Page 34 of A Hood Wife And A Rich Goon

He held the door open for her like a gentleman, and she marched ahead of him to her car without another word. She wasn’t sure what else to even say. Lotus was the type to believe a motherfucker on the initial greeting as to who they were. Second chances usually only gave a person another opportunity to fuck you over.

“What about me? You gon’ call me later too?” Eazy questioned, a teasing smile creeping over his thick lips when he tugged his car door open.

Lotus’s slanted eyes surveyed him looking good before rolling them in annoyance.

“It sounds like you’re a busy man. Besides, I can’t have my mama in my business, so it’s best if we just chop it up to a one-night stand and keep it moving. Have a good day.” She hopped into her car, leaving him tight but unbothered on the outside.

Usually, he was the one being evasive and brushing motherfuckers off. Lotus wasn’t throwing herself at him or begging him to blow her back out again. She was acting like him. It wasn’t his style to sweat a woman over no pussy, though. He could get that without opening his mouth. So, he watched her start her car and back out of the driveway before peeling down the block. When he got in his car, he settled in his seat. He’d rolled a fat blunt earlier when he got out the shower, so he could have his wake and bake after breakfast. Sparking the tip of his cigar, he started his engine, revved it twice, and glanced over his shoulder to reverse onto the street.

Chxrry22 blared through her Air Pods, and Toni twirled, swayed, bent over, and moved her hips and ass to the beat. It was almost 10:00 a.m., and she was getting her workout in before starting her day. Normally, she would be up at the crack of dawn, tending to her family, but they decided to sleep in. So she started her day thinking of herself. In the tight apricot colored backless body suit from Bombshell Sportswear, sweat glistened off her silky skin.

Mirrors surrounded her in the home gym she’d created for herself. After two kids, her body had gone through some changes. She couldn’t be mad at the extra in her ass and breasts since she’d always been so petite. However, she was determined to keep her stomach in check. She didn’t mind the stretch marks because she didn’t have many to begin with. In her eyes, they told a story.

Getting in shape was a work in progress. She was proud of herself after giving birth to Breeze, only to find out she was pregnant with Bijou when he was only nine months old. Needless to say, it slowed her bounce back down. She was pumping breast milk for two kids, and although they were both healthier for it, she could admit that she’d neglected herself. Now, she was focused on her own health, and she didn’t think she looked half bad. With her wavy brown hair pinned up in a messy bun, she took a few deep breaths to cool down with one last glance at herself in the mirror.

“Go, Mommy!” Jou Jou cheered from her daddy’s arms where they hovered in the doorway.

Bull zoned out watching the way she moved. It was sensual and sexy. Toni was typically reserved. She had her goofy moments, laughing and playing with the kids. Watching her in mommy mode was one of the things that comforted him. She did a good job of keeping herself poised around him outside of that. This was her safe space, and obviously she was feeling herself, swaying and twerking effortlessly. He didn’t mean to fuck up her zone, but she hadn’t heard him beating on the door. Bijou didn’t play about her mama, so she was determined to get her attention.

“How long you been standing there?” Toni asked, grabbing a white towel off the ballet bar in front of the mirror.

“I dance too!” Jou Jou clapped her hands and wiggled in her daddy’s arms.

“Long enough. Don’t stop for us.” Bull’s hungry eyes raked over her, half a smile dancing across his lips.

Toni’s chest heaved while she caught her breath. Jou Jou went to dance in the mirror once Bull lowered her from his arms.

“I was just coming up to get them dressed.” Giving him a side eye, she tossed the towel over her shoulder and rested her hands on her hips. “I thought we could take them to the aquarium today. Breeze keeps asking to go.”

Suddenly, she was insecure in front of her own husband. Her relationship with Bull turned into something she didn’t think either of them planned for or expected. When it came to their kids, they shared the same sentiment on their upbringing. Somehow, amid their marriage of convenience, they found some kind of normalcy that neither of them ever had. Sometimes she lay in bed, wondering how they got here. Taking in the ring on her finger at least once a day, she questioned if she made the right decision. All it took was one look into Breeze and Bijou’s happy little faces, and she pushed those thoughts out.

“Breeze is finishing breakfast,” he told her.

“You going somewhere?” she pried, noticing that Bull was also dressed in gray slacks and a white Tom Ford button up shirt.

“I need to take care of a few things at the office. I’m meeting Chai over there,” he confirmed.

Just the mention of her stepsister, and Toni’s eyes shifted to the back of her head, annoyed. It took every ounce of composure she had to keep herself together when he brought up her name. Jealousy coursed through her, but she would never let on to Bull. It was bad enough she found herself in weakened moments with him from time to time. Fragmented memories of them together over the years had her convinced something real existed between them. Like a light switch, Bull could flick that shit off and on, though, confusing the shit out of her.

“Don’t let me hold you up. Come on, Jou Jou. Let’s go have breakfast.” She called for her daughter over her shoulder.

As hard as Toni tried to shield her true emotions from him, Bull was fluent on her. Reading the hurt behind her stare, as usual, he pretended not to care just like she did. Shit went both ways. He didn’t see a reason to wear his heart on his sleeve. Everything he’d done in the time they’d been together was more than proof of what it was. Their daughter waddled in their direction, a perfect mix of both Toni and Bull’s best qualities with wide brown eyes, a button nose, and a heart shaped face.

Pushing past him, Toni reached for her daughter’s hand and led her to the stairs. Bull pivoted, eyes glued to Toni’s cheeks in the bodysuit hugging them as she swayed her hips and marched off. Reaching down to adjust his dick, he shook his head.

Toni moved through the kitchen, slamming cabinets as Bull stepped inside, swiping through his phone. She was pissed, but she was so passive aggressive that she was going to pretend she wasn’t and hit him with one-word responses instead. After setting her daughter up in her highchair, she gave her a bowl of fruit and Cheerios and decided to make herself a smoothie for the day.

“I eat all my food. I ready to go see the fishes!” Breeze hopped up from his little Spiderman table and chair set in the corner.

Bull had already gotten him dressed in his khaki pants and Polo shirt with matching Vapor Maxes.

“Me too!” Jou Jou slapped her hand against the tray of her highchair and stuffed a strawberry in her mouth.

“Daddy has to work. So, it’s just us,” Toni announced, watching the disappointment immediately hit Breeze’s little brown face.

Ironically, he could pass for Bull’s son, being from the same gene pool and everything. Everyone always told her he looked just like his father, and she was never one to deny it. Bull was amazing to her during her pregnancy with Breeze. She was an emotional mess after they got married and lived in a state of guilt. She cried over everything. If he so much as raised his voice at her, she broke down, and it drove him crazy. When he thought she was sleeping, though, he would check on her and rest his hand on her belly. Breeze was so used to his voice that sometimes when he was upset, the only thing that calmed him down was the sound of Bull’s steady tone.

From the day he was born, Breeze was attached. Bull was his father out the gate. Toni went through some serious post-partum. She couldn’t get out of bed; she didn’t want to leave the house. When she stopped wanting to eat or wash her ass, Bull knew something was wrong. He stepped up for Breeze, and she would always be grateful for that. He was all the little boy knew, and Bull couldn’t front, he was his son in every sense of the word. Often, he got quiet watching him. It was in those moments Toni suspected he was seeing the same similarities to Bronx that she did. It was in those times that light switch Toni recognized would flip. She sensed that he held serious disdain for her, and if it weren’t for Breeze, he probably would have gone through with his parents’ request to end her life.