Page 23 of A Hood Wife And A Rich Goon

Shooting a slicing stare in his direction, she watched him sling his bag over his shoulder. Eazy stomped up the staircase and slammed the door to his room behind him. He tossed his bag on the full-size bed inside the room he spent most of his life in. Dropping his head, he placed both hands over the back and took a couple of deep breaths. The walls were already starting to feel like they were closing in. He didn’t have many options on hitting a lick. With no crew, shit was even more of a risk than it was before.

Lifting his head, his eyes landed on a photo beside the bed on a table. It was him, Bull, Bronx, and Oracle; taken on the basketball court when they were in the eighth grade. Lined up on a bench together, with Oracle holding the ball in his lap, they all stared back into the camera with lopsided smiles filled with mischief. Days later, their innocence was a memory, and goons were born.

“Lotus, my mama said she wish the ground would open up and swallow you in it,” Little Emrys Wakefield told Lotus Bailey while she moved around their very large, pristine kitchen.

It was your typical Friday morning, and she arrived about thirty minutes ago. Your mama is a bitter, middle-aged, bitch. Lotus’s thoughts got the best of her as she washed dishes at the sink from the breakfast they’d finished eating. Instead, she laughed and shook her head.

“I told her that was mean. You’re nice to me and Michael and take good care of us. So, who would do that if you were in the ground?” Emrys wondered, causing a smile to curve Lotus’ lips.

This was a very perceptive little girl. Michelle Wakefield hated anything that still had youth or any kind of vibrance. Including her own daughter. She’d made several backhanded comments about the little girl since Lotus started working for them. For the last year, she’d been the nanny for the seven-year-old and her ten-year-old brother. With a degree in childhood psychology and not wanting to work in daycares or preschools, she ended up snagging this position off word of mouth from a friend at school.

Lotus came from a world where they didn’t know shit about nannies, trust funds, summer vacation homes, or none of that shit. Her parents worked hard, but it was just enough to get them by and not somewhere on the corner, begging for crumbs. She came from humble roots, and her folks were good with saving money so she and her brother never had to go without. Jasiel had two kids now, and although Lotus loved her nieces to death, being a parent wasn’t on her bucket list.

Cynara and Clover were part of the reason she chose the major she did when she went to school, though. She loved working with children; she just wasn’t sure she could commit to having any of her own. She saw firsthand with her own parents that it damn sure takes two to raise them. Taking care of Emrys and Michael was easy. Dealing with their parents was an entirely different story.

“Daddy’s home!” Evren Wakefield’s voice echoed off the high ceilings inside their five-bedroom home as the front door slammed shut.

Going rigid, Lotus removed the rubber gloves from her hands after she was done draining the dishwater and wiping the excess water from around the sink. Even footsteps padded in her direction, and Emrys lit up when she spotted her handsome father strolling into the room. His Brooks Brothers suit was custom, and his loafers were shiny enough to see yourself in. Sliding up beside his daughter, he knelt to kiss her forehead gently.

“Hi, Daddy!” She perked up in her seat.

“How you doing, baby girl?” His deep baritone greeted her, making her smile.

Evren was in his forties, and fine as hell. He took very good care of himself, working out a couple times a week, running five miles every other day, and sparring in his spare time. His rich, toasted brown skin had a glow that could make the most confident woman envious, and his warm, hazel-green eyes usually reflected lust, especially when they danced over Lotus. She turned, and he canvassed her curves, tongue swiping hungrily across his lips. Evren was a pretty boy with an edge. It was the best way to put his personality into words. His family came from money, so he never knew what it was like to be without it or not get what he wanted.

“Hello, Lotus.”

“Mr. Wakefield.” She enunciated his name slowly and professionally, perusing him in the deep charcoal gray suit and turquoise silk shirt.

His beard was perfect for his angular shaped face, crowding around his full pink lips to give them just enough attention. The roots of his low-cut fade were dark, but the juicy curls on top were a golden blonde. It contrasted well with his bushy, thick brown brows.

“Where’s your mama, baby girl?” Evren questioned his daughter.

She brought her cup to her lips and sipped the last of her orange juice.

“She said she was going to get pampered and take herself shopping,” Emrys replied, swinging her little legs over her bar chair.

“Okay. Why don’t you go upstairs and read a book until it’s time for Lotus to drop you off at school?” Evren suggested.

“Okay!” Emrys eagerly leaped down and scurried out.

Her father rounded the counter once she was gone as Lotus prepared to strut by him, her floral aroma teasing his nose and making his dick hard. He eased his arm around her waist, pulling her back into his chest and nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck. Inhaling, he got high off her scent and teasingly bumped into her from behind.

“I miss you,” he muttered, peppering kisses along her neck and gripping both hips.

Spinning her so that she could face him, he attacked her mouth. Lotus’s arms fell across his shoulders, and he picked her up and sat her on top of the island where his daughter sat not long ago. Parting her legs with his six-foot one frame, his big hands roamed her soft figure, pausing at her breasts and squeezing them eagerly before reaching for her pants and unbuttoning them.

“Evren,” Lotus whispered, eyes closed while her clit pulsed in anticipation.

He continued to kiss and lick along her flesh, ready to rip through the fabric of his slacks.

“We can’t⁠—”

“Shhh, just give me five minutes,” he whispered against her lips, forcing his over hers in a sensual kiss that immediately turned nasty.

Their tongues swiped anxiously against one another, and his thick fingers pulled at her pants until they were at her ankles. He pushed her panties aside so he could slide into her snug, wet center. The minute her tight walls suctioned him in, his lips parted in bliss.

“Fuck!” Biting his bottom lip, he pushed into her until she reached the base of his dick.