face in effort to control my dick from aiming in her direction, but it was hard as hell to focus on anything other than her. She seemed damn near majestic as the wind blew through her natural curls. There was a determined look on her face when she squatted and collected her clams in peace. Disrespectfully, I wanted to interrupt that peace so I could have Mizz Lady’s attention again, but I knew she was married and so did Desmond. I turned away from her and looked at my brother. “She’s exquisite, but I’m not going near her.”
Desmond swallowed down his water and flashed me a curious look. “Why the hell not!”
I rolled my eyes at him. “Fool, you already know why. I don’t want a woman affiliated with the lifestyle that you lead. It’s not my cup of tea, and you know that!” I spat.
“Come on, baby bro. Women love your caramel ass. Having multiple wives exclusive to your needs only is the icing on the fucking cake.”
Smacking my lips at him, I looked back at Era while I spoke. “Be that as it may, I only want one woman and that’s it. One woman is enough to fill my needs.”
“Bro, if you try it once, it becomes addictive, but I respect your stance. Since you don’t want her, I’ll go holla at her then.” His wives stepped back as he rose from his chair.
“Desmond, you and I both know that’s a bad idea. Sit ya’ ass back down and bask in the three wives you already have.”
“Nope. I need her a part of my harem, and I plan on getting her by any means necessary. Excuse me, folks.”
Jealousy coursed through me as Desmond walked away. I shook my head at him. He was always asking for trouble. I wanted him to steer clear of Era because deep down inside, I wanted her for myself, but I knew that was impossible. She was spoken for already.
Desmond second wife, Bell, saddled next to me, and I already knew that Bell wanted the dick. It didn’t matter if it was down her throat or deep in her womb, she craved it, but I wasn’t giving in to her. My eyes trailed over her young Maia Campbell features, and I coated my bottom lip. Desmond so graciously offered me to get my fill of Bell occasionally, but I declined because I had been celibate for three years now, and I preferred to own my pussy, not fuck one that someone loaned me.
“Why focus on them when you and I can head into my bedroom right now. I’ll make you forget all about her and your celibacy, baby,” she voiced as her long fingers trailed down my chest seductively, then gripped my semi hard dick through my red jersey shorts. Bell stroked me like the professional she was, but as great as the shit felt, I wished it was the brown-skinned beauty in the white bikini.
Grabbing onto her hand, I stilled her movements, then looked down into her lust filled brown eyes. “Bell, I appreciate your offer, but you’re married to my brother. In a couple of days, I’m going back to my life and that does not include you, beautiful. I’m sorry if I’m coming off as harsh, but do you understand where I’m coming from?” She nodded sadly, and I kissed the top of her hand that had previously stroked my dick.
