Page 72 of A Hood Wife And A Rich Goon

She decided to get back to what she was doing before he arrived on her doorstep like the unwanted guest he was. Part of her was happy for the company; she just didn’t need him to know it. Eazy was just like his name. Uncomplicated. Effortless. She could laugh with him and joke. He didn’t take everything so serious, but she also felt safe when he was around. Like the time they all went to the club together.

Her bare feet padded across the plush carpet and onto her rug until she was back on her couch and throwing her fleece cover over her legs.

“Shit, that woman loves me. I ain’t have to harass her for a damn thing. I think she glad you having my baby. If I would’ve asked for the key, she would have slid that mothafucka to me.” Eazy licked his lips and admired her pretty feet and succulent thighs poking from under the cover as she tried to conceal herself from him.

“Oh, my God.” Lotus groaned and dropped her head into her hand. “She told you?”

“Actually, your niece told everybody. Cyn can’t hold water. Remind me never to talk around her ass unless I want the word out,” Eazy joked. “Were you gon’ tell me?”

“Damn, can I have a minute to myself to deal with it before everybody jumps into my business?” she griped.

“Take all the time you need.” He shrugged casually, and she wanted to smack him.

“Okay, so you know where I live now. You can leave.” Lotus waved him off and reached for the book she rested face down on the last page she read.

It was a murder mystery that she was currently fifteen chapters into, and Two Can Play that Game played low on the TV for background noise.

“You rude as fuck.” Eazy sucked his teeth and ignored her attitude.

“You the one just popped up at my house with no kind of notification,” Lotus snarled, head still down in her book.

“You got me blocked. The fuck?” An annoyed grimace moved across his face.

He pulled his t-shirt off and revealed himself in a wife beater before her attention went to his ripped abs shaping the material. Eazy turned and strolled in the direction of her kitchen. The space was small, with a rounded island built into the wall dividing her kitchen from the living room. He popped her fridge open and bent over to see what her situation was. Chicken breast defrosted in a bowl, and he spotted a few other things he could work with, so he went to wash his hands before getting to work.

“I been at work all day doing inventory, moving shit. Then had to handle some shit with my crew. I’m hungry.”

“So, you just gon’ make yourself at home in my shit?” Lotus popped her head up to ask, but he ignored her.

Shaking her head, she turned toward her TV, curled her legs up beside her, and got back into her book. Lately, she hadn’t wanted to be around a lot of people, but she found comfort in Eazy’s presence at that moment.

“Try this?” He stepped into the living room with a forkful of blackened chicken he whipped up and held it close to her mouth.

In the last twenty-five minutes, he’d made himself right at home. Looking at the piece of meat, Lotus couldn’t deny that she was hungry. Whatever he was cooking smelled good as hell, and she had thrown up everything she’d eaten earlier that day. Reluctant, she looked into his eyes, and he cocked a brow. Opening her mouth, she devoured the bite. The chicken practically fell apart on her tongue it was so tender and juicy.

“Oh, my God.” She moaned, and Eazy’s dick jumped. “That’s good. Please tell me there is some pasta to go with that?”

“Oh, so now you fucking with me?” he teased, admiring her pretty ass lips curling up in sudden distaste for him.

“I’m starving. I tried to eat breakfast and lunch today, and they both came back up within thirty minutes. I’ve been surviving off electrolytes and crackers,” Lotus whined. “This fucking baby is taking me through it.”

Eazy didn’t like that shit. He could see that she was weary with this situation from the little worry lines in her forehead. Observing the Powerade on the table and a pack of a few saltine crackers, he nodded and backed up.

“Aight, bet. I got you.”

“Ezekiel, I am a grown, able-bodied woman. I can feed myself,” she called to him, but he gave her his back and disappeared into the kitchen.

Lotus listened to him bang around some more, and ten minutes later, he arrived with blackened chicken pasta, steamed broccoli on the side, and a glass of iced tea for her and him. He set both plates on the table, and she placed her book face down on the arm of her couch.

“You look tired, and I see you trying to just chill and ease yo’ mind. So, eat.” He shoved her plate into her lap.

Even though she wanted to be stubborn and turn him down, her stomach wouldn’t allow it. He read that right. She thought she was tired before, but now that her body was shifting into this pregnancy, the symptoms were starting to increase.

“Thank you,” she mumbled.

“What was that?” He leaned closer, stretching his ear in her direction and flashing the fat diamond that rested on his lobe.

“I said⁠—”