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Chapter Six|| Monogamy is Overrated

Onika
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Whoever was calling me, was adamant about pulling me from the deep slumber I was in. The phone hadn't stopped ringing, and when I thought it had, it began again. Stretching my arm out across the bed in search of it against my cold sheets, I groaned at how painful the task alone was. It felt like I'd been lifting boxes again. Locating my cell phone, I swiped the bar over and placed it on speaker.

"Hello."

"Whew girl," Ayesha spoke loudly. "Your voice is deep as hell right now. You must've sucked dick real good last night."

If she only knew.

I yawned and cleared my throat. "Whatever. Why are you calling so early?"

"Early? Sis, it's almost one in the afternoon. You don't have to work today?"

"No. Today's my off day. I worked a double yesterday, that's probably why I'm tired."

Raven smacked her lips. "No. That's not why. What'd you and Robyn do last night? I came by to pick up a pair of heels and saw her car in the driveway. Wait! Is she still there?" she asked trying to whisper.

I squeezed my legs together and inwardly groaned. She'd left earlier this morning; I do recall that. Robyn fuck me so well last night and early this morning, waking me up to some superb head that made me wonder if she or Beyoncé wanted to compete.

After that, she fucked me sideways all while she whispered nastily in my ear making me cum all over her dick again. It was the lazy morning sex that pits you right back to sleep.

Last night was more than sex though. At least that's what it felt like. Robyn showed me a different side of her after round two. She cooked me fish cakes and macaroni pie, we talked about her upbringing ,and how she and Beyoncé went into business together before watching a movie.

She wasn't all just dick and massages, though both were equally amazing. We connected beyond the flesh on what I considered a friend level. Robyn wasn't stingy with advice either.

I mentioned something about wanting to start my own magazine, and she was all ears, ready to connect me to the right people. When I brought the idea up to Safaree months ago, he blew me off as if I wouldn't be able to do it which hurt my little feelings, but I was over him and all his bullshit. They -whoever the hell they were -said to get over someome, get on top of another. Or was it under? I liked riding honestly.

Either way, I got two women to make me feel good and not just sexually.

"No, she left this morning. Esh," I whined, thrashing my legs around under the cover.

"Oh, Lord. You like her, don't you? I'm trying to tell you. That first piece of single dick will have you losing your mind. Technically, this is your second piece... but you see where I'm going here." I snickered and sighed.

"I do like her. The thing is, I like Beyoncé too. I know this wasn't supposed to happen, but they're both equally career-driven, strong, BPW, attentive, respectful women who cater to my body in ways I only fantasized about. Am I a hoe for wanting to date them both?"

"Absolutely not, and fuck whoever thinks so. Men date more than one woman all the time, but since he's a "man" it's okay. Society will ruin a good thing if you let it; don't let it. Do you boo, or let them do you," she laughed, and I shook my head. "As long as they treat you good respect your feelings, and care about your well-being as a woman and their partner I wouldn't let it stress me. You should sit them down and tell them how you feel."