Page 34 of A Hood Wife And A Rich Goon 2

“No,” Lotus whined. “We promised. It’s only a few hours. We are not staying until midnight, but I do want to get out and see the town.”

“Eat,” he said for her, and she swatted his arm.

“Ass!”

“Nah, it’s your world.” His lips found hers again in a soft kiss this time. “And you know I eat as much as you now.”

“And do.” Lotus frowned. “Shit, I gotta use the bathroom.”

“We passed it on the way in.” Eazy adjusted his dick and pulled his pants up.

Lotus hopped off the counter, pulling her dress down and skipping off toward the front of the house where they came from. She had to wipe herself clean before getting back in the car. It was hot, so she’d opted for no panties with this dress. While she was gone, Eazy went over to the counter to wash his hands and wait for her so they could go. Minutes later, she returned, and he met up with her at the counter.

“Eazy, this house is big. What are we going to do with all these rooms?”

“Shit, as good as that pussy is, Lo, I’m keeping you pregnant. I’m thinking five⁠—”

“Five! Oh, I know you fucking lying. Keep your penis away from me, Ezekiel.”

He fell over laughing and embraced her. With an arm draped over her shoulders, he led her to the front door so they could leave.

“You fine as shit pregnant, Lo. You ain’t trying to give me no more babies?”

“Three, max. Talking about some five.” She sucked her teeth and talked shit the rest of the way to their destination.

Prospect Pointe Night Market & Main Street After Dark happened once, sometimes twice a year. In the Spring, and in the fall. Several blocks would shut down from early evening until midnight. Local businesses stayed open late, restaurants put out special menus and had food trucks lined up on the streets as well. Boutiques did sidewalk displays, vendors would set up to sell art, candles, jewelry, and clothing. Live jazz and R&B would play while a DJ spun hits further down the strip where the lounges and rooftop parties took place. Street performers did magic tricks under lights strung everywhere and other little skits like comedy or role playing. Most of the older people sat outside listening to the live music and talking shit.

“Yo, that line to Mama Lila’s is ridiculous!” Jewel complained.

He and Rhema approached Bull and Toni at the table they’d grabbed for themselves across from the Golden Dragon, their go to Asian grill, which was positioned not far from the Agave Crossing set up. Agave was known for their authentic Mexican street food and margaritas. The best in town. Bull allowed Brenda to take the kids to get their faces painted, leaving the parents alone to fill up on tacos and hibachi while enjoying a few adult beverages.

“A nigga just wanted some catfish and rice, for real.” Jewel tipped his head and bit into a carne asada taco as Rhema took a seat across from Toni and Bull at their picnic table.

“Where are the girls?” Toni tittered, picking up her own taco and taking a bite.

“Somewhere around here with my moms and pops.” Jewel checked around but focused back on his food, facing Rhema as he joined her on the bench to the picnic table. “Where E and Lo?”

“Probably christening that new house.” Toni grinned as she picked up her margarita from Agave and took a sip through her straw.

“Crazy. Long as I’ve known Eazy, nigga ain’t never been serious about shit. All of a sudden, he meet my fucking sister of all people, and the nigga becoming the poster for a perfect boyfriend.” Jewel scoffed resentfully.

“Shut up, Jewel. I think it’s cute. Maybe him and Bull can set an example for you,” Rhema noted.

“Pssh, I’m already ahead of the game. The nigga got the idea to buy a house from me.” Jewel picked up the strawberry punch drink he’d picked up from Agave and took a sip.

Something across the way caught his attention as he set his cup down. A slim-thick brown skinned woman with rich brown hair and golden highlights waved and smiled in his direction. Jewel chucked his chin at her in greeting, and Rhema witnessed the whole thing.

“Who the fuck is that?”

“My dental hygienist,” Jewel answered, picking up his second taco and bringing it to his mouth.

“Jewel, I will knock all your fucking teeth out!” Rhema hissed.

“You bugging.” He chewed slowly and shook his head. “The girl was just saying hi.”

“You ain’t gon’ be saying shit when I cut your tongue out.”

“Shit, I ain’t worried about it. This muhfucka damn near dipped in gold, and you know it. You only depriving yourself, shorty.” He winked at her, and Rhema flung an onion at him off her taco.