Page 28 of A Hood Wife And A Rich Goon

Pinning her to the wall, he breathed heavily on her and pressed his lips against her ear.

“What I tell you this morning, Lotus?” he asked, inhaling the smell of her hair. “There is no way out of this for you. You’re either in, or you’re in. Do you understand that? I don’t care where you go, or what you do. I will find you, and you will always come back to me.” His words came out slow, in a deep grunt like he was gritting his teeth.

Before she could stop him, his hands roamed between her thighs and up to her panties where he squeezed the lips of her pussy together with his thumb and first finger. His tongue swiped her ear, and Lotus never felt so violated in her life. Eyes filling to the brim with tears, she shut them tight when his wet lips sloppily pecked along her neck. He pulled back to attack her mouth, forcing his tongue down her throat.

“You’re fucking crazy!” With all the strength she could gather, Lotus shoved him away.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Evren’s wife suddenly screamed.

“Baby, I…” He nearly broke his neck facing her.

“Your husband is a cheating, controlling, bastard!” Lotus spat.

“Evren, you better start talking right now before I fuck you and her up.”

“She’s been trying to get at me since we hired her, baby.” He lied right through his teeth.

“Your husband pursued me,” Lotus spoke up. “He’s been like a little puppy begging for a treat since I gave him a sample. I told him this morning this shit was done, and now he’s in this hallway, acting like some toddler throwing a tantrum because he saw me entertaining another man.”

“She’s fucking lying!” he roared, throwing an exaggerated finger at Lotus.

With her arms across her chest, Michelle remained pensive, eyes volleying between Evren and Lotus. She didn’t believe a word from either of them. Too many scenarios played in her head. A woman knew when some shit was foul. Before, she could never prove anything. Whatever was between them was subtle, barely noticeable. She’d been trying to find dirt to bury Evren but came up short. There was a clause in her prenuptial agreement. If they were to ever divorce, she got an additional million every year for the number of years they’d been married. The only way that was possible was if there was hard evidence of him cheating.

“I came to use the bathroom. Michael and Emrys are at the front door waiting for you. The valet has already pulled the car around,” Michelle told him, tone icy as hell before an even colder glare landed on Lotus adjusting her dress.

Nodding, Evern quickly glanced at Lotus before stepping toward his wife. She inched closer to his mistress, her shadowy eyes scanning her youthful, perfect face. Raising a hand, she swiftly delivered a smack across her cheek, and Lotus’ knee jerk reaction was to swing back.

Slap!

“Bitch—” Michelle bumped into her purposely and went for Lotus’s throat with both hands. “I will end your fucking life and career. Do you understand that?”

“Fuck you!” Lotus spat, pushing Michelle so hard she stumbled in her heels and tripped over her dress before bumping into her husband waiting behind her. “Your own kids don’t even like you! They prefer me over you any day, just like your fucking husband!”

When she tried to lunge for her again, Evren held her back and positioned himself between them.

“You are fired!” Michelle screamed, still trying to move past Evren, waving an accusing finger at Lotus. “I don’t want to see you ever again!”

Her words stopped Evren, and he pivoted on his heel to face her.

“Hold on, baby⁠—”

“Evren, this isn’t up for discussion. This bitch is toxic. Why would you want her anywhere near our children?” Her piercing eyes canvassed him slowly, awaiting an answer. “Let’s go!”

“Yeah, I agree. It’s best you leave right now before I smear your wife and that Cavalli dress all over this fucking floor,” Lotus threatened.

With one last murderous glare in her direction, Michelle snatched her husband up and fled the hallway, but not before panic shot through his eyes, aimed at Lotus. Good fucking riddance! As much as she was relieved that she didn’t have to put on this façade anymore, Lotus couldn’t help the immediate realization that now she was without a job. By the time she made it to the main floor, the crowd had thinned out. The roman numeral clock on the wall showed that it was almost 10:00 p.m.

This thing should have been dead, but the artist had a lot of potential and made a late entrance, so he was still mingling with other guests and trying to gain more buyers. She had to admit, the collection was beautiful. With minimal art knowledge, she was impressed with the portfolio, although it did seem a little pretentious. She didn’t mind. If people were willing to pay for it, who was she to protest? Lotus took slow strides to the nearly empty bar, making sure Evron and his boring ass wife were gone. Tonight was the first time she’d ever seen any bite behind the bitch.

Sliding onto an empty stool in the middle of the set-up, she waved to the bartender. The blue-eyed blonde woman approached her with a smile. All the staff for the party were all in the same attire, black slacks, a black vest, and a white button up shirt with a gold bow tie to match the rest of the décor.

“What can I get you?”

“Don Julio. Just bring the bottle.” Lotus had her phone tucked near her inner thigh in a holder she purchased online and swiped the screen to check her notifications.

Her mother texted her, which was nothing abnormal because she was always reaching out. Just as she was about to tuck her phone away, another notification came through.

Trick Daddy: This shit ain’t over, Lotus!