A/N: Thanks for reading this book, voting, and commenting! I love you all! Since we reached 300K here is another bonus chapter. But...well, just read it. Enjoy!

SHAY HAMILTON-GOLDWYN

I never loved my husband.

No, let me take that back. I was not in love with my husband when we got married. It was just convenient for me to get married. I was pregnant, it was his, why not marry my child's father. Love had nothing to do with it.

Money did.

My husband, Elmer Scott Goldwyn, was filthy rich. Born from money and had a job that paid even more money. That is what attracted me to him enough to date him, enough to sleep with him, and enough to purposely get pregnant. Everything went as planned.

I needed to be that rich bitch and Elmer was mine for the taking.

I did not care about sex back then. Money stacked into my bank account gave me all the orgasms I needed.

I was twenty-four, not working any real job that paid bills and lived at home with my parents because of the lifestyle I wanted. I could not afford the condo I deserved with what I made and my parents' house was huge. I still needed all designer clothes and handbags, the Manolo Blahniks and Prada shoes, Gucci suits, and every Louis Vuitton bag and luggage set I could find. I owned a brand new Mercedez Benz thanks to my daddy. Even though I worked and lived at home, my daddy made sure I had all the extra money I needed.

Like LL Cool J said, I like my Fendi bag and my bad attitude. Deal with it.

I had to look the part to catch the man I wanted. My older sister Angel had me by an inch, but I was still considered tall at five feet nine inches. Just as slim as her, we could wear the same clothes. We have the same complexion as well, taking after our mother, a medium brown with red undertones. My natural hair was long and full, but it was rarely seen when I spent big bucks on a good sew-in every four weeks. I considered it a protective style, it helped my hair to grow.

Make-up is always flawless. Angel may have her following with her "outfit of the day," but I built a social media following with my make-up tips and my many changes in hairstyles. I received plenty of compliments on my looks because I looked good! I knew I could have any man I wanted.

Despite what my sister thinks, I like Black men. No rich, eligible ones were swinging my way at the time. Since I could care less what my millionaire looked like, I took him in any flavor of the rainbow. He just had to be a few things.

One, rich! Seven figures or more with high numbers.

Two, willing to give it all to me.

That's it, that's all. Really not that big of a deal because most rich men did not mind spreading the wealth. If they had enough of it, why not.

While I did not necessarily think Elmer was hot, that did not matter. He took care of me, gave me everything I wanted, and more. He fell in love with me so easily and when I told him I was pregnant of course he quickly proposed. I did not want my parents to know I was already pregnant so I planned a quick wedding.

They were not dumb. Clarissa and Edward Hamilton were two of St. Louis' top criminal attorneys. That meant they were smart and keen on detail. And could count the months since my daughter Dahlia was born six months after the wedding. They didn't care long as I was happy, but I still had an image to maintain.

I had two best friends. My sister Angel, and my sorority line sister Dominque. I did not tell my sister everything, but Dom knew all my secrets. We were two of a kind. Hot chicks that loved rich men. Dominque still tried to get on my level. She dated plenty of rich men, none fell for her enough to make it to the altar.

"I might have to settle for an Elmer-type dude," Dominique complained while we lounged out by the pool at my house.

"What the hell does that mean?"

"You know, a square guy. No excitement. He ain't blowing out yo back sis, and that's a no for me. I need a roughneck fella in the bed."

I was not my sister, nor was Dominique.

Dom, was what they called "high-yellow," extremely light-skinned, with a few freckles on her face, light brown eyes, and long curly brown hair. She was not bi-racial, both her parents were Black and Blacker. Drop-dead gorgeous, flawless face, with heart-shaped kissable lips. Some insecure women could not handle Dominique's beauty, but never her. We were fast friends soon as we met fifteen years ago when I first pledged into my sorority.

Beauty was not enough in her case. She was engaged three times and now at thirty-five, she was about to lose it. She did not want kids so she couldn't pull my trick. I had nothing for her. Men on our level were few and far between.

I'm thirty-five now as well. Three kids and have been married to my husband for over ten years. I had fallen in love with him over time because he was a great guy. Hardworking, a good father, doted on me and still gave me everything I wanted. He would send me off on vacation by myself if I complained about doing nothing, or let me hang out with my best friend at all hours of the night sometimes.

I was something else when I had a little liquor in me. The freak came out. I became a sex goddess.

Too bad Elmer could not fulfill my wildest dreams in the bedroom. Though I did fall in love with him, the sex...well, on a scale of one to ten, a two. I needed a ten, and I'm talking inches.

So when I was out, and drunk and the sex goddess came out, I might have done some things a time or two. I lie...a dozen times or more.

My favorite place to play was a strip club called Sextacy on the Illinois side. On Ladies' Night, there were the most beautiful, sexy men on stage. I always came equipped with a stack of twenties and paid some guy's rent.

And the dick...the amount of dick-swinging...and for a fee, I could sample it. I liked to suck big dick and Elmer could care less about head. I wanted a big, black dick in my mouth and nutting in my face. I wanted them to fuck my face like they wanted my throat to become pregnant. I liked two in one.

Yeah, don't get me drunk. I forgot I was married and let the freak flag fly.

But no one knew about my secret escapades, I could not tell my sister, I could not tell my best friend. And I damn sure did not want my husband to find out. After a night of Sextacy getting stretched open by big dicks, I always complained I was not in the mood for sex a few days after. Not that he noticed since we only had sex maybe once a week anyway.

Why did I stay married?

Money, and I did love him now. We had a family. I was not built to be a single mother. But I was not made to have boring sex for the rest of my life. Something had to give.

Then it happened.

I met him.

And my life changed ever since.

A/N: Sorry! That is all. I'm debating giving Shay her own novel. Hard to do because one, she is unhappily married but Elmer is a good guy. And two, all of you HATE her. Of course, I would have her go through the same changes as Angel...but Shay feels like a lost cause.

Notice the crossover with Sex Empire? Intentional. She may pop up over there. 😈