Bouquet of Rose's

The Rules to the Game

Dorinda

I stretched my limbs, as my eyes peeled themselves open.
"Oh shit!" I screamed, rolling away from the person standing on the Left side of the bed. The woman wasn't too close, but I had no idea I wasn't alone.

She didn't say a word at my outburst, and simply smiled at me. "Good morning. Shall I prepare your bath." She greeted sweetly, as I sat up in the massive bed. "Millaa!" I called out nervously. Eyeing the oddly dressed lady. She came bursting in the room, wrapped in a silk robe.

"You alright!" She answered breathlessly. Her eyes darting around the room before they fell on me. I nudged my head towards the woman still quiet smirking by the bed. ShaMilla relaxed, propping a hand on her hip. "Leave us." She ordered, shooing the lady away with her free hand.

The lady said nothing, just nodded, and left without a word. Milla crawled on the bed to me. She pulled me into her once she was close. "Don't tell me your scared of the help." She teased in my ear.

I intertwined our fingers, looking at her over my shoulder. "Im not afraid. I just didn't expect to wake up with a stranger in my face, asking to wash my ass." I snapped as she giggled behind me.

"I'm the only one waxing that ass girl." She laughed, making me move out her embrace. The covers fell from my body, as I got out the bed. My lace bra and thong, accented my curves and I knew she was watching me.

"This is so different." I mumbled mostly to myself. ShaMilla had money money. So much that I had to say it twice. She claimed not to have a home, but this mansion was clearly more than just that.

We got in pretty late, and I hate to say my sleepy ass didn't really pay attention to us getting here. All I knew was that every room had a purpose, and was decorated with such prestige. I wanted to ask her who furnished this place, but there was more important questions I rather have answer to.

"How come you don't live here?" I asked, looking over my shoulder. ShaMilla remained nonchalant as she shrugged. "Why would I?" She replied plainly. "My money is always available. I don't have to see it, to know it's there."

"I know, but you could easily stay here and never leave." I replied somberly. Milla shrugged, seeming uncomfortable now. I tilted my head as I watched her wipe away her emotions. "Yes, but how would I've met you." She countered, smirking now. I shook my head.

How could I take her words seriously, when she just switched like that. "Mhmm sure." I muttered walking off. "Dorinda." She called as I walked into the bathroom. I heard her soft padding, following behind me. "What's wrong now?" She sighed, folding her arms behind me. I looked at her through the mirror over the sink.

"Why bring me here if you don't want to talk about yourself." I muttered, seeing her watching me. "It's a simple question, and you can't never just answer me." ShaMilla stood there for a moment before walking off. "Get dressed, were leaving in 20." She stated.

I shook my head, but went ahead and got myself together. I dressed lightly, I wasn't really in the mood to stunt. Seattle weather was a fickle thing, so I made sure my clothes wasn't too thin. Still, I looked good in all white. I added my black open heels, and went to find ShaMilla.

I almost jumped out of my skin, seeing the same woman from before. She ignored my motions and simply lead the way. She kept distance, walking ahead. I gazed around my luxurious surroundings. Not seeing a single picture mounted, but more rather Tapestries. They belonged in a museum undoubtedly, but not in a home.