Page 32 of A Hood Wife And A Rich Goon

“Ma, I’m grown,” Lotus declared, following Kissa into the house, both toting armfuls of groceries.

Eazy was stuck. There was no fucking way. Slowly, he turned in his chair. Lotus nearly dropped the brown bags in her arms when she saw him sitting there.

“You are still my damn daughter, Lotus. I was worried, okay. This city is full of vultures. You could have at least texted back and said you were okay,” Kissa chastised.

“I was fine.” Lotus’s eyes remained on Eazy.

He swallowed and reached for the glass of orange juice poured for him.

“Well, I didn’t know that,” Kissa argued, getting in her face.

“I was at this art premiere over at the Hellum Gallery. Jewel was there, and so was he.” Lotus aimed her stare at Eazy.

“You know my son?” Surprise lit up Kissa’s eyes, and she turned to Eazy with lifted brows.

“Me and Jewel go way back.”

“Hmm, him and his secrets. He’s always up to something or into something,” Kissa muttered, giving Eazy another once over.

“I’m going to get the rest of the bags from the car.” Lotus peeled her gaze from the man in front of her who suddenly had no words.

“I can help,” he offered, standing with his six-foot frame towering over her.

“Thank you, Ezekiel.” Kissa smiled and removed items from the bag, one by one.

Following her out the door, her hips and plump ass in her wide leg cargo jeans drew his gaze downward as she stomped toward the little Honda Civic parked behind his car. The trunk was still open, and he saw that there were about four more bags left. When he stepped up to reach for them, he could feel the hole she lasered in him.

“Small fucking world, I guess,” Lotus addressed the obvious.

Gripping two bags in each hand, he peered down, dick swelling as he recalled all her sex faces when he was inside her. His tongue swiped across his lips, and Lotus remained with her hands resting on her hips. She was determined to have an attitude after how he left her, but he was making that shit hard the longer he stared her down.

“I didn’t know ya mama worked here, aight.”

“But you did know Jewel was my brother and left me alone inside your place of employment like some jump off,” she concluded, brows knitting together.

“I set an alarm for you.” Now he felt like shit for doing her like that.

“How courteous.” She narrowed her eyes, gaining a chuckle from him as he shook his head.

“And I left you my number,” Eazy responded. “You Jewel’s sister though, shorty. Now you also my grandparent’s caretaker’s daughter.”

“You know what I’m not? Some needy ass little bird, Eazy. You think I was expecting some fantasy of being your girl or some shit? It was sex. I mean… yeah, it was good⁠—”

“No lie,” he agreed, eyeing her erect nipples through the tight baby tee that exposed her ripped stomach.

“But that’s all it was. So, you can relax. I ain’t that thirsty.”

She closed the trunk and started back toward the house with Eazy taking up the rear. Kissa finished putting things away when they entered together.

“Lo, did you get the heavy cream?”

“Yes, Ma. It’s in there somewhere. I gotta go. Daddy and the girls are waiting for me.” Lotus paused at the counter.

Eazy set the bags down, and her mother stepped up to sift through everything to make sure she wasn’t missing a thing from the list she texted her.

“How are things going with the Wakefields?” Kissa queried.

“They’re going.” Lotus shrugged, and Eazy sensed the shift in her tone as her eyes wandered to the ground.