Page 66 of A Hood Wife And A Rich Goon

“If she has a job, why would she come work here?”

“I don’t know. Could you get her number for me, so I can talk to her? I’ll invite her out to lunch or something, and we can chat.”

“Yeah. I’ll hit Eazy.” Bull exhaled and brought the joint to his lips again.

“Eazy?” Toni glanced at him over her shoulder and hiked a brow.

Bull locked eyes with her and nodded before giving her the weed back.

“Why not Jewel? He’s her brother. Is there something going on with Lotus and Eazy?” Toni guessed.

“Got me in here pillow talking and shit,” Bull muttered. “Don’t mention it around Jewel. He don’t know, and I don’t know. Hell, I don’t think they know what the fuck is going on either.”

“Mmm. I know how that goes.” Toni gripped the joint between her fingers and lifted it to her lips.

Bull wrapped her in a hug and nuzzled her neck before giving her a few soft pecks.

“I learned not to force shit. When it happens, it happens. Eazy lost a piece of himself when Niva died, too, though. He never really got to deal with it, but now he met somebody, and it’s going to force him to come to grips with what he lost to make room for what he can have.”

“Boy, let me find out you got a deep, poetic side.” Toni nudged him with her elbow, and Bull chortled.

“Nah, it’s just perspective, baby.”

“So, how was your night? Where have you been?” She brought her glass to her lips and casually sipped.

“Just making a play with Eazy and Jewel.”

Toni was sure she didn’t want to know what the ‘play’ was, but it toyed with her curiosity. She knew Bull had legit businesses. He was nothing like Bronx, depending on an illegal stream of cash to live comfortably. His shit had to have a paper trail, and he’d worked hard to build a name for himself. Not only did he have a shop in LA, but he opened a brand new locksmith agency right here in Prospect Pointe. She admired him and how he was his own boss. It inspired her to do more with her life. Being a mother was the best job ever, but she couldn’t deny that she wanted something for herself too.

“As long as you’re careful.”

“Always.” Bull kissed gradually along her neck, sending jolts to her pussy. “I’ll call my boy Kozi in Stonebridge and see if he can hit his wife up about the Gray Foundation.”

“Are you talking about Keaton and Xylo Gray?” Toni questioned, jaw practically touching her chin when she pivoted to face him.

He forgot she lived in Stonebridge. You would have to be on another planet not to know about Kozi and his reach. He was a casino owner, but he and his wife were big philanthropists too. When it came to endorsing the underprivileged, they were constantly stepping in to make sure the inner youth had the support they needed. He’d donated anonymously over the years. It was a good cause, and Kozi and Xylo made sure that all their benefactors always knew where the money was going.

“Yeah.” Bull nodded.

“You know them?”

“I know Kozi through a mutual friend,” he disclosed.

“I have attended a lot of their events. Xylo is one of the most beautiful, sweetest, humblest women. I admire all the work she’s done with the Gray Foundation. It would be so dope to work with her!” Toni gushed.

Bull took her in his lap, and she sat with her legs snaked around his waist, and her arms draped over his shoulders while running her fingers along his neck and through his locs. He was so handsome, giving her butterflies with the intensity blazing behind his glimmering irises. She enjoyed this side of him. For years, she’d been fantasizing about the day he would be able to let down the barriers surrounding his heart and allow her access. Now she was drunk off it and wanting more.

“We got invited to dinner this week over at Eazy’s people’s house. His granny been harassing me about coming through, and she is determined to meet you and the kids.” Bull swept some of her hair over her shoulder and admired her plump lips.

“Speaking of… do I need to be concerned about you and Essence?”

Bull’s silence was a giveaway, and Toni nudged away so she could look into his eyes. He sighed and shook his head.

“Nah. Not at all.”

“But I’m not tripping. There is something there?” she prodded.

“It was a long time ago, T. I told her that, and we both clear on where we stand. My heart and everything else is tied up in the people under this roof,” he pledged.