30. Pressure Mensah
Trill-Land, Jungle Estate
N ow that I was down to four women, shit was gettin’ real and I could feel it in a different way.
Yesterday I took Pluto’s virginity, and ever since, I been walkin’ around with this mix of feeling’ I don’t usually let creep in.
She told me she didn’t care if I sent her home after that, but I ain’t stupid.
I knew what it meant for a woman to give a man somethin’ like that, and it’s not just about the act.
That’s some shit you can’t put a price tag on, ‘cause it’s worth more than any gift I could buy her.
I wasn’t the type of nigga to sit around feelin’ guilty about some shit, but I could feel it sittin’ in the back of my mind like an uninvited guest.
And still… that pussy was so damn good and tight, it had a nigga replayin’ it in my head like a highlight reel.
Pluto’s pussy was soft, warm and gripped my shit like a fist. It was the type of shit that make you remember exactly how she sounded, how her body moved, how she looked right before she came.
I was tryin’ not to get stuck on the shit, but a nigga would be lyin’ if I said it wasn’t still on my mind.
I shook the thoughts off ‘cause I had moves to make. It wasn’t just about Pluto.
I still had Zaniyah and Toni Roc in the runnin’, and I wasn’t about to half-step when it came to showin’ them I saw them too.
I left my room and went up to their rooms. I knocked once before pushin’ into Zaniyah’s room.
She was still under the covers, her hair all over the place, lookin’ like she wasn’t ready for the day.
“Get up,” I told her. “I got the glam team downstairs waitin’ on you.”
She sat up quick, the sleep leavin’ her face. “For real?”
“Yeah. You gettin’ styled up, hair done, nails done—the whole thing. We steppin’ out later, so get ready.”
Her eyes lit up and she grinned like she was already picturin’ herself walkin’ in somewhere turnin’ heads. “Okay, say less.”
I left her room and went across the hall to Toni Roc’s. She was up, but still in her robe.
“What’s up, big dawg?” she said with a smile.
“What’s up is you need to get up and get movin’. You gettin’ ya hair, nails, outfits, all that shit done. You steppin’ out with me tonight, and I’m not playin’ about it.”
Toni’s smile got bigger. “Oh, we outside tonight? Bet. Lemme get my shit together.”
By the time I went downstairs, the stylists was already unpackin’ their kits and settin’ up stations in the livin’ area.
My barber was on the way, and I had the nail techs pullin’ up right after.
If we was gon’ step out, we was gon’ do it right.
I wasn’t about to have my women walkin’ anywhere lookin’ anything less than perfect.
I checked my phone and hit my barber. Yo, you still on time?
Yeah, pulling up in twenty, he said.
Bet.
When he got there, I sat in one of the chairs by the windows and let him get to work while the stylists worked on Zaniyah and Toni.
I could hear them laughin’ and talkin’ with the glam team, the vibe already pickin’ up.
Zaniyah was in one chair gettin’ her hair pressed and curled, while Toni was gettin’ her wig laid just right.
The nail techs came in not long after, settin’ up their tables, and I watched as both of them picked colors.
Once my cut was clean and sharp, I went upstairs to shower.
The water was hot, the steam fillin’ the room while I washed away the day so far.
When I stepped out, I already had my outfit laid out—black tailored slacks, a silk button-up with the top few buttons left undone to show the ink across my chest, and my freshest designer loafers.
Then, I threw on my pieces—heavy chains, rings, and a watch that caught the light with every move.
Then I hit myself with a couple sprays of Clive Christian No. 1, the scent settlin’ warm on my skin.
When I came back downstairs, they was both ready, and the sight of them had me bitin’ my lip without even thinkin’ about it.
Zaniyah’s hair fell in soft curls down her back, her nails sparklin’ as she adjusted her dress.
Toni’s makeup was flawless, her lips glossed just right, and her fit hugged every curve.
“Damn,” I said, lookin’ between the two of them. “Y’all really showin’ out tonight.”
They smiled, both of them standin’ as I walked over. I handed Zaniyah a bouquet of white roses, leanin’ in to kiss her cheek. “For you.” Then I turned to Toni, passin’ her a bouquet of red roses and givin’ her the same kiss. “For you too.”
They both looked down at the flowers, then back up at me, grinnin’ like they couldn’t hide it.
“Y’all look good as fuck,” I told them, and I meant it. “Let’s go turn some heads.”
We headed toward the door, the sound of our steps echoin’ in the foyer.
The driver was already outside waitin’ with the car doors open.
As we stepped out, I could feel eyes on us from the staff, and from whoever might’ve been passing by.
Tonight was about me and my women, and I was gon’ make sure they felt every bit of the attention they deserved.
I slid into the backseat with them, the flowers restin’ on their laps, and we pulled off into the night.
Velour Heights
When we pulled up to the restaurant, I stepped out first then led Zaniyah and Toni out the backseat.
Velour Heights was lit up in gold tonight, the streets lookin’ like money with every car that rolled past. We were hittin’ Maison Azure , one of the flyest spots on this side of town.
It was the place where the plates came out lookin’ like art, the chefs’ names carried weight, and the bill could make a grown man question his life choices if he wasn’t in the right tax bracket.
They specialized in high-end fusion—fresh seafood flown in from across the globe, prime cuts aged to perfection, and little touches of island flavor that made the whole menu feel personal to Trill-Land.
The valet greeted me like he’d been waitin’ all night just for my arrival.
I had my hand restin’ on Zaniyah’s lower back, guidin’ her inside while Toni walked on my other side, her heels clickin’ against the polished stone steps.
The doors opened, and the warm light from inside wrapped around us.
You could smell truffle butter and fresh herbs the second we stepped in.
The hostess recognized me quick, gave a polite smile, and led us to our table in the back where the privacy was just right.
Once we sat down, I couldn’t lie—the vibe was already good.
I couldn’t stop staring at Zaniyah ‘cause she was glowin’ in this silky deep blue dress, her curls fallin’ just right down her back.
I also couldn’t keep my eyes off Toni and that body-huggin’ black dress that shimmered every time she moved.
It was paired with diamond hoops that caught the light whenever she laughed.
We talked about music, crazy family stories, old jobs, and the dumb shit people do when they get too much to drink.
They ain’t say one word about the mansion, the women, or any of the drama that had been goin’ on, and I liked that.
It felt like I could breathe without bein’ reminded of all the shit I had to deal with back at the estate.
Zaniyah had this calm energy to her that could make a man want to come home at the end of the day and just be still for a minute.
Toni, on the other hand, had that fire. She talked with her hands, her voice animated, and she had me grinnin’ because I never knew what wild shit she was ‘bout to say next. They balanced each other without even tryin’, and while sittin’ here, I could see why they made it this far.
The server came by, and we ordered like we wasn’t worried ‘bout the prices. Zaniyah got the lobster tail with saffron risotto, Toni went for the bone-in ribeye with roasted vegetables, and I had the blackened snapper with a side of garlic mashed potatoes. We shared plates, tried each other’s food, and sipped on wine that cost more than some people’s rent.
But even while I was enjoyin’ myself, my mind drifted.
I kept wonderin’ what this table would feel like if Pluto and Kashmere was the ones sittin’ across from me instead.
I pictured Pluto in somethin’ soft, maybe smilin’ that little half-smile she does when she’s tryin’ not to give too much away.
Then I thought about Kashmere, loud enough to have the whole section lookin’ our way, but doin’ it in a way that made you want to keep lookin’.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be here with Zaniyah and Toni, ‘cause I did. But the truth was, the closer we got to the end, the more I felt the weight of what was comin’.
I had to send two women home soon, and no matter how many times I told myself I could handle it, I knew it wasn’t gon’ be as easy as I made it look.
Zaniyah laughed at some shit I said and touched my hand, and for a second, I pulled myself back into the moment. She deserved that much. Same with Toni, who kept tossin’ me these quick glances between bites, like she was readin’ me without even tryin’.
We finished eatin’, but stayed at the table, sippin’ drinks and talkin’ until the glasses was empty.
I was leanin’ back in my chair, lookin’ at them both, thinkin’ about how each of them could really hold that “Mrs. Mensah” title if I wanted them to.
Neither one of them was here by accident.
Neither one was lackin’ anything that made me second-guess them.
And that made shit even harder, ‘cause I knew no matter who I picked, I was gon’ lose somethin’ valuable when this was all over.
The server dropped the check, and I didn’t even bother lookin’ at it before slidin’ my card over. Money wasn’t the problem. The problem was knowin’ that while I could buy any woman at this table the world, I couldn’t buy myself out of the decision that was waitin’ for me.