A daring grin stretched across her face as her elbows rested on top of my portable bar. “How much?”
“It depends on what you want. The drink list is right in front of you.”
“I’m not asking about the drinks. How much will it cost to take you home? Name your price. I can afford it,” she responded in a seductive tone.
I was so taken aback by her question that I almost sprayed her with the beer hose I wiped down. She popped a cocktail cherry into her mouth, then savored it like fine cuisine. My eyes trailed over her small plump lips and down to her erect nipples that were quite visible through the sheer red, lace dress she wore.
She was absolutely stunning and hard to resist, but I had to. My dick twitched in my pants and ready to burst through the seams to fill her up. Damn, I hated all the pussy I declined, but I was adamant about finding myself again and sex would only distract me.
Nowadays, women were bolder than men. I wasn’t mad at them at all for going after what they wanted. Hell, I loved to see it. I just wanted to get my shit together all around and this time, target the woman for me and not out of sympathy. Exiting my thoughts, I exhaled and sharpened my smile for the blow I was about to deliver to her ego.
“I’m not for sale, beautiful. Between you and me, I’m celibate, and I don’t like the habit of repeating myself. Now, I can make you the ladies’ favorite,Suck Meshot, or you could politely turn away and leave. What will it be, beauty?”
Her sparkling eyes never wavered as she stared deep into my eyes and swallowed the remnants of her cocktail cherry. “I hear you, and I respect the whole the celibate thing, but are you absolutely sure? My friend over there is more than willing to join us.” Her head slightly nodded to the left of her, and my eyes traveled to the mocha beauty wrapped in a skintight wrap dress, while she danced sexily on the dance floor. She blew me a kiss then lustfully curled her finger for me to come to her.
Damn, these island women knew how to drive a hard bargain, but my willpower was stronger. “Thank you both for the generous offer, but respectfully, I have to decline. I’ll make you ladies two Suck Me shots on the house though.”
“Alright, handsome,” she replied. I set to work making one of the ladies favorite drinks. In a tall glass filled with ice, I poured in tequila, white grape flavored vodak, triple sec, black raspberry puree, then pineapple juice. Afterwards, I took my time and mixed the mixture together, before I poured two perfectSuck Meshots in a glass for both ladies.
“Here you go, beautiful. You ladies enjoy your night.”
“Thank you, handsome, and we will.” She sauntered away, and my eyes were glued to her two round best friends that she dragged. Geez, she packed ass for days. Damn, it was hard to turn down one woman, but it was torture declining two at the same damn time.
Hill walked over to me and poured a glass of beer for a customer. “Man, you are a different breed, my brother because I don’t know how you turn down women left to right the way you do,” he stated while shaking his head.
The tall, bald, and toned dark- skinned brother had a different girl every week, so of course he didn’t know how I did it. I laughed at him while I wiped the bar down.
“It takes a lot of willpower, cold showers, and medicated ointment.”
Hill burst into laughter before he walked away. “I bet it does,” he tossed over his shoulder.
I went back to doing my job until the night ended, and I headed to my parents’ place to pick up MJ. My playlistcrooned at a decent volume while I drove past the huge extravagant compound that was maybe twenty or more miles away from my parents’ modest home. My mother was a retired school teacher, and my father was still the ambassador of our country, but they were nowhere near balling like the person who owned that estate. The compound was heavily guarded, and bright lights were all over.
Quite a few times on my drive by, there were parties going on. I’d have to drop my business card off to one of the guards. I could make drinks in any capacity—from hood to classy—I had it on lock. Yawning as I drove past, I examined the mansion.
When I looked up at the windows, the silhouette of a woman sitting on her patio caught my eye, and I swerved a bit. I grabbed onto the wheel and focused back on the road, and my mind trailed to the peanut butter coated beauty dressed in the white two-piece bikini a few weeks back. If God was willing, I’d see her again.
CHAPTER
THREE
Era
2023
Two whole years had passed,and I was still trapped in this damn sister wives’ nightmare. I hated the sight of Syris now. Anytime our eyes connected, my stomach churned in disgust.
Every time he touched me, it felt like my stomach bile saturated my tongue, and I got queasy. Since the last night of our honeymoon, I hadn’t slept with Syris, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t tried. Every time he attempted to have sex with me, we fought like cats and dogs.
No, I literally mean like Ike and Tina. I ate his slaps and him choking me, and he endured my nut shots, blows, and my attempts to kill him. Yup, in the blink of an eye, I went from the happiest woman on the planet, to the most bitter and angriest woman in the world.
I had absolutely nothing to smile about. Not only was I married to a bigamist, but I was held against my will. That nigga wouldn’t let me out of his sight.
Everyone was free to leave the compound but me. I was either in my grand bedroom, the garden, or the small room that was created for my pottery. But that wasn’t enough. I wanted out of this damn mansion. I missed being around people and teaching the one thing I loved the most in this world, pottery.
Syris called me Butterfly because I was a social butterfly. It was in me to be living and exploring, not held against my will. I was so tired of being surrounded by Syris, his wife, Temi, his two other wives, and their school bus of children, that at any given moment I was ready to set the whole compound ablaze. Yet, I was stuck in this deluded, yet lavish lifestyle.
After I was dressed in designer clothes from head to toe, I looked over my once natural curls that were now replaced by a silk press, and I smirked. Pulling on my shades, I exited my bedroom and greeted the two security guards outside of my bedroom. I changed my whole look because my natural curls represented how free I felt, and I was no longer the happy and outgoing Era. I looked stunning yet heartless because that’s exactly how I felt.
