Charlie Jade never thought she'd be a polygamist, let alone someone's 7th wife 🙄, yet here she is... and she loves it.
Story Compilation will include fics written by me for other sisters.
Stories will jump from past to present tense and that's bec...
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“Come with me to Cali. Visit the mansion one time and if you don’t like it, I’ll bring you right back.” It was the third time Erik had asked and every time, a wave of stress would wash over me. If I was a mistress, then let me be a sinner in peace. Hide me in the shadows, don’t parade me through your wives’ domain.
“Wow, you are really pushing this wife thing. What’s wrong with us dating?” Loading the table with our dinner, I set out crab legs, shrimp, cheddar biscuits, and a small salad. To me, dating is preferable. Fall out of love? Just leave. Partner cheat? Walk away. Something doesn’t work out for you? Leave. Why anyone would willingly tie themselves to another person with paperwork was beyond me. “Erik, the concept of marriage is archaic. I mean, why would you even marry six people in the first place when you could’ve just dated them? I don’t get it.” I turn and flinch inwardly because he’s directly and unexpectedly in my face. Everything is quiet and it’s like the world stops as his burning stare eats through me.
“You wanna know why got married, Charlie? Why I did it six times?” The intensity behind his eyes makes me nervous, like I might have actually offended him. “I married six women who I can’t and refuse to live without. I’ve pledged my life and my muthafuckin soul to these women. I am their provider, protector, and biggest supporter. If I die, everything I have will go to them.”
I gulp and he still doesn’t blink. “What do you get, Charlie? You don’t get shit but this dick and that’s when I have the free time to spare. You don’t get my benefits when we’re just dating and trust me, you want them. Being married can increase your wealth 16% in a year. 500% when you’re married to me.”
“It could also shorten my lifespan and increase my already high stress levels as an American black woman. Do you care?”
“You wanna live forever or you want this money?”
“Think about what you just asked me and tell me if that’s a question worth answering.” He knew that was a dumb question.
“You making this more complicated than it has to be. Just meet my family. You my therapist ain’t you? They deserve to meet you.”
“Do they wanna meet me?”
“I talk about you all the time. They know you’re coming eventually. Besides, they know I be confiding in you, they just don’t know I tell you everything.. so tread slow with that when you get.”
“Confidentially is key with me.” I take my cloth napkin and shake it out dramatically, folding it in my lap. Ugh. I can feel a headache coming. Rubbing my temples, I close my eyes to think and reflect. This entire relationship is a ‘fuck you’ to the Code of Ethics and I’m still talking about confidentially. He’s like an addiction and I can’t decide whether or not it’s healthy for me. I look up and I can see him staring, the request still burning. His eyes are pleading.
“FINE! Fine, I’ll go.”
“That’s all I wanted,” he grins grabbing the crab legs. It’s like his energy has shifted into something lighthearted and joyful. I can’t even feel bitter or annoyed because he’s smiling and that look that he has is something contagious.
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He was proud of his jet. It was a beautiful jet! Luxurious, big, clean.. The perfect place for me to join the mile-high club. I cemented my membership three times before the plane landed. The ride cross country was much shorter than it would’ve been had we flown commercial. After landing, we took a car and rolled up to a gate which led to a mega-property. A mansion. From the parking garage, there was an elevator and the doors opened into a scene rivaling the most beautiful timeshare. “Whoa,” was all I could muster. There was a large living room.
“HENNESSY! ALY'SHA! RYLEY! ANGEL! HOMIE! KIMORA! GET Y'ALL ASSES IN HERE,” he yells, his bracelet picking up the sound like a transmitter. Within minutes, six women appear, stopping short to stare. The tiny light bright looks like she wants to snap my neck. Angele has an expression that reads standoffish in the most aggressive way. The last one looks me up and down like I’m intruding. I could kill Erik. It looks like they’re caught off guard. He grabs my hand tugging me forward and then rests his large arm around my waist causing eyebrows to raise.
“This is Charlie,” he says firmly. Thankfully realization strikes and their faces relax. The third one waved a dismissive hand, releasing a small relieved sigh and the small first spoke up.
“Okay, so you’re Charlie. We were expecting you. N'Jadaka doesn’t shut up about his beloved therapist. No offense.”
“Be nice, Henny,” Erik raises a brow.
“So you’re trying to marry into our family,” Angele stares, holding a hand up to Erik to keep him from interjecting. Her diamond ring is blinding as she angles it forward purposely. “What exactly do you know about us, Miss Jade?”
A lot. I’m starting to piece together who is who based on the personalities. They’re just as Erik described.
“Erik’s said nothing but good things about you all. I hope he’s offered me that same kindness.”
“Mmmm. Well, Erik doesn’t have the final say over whether you join this house or otherwise,” Kimora says stepping up and snapping her fingers. She circles me before stopping in front and looking back to the others. “She’s cute, I guess.”
“Either way, anyone wanting into Daddy’s heart or into this family gotta get through us,” Ryley shrugs. Erik bends down to whisper in my ear and I turn nervously to grab his arm before he can walk away.
“Just be yourself,” he smiles squeezing my chin before eyeing everyone in the room. “Have fun!” With a chuckle, he disappears down a hall and I’m left with six women who surround me.
“So, Charlie..” Hennessy smiles, “You like animals? We got tigers if you wanna see them.”
“As long as you don’t sick them on me just to get get rid of me? Hell yeah,” I snort following them outside into the yard where there is an enclosure. “I’ve always loved cats of every size. Two of my best friends are cats. One, a black housecat and two, a gentle tiger. We have an understanding.” Their tigers are beautiful and resting like lazy overgrown kittens. There’s a snow white one that steals my heart, but it also has claws that could take my life. “..I’m serious y'all.. Just ask if you want me to leave…,” I smile nervously and Aly'sha chuckles.
“That one’s mine. Completely harmless.”
“Oh okay,” I breathe. The group starts to chuckle and soon everyone’s laughing.
“You’re really nervous,” Angele smiles.
“Tryna make a good impression,” I admit.
“Relax. We already like you,” Homie deadpans. It’s the first time she’s spoken to me.
