Tamika's Mistress Book 1

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"Tamika Rolando. Bring your ass down here!" exclaimed father. Loud thumps came up the stairs like a lion catching his prey.

"OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR, TAMIKA!" ordered father. I sat on my bed cleaning my knife. Rich metallic blood dripped on my bed staining my clean grey sweat pants.

"Shae..." I muttered under my breath. Your eyes are like the deep ocean full of secrets but yet so graceful.
"When will I meet you again, "I whispered.

Last night, it was stormy as I sat alone at the Grande Casino bar. I had won four matches against some chicks. The room was full of ashy smoke and dust from the men and fast gossip from the woman. The bets were on 4 competitors. I decided to compete tonight since I was in the mood to release some stress
I won 150$ from beating Chantel Kris. Her sharp sight caught me out of hand like her stance was graceful but sharp like a cheetah yet I seem to beat that dumbass. Most of these people bet on her or Sofia Mclains. Sofia Mclains is questionable due to the point she takes steroids for muscle growth. I sat next to the bartender who was doing orders for two men. The bartender is Michael Moore. He is also my financial assistant at work.
" Tams!" yelled the dumbass.
Chantel came walking up to me with a small towel around her neck. Sweat dropped her face as she wiped them off. As I said, she was a cheetah. Fast and feisty.
"Let's go again, please. I think I can beat your fat ass." She asked. Rapidly she was already drinking soda. Her weakness is alcohol. One-shot and she is already removing her shirt.
"At least I have one," I replied. I stirred my drink with my straw and raked my hair. This chair felt unbalanced.
"Moore. Ask McCartney to order better chairs. This chair is an ass." I ordered.
"Fair enough. I heard there are new competitors this year." Dumbass was always jealous of the newbies. They were so strong and fit.
"There are more males than females this year. Ooh. I saw a hot guy. His name is Luca."She stated. Her dark skin shone by the luminous bright lights of the bar. She is such a big man simp. The point is that she has never dated.
I looked around the room as Kris spoke to me. Her chit-chatting is so much sometimes.

" A new female competitor began this year. They call her the dove. She wears a bright white mask. I think her eyes are..."

"..blue." I met her eyes. They were a deep-set blue like diamonds. Beautiful and erratic. Her white mask covered half her face but her eyes carved a chill down my back.

"How do you know?. Oh, there she is! Hey Dove!"Kris waved her hand so widely like a fan to Dove who came walking to us.
" Shut up Dumbass.Kris.Chantel.Ssh!"I covered her mouth from continuing to talk. Just by speaking, she can destroy a whole city but yet she can't beat me.

Moore walked up to me.
"Boss. You're up next." Announced Moore in my ear.
Thank God
Like a cat catching her prey, I got off my chair and headed to the change rooms. I tried to remove my Black dress gifted to my father. His rules are" indoor bro outdoor hoe" basically meaning I can dress masculine at home and outside the house, I have to dress feminine. I am so tired of him.
I couldn't reach the zip and asked someone on the right to help unzip it.
"Ahh. Help Please?" I begged.
"Sure." Her voice was gentle but stern like a gentle stream. I moved closer to her and she zipped open the dress for me.
"Thank you so much." I moved closer to my locker which was the only black locker displayed on the corner of the room. I took some bandages, deep heat, a black sports bra, and shorts. I felt comfortable around the stranger for some reason. I stayed in my corner just in case and turned away from her. I remove the dress, standing only in underwear and a sports bra. I put on my pants and tied my short-cut hair into a high pony. Father judged me on my hair choice.
"Shit" I need help putting on my bandages. I turned around and my cheeks go red.
"You need help?"
I nodded.