Chapter 34
Seven million and Three Queens
After the big proposal, I walked out of Clo’s event.
I knew there was nothing there for me. He was tying the knot, linking himself directly to Mercedes’s family.
I couldn’t really be around my brothers much either, because they were tangled up with the women tied to her side.
And to top it off, Rizz was around, moving like he owned the place, knowing damn well he was with Mercedes now.
Two months ago, I had actually gone by her house to apologize, trying to clear the air.
I pulled up and saw Rizz standing right outside her front door with roses and some other trick-ass things.
I never once bought her flowers when we were together.
It killed me, because I genuinely loved her.
We had been down since high school, through all the rough years.
Seeing her truly move on hit hard. She went back to school and gave that nigga the soft, supportive version of herself that I had been begging her for all those years.
I was deeply hurt, but tonight made me realize I was completely out of pocket. Showing up like that made me look weak. And if I had tried to address it for what it really was, it would have looked even weaker.
I drove back, went inside, and sat heavily on my couch.
Selma was in the kitchen cooking, while Vonvay and Ivory were laying down in the bedroom.
I can’t lie—in some ways, having three women was easier than having one.
We all had our own money. I never complained about Ivory and Vonvay having sugar daddies on the side because at the end of the day, it paid the bills.
Selma didn't care about all that; she just wanted to dance and play housewife.
I’d be lying if I said she wasn’t my favorite.
I popped out with all three because they were mine, but I loved Selma a little more knowing I was the only one she was with.
Life was good. Between the streets and my escort service, I had seven million dollars sitting in my bank account.
For a nigga who came up through the foster system, I felt like I had done well for myself.
I opened a car wash with nothing but bad bitches working, and I had eight escorts making major plays for me.
They knew if they had a problem and I was too busy, Selma, Ivory, or Vonvay could step in and help them out.
That’s why I loved my poly relationship—if I couldn’t fix something, one of my three amazing ladies could.
Selma came out of the kitchen holding a plate of carne asada tacos.
“Hey, papi, have you ate?”
“Yes, I have, beautiful. Just put it in the microwave; I’ll eat it later.”
I watched her hips sway on her petite frame.
She looked amazing. I’ve always liked slim, fine women; Mercedes was my first big girl, and it’s crazy how much weight she lost after we broke up.
Rizz really did get the version of her that I wanted.
But fuck Mercedes. Me, Clo, Trent, Don Mario, and Rizz were supposed to be building a dream team, and I couldn’t let no female get in my way, especially when I had three women at home who jumped when I told them to.
Selma walked over and sat on my lap. I kissed her thin, beautiful lips.
She was my typical Latina baddie—I was usually used to dealing with Black women, and if you ask me, Spanish women definitely liked to argue more.
But I couldn't complain when the money my ladies brought in was so solid.
They were all from different countries, though you’d mistake them for cousins.
When they told me the stories of how they got here, a nigga like me didn't usually cry, but their pasts had me in real tears.
I never forced a woman to do anything she didn’t want to do.
If any of my girls worked in the sex trade before me, it wasn't because I pushed them; they were doing it for themselves, and they only paid me for game and protection.
My hoes were top-notch. I even got my girls into therapy and actually went to the sessions with them.
Vonvay once tried to throw herself off a ledge; even though she wasn't my absolute favorite at heart, I had to show her the most love because she was the one who was broken the deepest.
“You okay, papi? What’s on your mind?” Selma asked.
“Just thinking how can I make you and my other queens' lives better.”
“You’re always thinking of us. What about what you want? You already helped us a lot, papi. We are almost millionaires.”
“It’s never enough when it comes to my ladies. Y’all been through so much; I only want to make y’all happy.”
Just then, Jasmine started calling.
“Wassup, Jasmine,” I answered.
“You coming over tonight, daddy? Let me roll your blunts and fix you something to eat.”
“Selma already did it. She’s always a step ahead.”
Jasmine sucked her teeth on the other end. Down below, Selma had slipped off the seat and was on her knees, taking me in, swallowing deep.
“Shit, Selma, slow down, baby,” I murmured.
“See, you make this hoe feel special, got her claiming you and shit in the club! You don’t even fuck with her like that, you just play with these hoes!” Jasmine spazzed.
“Jasmine, you worried bout the wrong shit. You always worried about who’s getting my dick and not what nigga got some money for you. But since you want to know so bad: Selma is my wife, Vonvay is my baby mama, Ivory is my girlfriend, and yes, all my women are friends.”
I ended the call as I finished up. I got up and walked back to the master suite where we all slept.
We had a three-bedroom setup: my things and Selma’s were in the main room, Vonvay had hers, and Ivory had hers.
They only slept in their separate rooms when they were on their menstrual cycles.
I brushed my teeth, took a quick shower, put on a pair of polo briefs, and crawled into bed between Vonvay and Ivory—it was Selma’s time of the month, so she was in one of the other rooms.
I pulled both Vonvay and Ivory close to me. Vonvay kissed my lips and threw her leg over my waist.
“Papi finally home,” she said.
“I’m always coming home to my babies, I told you.”
Tears suddenly flowed down her face onto my chest. I wiped them away and kissed her, holding her tight until I fell asleep.
I woke up later with my face resting against Ivory.
“Girl, get your man off me,” Ivory told Vonvay.
“Bitch, that’s our man, and if he’s resting on you, that just means he loves you, you’re his peace,” Vonvay shot back.
I burst out laughing. “Damn, Ivory, I thought you loved your man.”
Ivory was a bit of a germaphobe and usually hated bodily fluids, but she always let me go all out with her.
“I do, baby, but this is a lot, daddy. Get up so I can go shower.”
She tried to get up, but I pulled her right back down, kissed her, and she climbed on top of me, slipping her tongue into my mouth.
“Von, drop the drawls and lay down,” I said.
Vonvay got naked and lay right in front of us, rubbing her breasts.
“Ain't she beautiful?” I whispered in Ivory’s ear.
“Yes, I tell her all the time,” Ivory replied.
“Make her feel how beautiful she is,” I told her.
Ivory pushed Vonvay’s legs up and gently licked her clit.
My dick instantly got hard. I pulled Ivory’s underwear aside and sat her down right on my face while she feasted on Vonvay.
I slurped on Ivory like she was the sweet freeze cups we used to get from the candy lady when we were kids, flicking my tongue in and out.
Looking down, I saw Von’s pretty brown eyes staring back at me as she took me in, going down on me while I ate Ivory until she came.
Once Ivory finished, I stood up, bent them both over right beside each other, and slid into Vonvay while fingering Ivory, long-stroking until Vonvay came all over me and collapsed, shaking.
Then I flipped Ivory onto her back and started fucking her hard the way she liked, wrapping one hand around her neck while rubbing her clit.
“Shit, daddy, I’m coming!” she yelled.
She got up on her knees, and I finished on her face, smiling down at her.
“Baby, how come you don’t like messes, but you love my cum?” I teased.
Afterward, we all showered, Selma cooked breakfast, and I headed out to handle business.