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marrying my parents’ business investor’s daughter, our family would’ve been starved out a long time ago. I’d been groomed since birth to be the perfect man: educated, professional, and successful. And my wife has been groomed in the exact same way. It was called keeping it in the family.
    Marie was okay with the arrangement, being able to plan the most lavish fairytale wedding since first reading “Cinderella,” but the man in me had become bored having to stick to the routine. I was dying for excitement, desperate for a thrill, and tired of the mundane dullness that had become us. The only reason I’d knocked her up with the twins in the first place was to secure my position to always be around. I’d known since before the day we got married that I was a true Schultz man with the same disturbing desires.

Chapter Five
    Slamming then locking the steel security door, the bouncer signaled the club was clear and it was time for money countdown. I’d been dancing my ass off all night plus J.T. had tipped me hella cash so all of my pertinent bills could be paid. People frowned on the lives of dancers, but in one hard day’s worth of work, I was about to afford what my living expenses were for the month. Fuck quitting, I was just getting started! Hopefully Mr. Moneybags had all intentions of using my cell number as promised so I could secure future financial strains. The knot in his pocket in addition to the charge cards I saw when he whipped out his leather wallet let me know he was a cash cow.
    Frank was already running the money machine as his right-hand man rubber banded each hundred dollar stack. Every girl in here should’ve been eating steak and lobster from twerking tonight from the looks of it. Even Dolly was peeling back twenties from tips men left on top of their tabs. Looking up, giving me a half-ass nod, I rolled my eyes with the same “bitch, I don’t give a fuck attitude,” keeping it moving toward the DJ booth. I hadn’t forgotten about Dazz’s request, plus I had to make payout to him for the night. I didn’t know what the other dancers did to stay right with the men who made the club run like a well-oiled machine, but I kept the bouncers, DJs, and even Frank in my back pocket by making money and tipping well.
    â€œWhat up, my baby? What’s the star dancer of Bare Faxxx about to get into?” Unplugging the mixers and subwoofers, Dazz was moving swiftly through the compacted space, packing up so he could get out of here.
    â€œNot much of nothing. You already know I’m about to head to the crib to get fried.” Pulling out the crisp fifty I was tipping him, he pushed it back toward me before I could drop it into his cup.
    â€œNaw, Butter baby, you straight on that. What you can do is feed ya mans.” Rubbing his stomach, staring at me with a smile, I knew he must’ve been drunk, high, or both thinking I got down in the kitchen. The only thing I knew how to make was a top-shelf alcoholic beverage. “Let’s ride the isle, blow a blunt, and smash some Big Boy before you call it a night. I ain’t seen you hit the kitchen all night!”
    He must’ve read my mind about cooking and it was obvious he’d kept an eye on my moves, too. Feeling my stomach grumble right on cue, I figured the after-hours company would be nice. At least I’d have a backup plan already in motion if ol’ boy didn’t come thorugh. “As a matter of fact, I am starvin’ like Marvin. Some bacon, cheesy eggs, and hash browns would set a sista up straight right about now!” Now the one rubbing my stomach, so caught up in the hustle I’d forgotten to get nourishment. I could almost taste the food!
    â€œSista my ass.” He laughed. “You say shit like that and have the nerve to wonder why Isis and these other girls run around here ready to knock your head off. The only thing sista about you is those