Page 85 of Range
I pressedthe note against my chest as I looked up toward the ceiling. The rush that came along with Mr. Blackwood was exactly what my body craved.
Stimulation.
I needed it. I had to have it.
My fingers tapped the screen of my phone, pulling up the message I shared with my sisters. FaceTime was initiated immediately. The gorgeous faces of women began to appear one after the other.
“Hi, baby.”
“Hey.”
“Hi everyone.”
“Pack your best swims, ladies. We’ve been given a yacht to explore the waters.”
“From who?”
“Compliments ofJosiah Blackwood.”
“Sounds like he has a big wood,” Roulette purred.
“Indeed,” I agreed.
“It looks like you’re already on the waters–” Rome began.
“I am, baby, but I’m going to have this thing turned around to come back and get you all. I’ll head for the shore in an hour.”
“We’ll be waiting when you get there.”
Striped pajamas coveredevery body in the room. Hair was pinned back by silk scarfs. Hair was pinned up by hair clips. Under eye patches were underneath every lid. Korean masks were on every face, melting into our skin.
“And then he goes, “I’m beginning to understand. You don’t want children because you don’t care to give up your spot in your world as the main character. You don’t want a fucking baby, because you are the baby.” And I’m just sitting there thinking, men are hardly equipped with two brain cells, if any at all.
“Because there isn’t a thingbabyabout me. My pussy grown and big. My money grown and big. My mouth grown and big. My accounts grown and big. My lifestyle is grown and big. Baby, I don’t give a fuck about sucking a bottle. I want to suck some dick. Preferably one that’s grown and big, too!”
Tears poured from my eyes as I listened to Roulette speak. There was never a dull moment around her.
“Rou, please.” I begged.
“I’m saying!”
“He’s kind of right, though,” Rather chuckled.
“Right my ass. I have Malaya. She’s the main character in everybody’s story. Yours,” she said, looking over at Malaya’s birth mother, “Mine, Israel’s. Rome’s. Rather half of the time. And, she even gets to pull your arm sometimes, Range.”
“That’s my girl,” I chuckled, “She is a good girl. She can yank our arms if she wants to.”
“She’s no bother at all,” Rome admitted. “She’s like– a little sister. I’ve never had one of those.”
She hadn’t. Rome was the baby.
Until Malaya.
“I’ve been reconsidering my life long dream of being a mother, too,” Rome confessed.
All eyes shifted in her direction. This was news to us all. And, my heart broke a little inside as she revealed more.
“Aside from the fact that I want to enjoy Saint for as long as I can without complicating our lives, let’s be honest, girls. It’s pretty hard to live the life you imagine when children are involved. Then, your life becomes about them.
