Chapter 9
I leaned back against the headboard, adjusting my watch while Monroe disappeared into the bathroom. The room still smelled like her perfume and expensive candles.
I was satisfied, but I always was with her.
Monroe's bad ass could suck a bowling ball out a straw.
I ain't never had head so spectacular until she wrapped those fire ass lips around my shit.
The pussy was good too, but it was the head that kept me coming back.
She was dangerous in the best way. Beautiful, confident, and she understood the rules of the world we were operating in.
I wouldn't consider what me and Monroe did as me cheating. Me and my wife had an arrangement. People hear that word and think it’s messy, or some dramatic open marriage situation.
It wasn’t.
It was actually pretty simple. My wife loved the life I gave her.
The house. The designer closets. The vacations.
The security of knowing she’d never have to worry about money a day in her life.
She enjoyed the social scene, the brunches with her friends where they compared purses and travel stories.
And I enjoyed providing it. In return, she didn’t ask too many questions about how I spent my nights when business or something else kept me out late. It wasn’t something we sat down and wrote on paper. It was more like… an understanding that developed over time.
As long as I handled my responsibilities as a husband and father — showing up, keeping our lives comfortable and protecting our reputations, she didn’t go digging for things that would make her uncomfortable.
And I respected that. Appreciated it. Discretion was the rule. Which is why a place like Madam’s worked perfectly. Everything there was quiet, professional, and contained. No drama, feelings, and most importantly… no complications.
I adjusted my shirt as Monroe stepped back into the room wearing a silk robe, her hair falling over one shoulder. She leaned against the dresser and looked at me with that knowing smile. She walked over slowly, resting a hand on my chest. Her eyes studied me for a moment.
Finally, she leaned in and kissed my cheek lightly. “Same time next week, Daddy?”
I grabbed a handful of her ass. “Maybe.” She giggled when I smacked it twice before standing up and leaving.
I was walking towards the exit when my eyes caught a pair of thick smooth legs and a flash of navy blue sitting at the bar.
The woman's head was turned away from me, but she turned when the bartender placed a drink in front of her.
Shit. It was her—the woman with the laugh like bells.
Gianna.
I looked around for a moment before stepping in. As soon as I crossed the threshold, our eyes met. She blinked slowly and tipped her drink to her glossy lips.
"Gianna, right?" I approached.
She nodded slowly. "And you are?"
"Boss."
She smiled slowly. "Boss, huh? I bet you are."
"Damn right, gorgeous." I didn't wait for permission to sit, just sat next to her and nodded to the bartender for a drink. "You're new?"
"Yeah. But you're not," she smirked. "Word around here is you're off limits to the other girls."
I chuckled. "And who told you that?"
"It's been implied. You're exclusively Monroe's."
“Implied, huh?” I smiled.
Gianna swirled the drink in her glass, the ice clinking softly as she watched me over the rim.
“That’s the word floating around,” she said casually.
“People like to talk,” I replied.
“Yeah. But sometimes there's truth to rumors,” she answered coyly.
I leaned in closer. “And what do you think?”
She took a slow sip of her drink before answering. “I think Monroe probably doesn’t like sharing.”
“That so?”
Her smile deepened. “You ever met a woman who does?”
I laughed under my breath. “Fair point.”
For a moment we just sat there, the low music in the lounge filling the space between us.
The bar lights cast a soft glow across her skin, making it look like warm honey.
Up close she was even prettier than I remembered.
Those eyes though. Sharp. Observant, but soft as fuck.
She seemed like the kind of woman who paid attention to everything in a room.
My eyes dropped briefly to the curve of her legs before returning to her face. "Something tells me you’re not worried about stealing her client?”
Her laugh came out soft and musical. “Oh, I don’t steal,” she said.
“No?”
“Nah.” She leaned her elbow on the bar and studied me. “Men go where they want to go.”
I smirked. “Smart woman.”
The bartender set my drink down. When he set the glass down, I glanced back at her. “You not working tonight?” I asked.
“Waiting on a client now,” she said. "He should be here in the next fifteen or twenty minutes."
"Then I guess I have your attention until then," I replied.
She smiled softly and took another sip of her drink. "Guess so."
We stared at each other a minute. I was impressed. Most woman couldn't hold eye contact with me for long before they looked away or their eyes dropped down. But Gianna obviously wasn’t intimidated by me.
I used the time to take in her features. She didn't belong in a place like this. I leaned back slightly on the stool, studying her. The way she carried herself. There was a calm confidence about her.
"You look too pretty to be here you know that?"
She smirked, brow raised. "I think that's a requirement for this line of work."
I shook my head smiling. "Nah. I mean that you're not the typical—sexy pretty. Not that you aren’t sexy. But you got that soft pretty. Girl next door kinda pretty. Like you need to be relaxing in big house spending a nigga's money."
She chuckled lightly. I wanted to bottle her laugh and listen to that shit every day.
"Maybe that's my appeal," she responded. "I seemed to have gained your attention."
I licked my lips and nodded with a smile "You definitely did. And now that you have it…what you gon' do with it?"
She turned to me fully and tilted her head slowly. "Nothing. A man like you doesn't need to be convinced."
I turned to face her too. "True. But most women try anyway."
She smiled again, and leaned in slightly, voice dipping lower. "Yeah. But most women are easily led, Boss."
I ran my eyes down her body again, becoming more intrigued by the minute. "Let me guess…and you're not?"
She hummed softly. "Hmm. I didn't say that. I'm willing to listen." Her eyes dropped down to my crotch before slowly sliding back up to my eyes. "When I feel in the mood to do so."
Aw shit. Now I was the one leaning in. She was playing with fire. "Is that right? So you take directions well?"
She nodded slowly, our eyes still locked on each other.
"Of course," she smiled softly. "But I give directions better."
My dick jumped in response.
Gianna finished her drink and stood demurely. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Boss. Hopefully I'll see you again."
I bit down on my bottom lip as she turned to me giving me a glimpse of her wide hips and soft, round ass. "You will, mama. You better muthafucking believe you gon' see me again."
She tossed her hair over her shoulder, looked back at me once, smiled and walked away. I watched her until she rounded the corner. As soon as she was out of my sight, I had my phone out and booking an appointment with her pretty ass.