I even felt a strong urge to grab my phone and text him a bunch of kissy faces and heart emojis.
Reality slapped me hard in the face before I could make a fool of myself and act clingy.
King had already told me exactly who he was. He had other women, and had no problem admitting that. The only thing he demanded was that I didn’t deal with other men.
I had no plans on sleeping with other guys just because he did.
But Monty? Monty’s fine ass was staying exactly where he was.
My friend.
King wasn’t stopping anything in my life.
By the time I stepped out of the shower, my mind felt clearer. I just needed to keep King out of it. He probably wouldn’t even contact me for days anyway.
Once I was dressed, I walked back into my living room. I found Rellianah sprawled on my couch with a glass of cognac in one hand and a blunt hanging from her glossy lips.
She looked me up and down knowingly.
“You got some dope dick. I already know,” she said casually. “So spare me the details.”
She took another drag from the blunt before passing it to me.
“I will say this… you done fucked up, chile.”
I coughed hard after my first hit, the weed was strong as hell. Rellianah chuckled her eyes sat low already high from the potent trees.
“You should’ve just made the nigga give you head only,” she said, shaking her head. “Ain’t nothing wrong with a nigga giving you brain and then excusing himself. Cause once a big dick nigga introduces his dick to the conversation, shit gets all conflicted.” She leaned back, and laughed softly.
“You ain’t like me though. Back in my day I was a boss, mixed with a lot of bit of hoe.” She shrugged.
Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she reflected.
“I had money. And money is power. That power had me feeling like I was God.” She smirked cockily.
“I used to have several niggas on me at once, tending to every limb on my body.” She boasted.
I stared at her in disbelief waiting for her to tell me it was just a joke.
“You play too much.” I chuckled.
“Bitch, I ain’t playing at all.” She teased with a smirk.
“I had a nigga on each foot massaging and sucking each one of my toes. Niggas massaging my hands… I love my nipples being sucked so I had a nigga for that too… The cherry on top for me was the nigga between my thick thighs giving me head.”
I sat befuddled trying to imagine all of these men on Rellianah at once. She was the definition of paying the cost to be a boss.
“And I was married at the time,” she added casually, before taking a sip of her cognac.
“I practically owned that husband at the time. Gave him a platform to model and in return he fucked my sister.” She scoffed. “He could have fucked anyone and I wouldn’t have cared but he did it with my sister. Still…” She cleared her throat. “It didn’t affect me much, cause I thought like a nigga back then.” Her expression softened slightly.
“Cream keeps that side of me in check now. I have no problem submitting and being soft with him because its what we both deserve.” She looked at me seriously.
“I’m not telling you to live like I did. Our lives are different. I was born spoiled and rich.” She paused.
“But we share one thing… mothers that didn’t know how to love us right.” Her voice lowered.
“That kind of hurt can turn you into somebody you don’t recognize if you let it. That’s why I like you, Layloni. Even with everything your mom did to you, you still love her.”
