THINK DIFFERENT #3
This was a very perceptive little girl. Michelle Wakefield hated anything that still had youth or any kind of vibrance.
Including her own daughter. She’d made several backhanded comments about the little girl since Lotus started working for them.
For the last year, she’d been the nanny for the seven-year-old and her ten-year-old brother.
With a degree in childhood psychology and not wanting to work in daycares or preschools, she ended up snagging this position off word of mouth from a friend at school.
Lotus came from a world where they didn’t know shit about nannies, trust funds, summer vacation homes, or none of that shit.
Her parents worked hard, but it was just enough to get them by and not somewhere on the corner, begging for crumbs.
She came from humble roots, and her folks were good with saving money so she and her brother never had to go without.
Jasiel had two kids now, and although Lotus loved her nieces to death, being a parent wasn’t on her bucket list.
Cynara and Clover were part of the reason she chose the major she did when she went to school, though.
She loved working with children; she just wasn’t sure she could commit to having any of her own.
She saw firsthand with her own parents that it damn sure takes two to raise them.
Taking care of Emrys and Michael was easy.
Dealing with their parents was an entirely different story.
“Daddy’s home!” Evren Wakefield’s voice echoed off the high ceilings inside their five-bedroom home as the front door slammed shut.
Going rigid, Lotus removed the rubber gloves from her hands after she was done draining the dishwater and wiping the excess water from around the sink.
Even footsteps padded in her direction, and Emrys lit up when she spotted her handsome father strolling into the room.
His Brooks Brothers suit was custom, and his loafers were shiny enough to see yourself in.
Sliding up beside his daughter, he knelt to kiss her forehead gently.
“Hi, Daddy!” She perked up in her seat.
“How you doing, baby girl?” His deep baritone greeted her, making her smile.
Evren was in his forties, and fine as hell.
He took very good care of himself, working out a couple times a week, running five miles every other day, and sparring in his spare time.
His rich, toasted brown skin had a glow that could make the most confident woman envious, and his warm, hazel-green eyes usually reflected lust, especially when they danced over Lotus.
She turned, and he canvassed her curves, tongue swiping hungrily across his lips.
Evren was a pretty boy with an edge. It was the best way to put his personality into words.
His family came from money, so he never knew what it was like to be without it or not get what he wanted.
“Hello, Lotus.”
“Mr. Wakefield.” She enunciated his name slowly and professionally, perusing him in the deep charcoal gray suit and turquoise silk shirt.
His beard was perfect for his angular shaped face, crowding around his full pink lips to give them just enough attention. The roots of his low-cut fade were dark, but the juicy curls on top were a golden blonde. It contrasted well with his bushy, thick brown brows.
“Where’s your mama, baby girl?” Evren questioned his daughter.
She brought her cup to her lips and sipped the last of her orange juice.
“She said she was going to get pampered and take herself shopping,” Emrys replied, swinging her little legs over her bar chair.
“Okay. Why don’t you go upstairs and read a book until it’s time for Lotus to drop you off at school?” Evren suggested.
“Okay!” Emrys eagerly leaped down and scurried out.
Her father rounded the counter once she was gone as Lotus prepared to strut by him, her floral aroma teasing his nose and making his dick hard.
He eased his arm around her waist, pulling her back into his chest and nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck.
Inhaling, he got high off her scent and teasingly bumped into her from behind.
“I miss you,” he muttered, peppering kisses along her neck and gripping both hips.
Spinning her so that she could face him, he attacked her mouth.
Lotus’s arms fell across his shoulders, and he picked her up and sat her on top of the island where his daughter sat not long ago.
Parting her legs with his six-foot one frame, his big hands roamed her soft figure, pausing at her breasts and squeezing them eagerly before reaching for her pants and unbuttoning them.
“Evren,” Lotus whispered, eyes closed while her clit pulsed in anticipation.
He continued to kiss and lick along her flesh, ready to rip through the fabric of his slacks.
“We can’t—”
“Shhh, just give me five minutes,” he whispered against her lips, forcing his over hers in a sensual kiss that immediately turned nasty.
Their tongues swiped anxiously against one another, and his thick fingers pulled at her pants until they were at her ankles. He pushed her panties aside so he could slide into her snug, wet center. The minute her tight walls suctioned him in, his lips parted in bliss.
“Fuck!” Biting his bottom lip, he pushed into her until she reached the base of his dick.
She was already soaking wet as he plowed into her slowly.
Immediately, he knew he wouldn’t last long.
Fucking with Lotus turned any nigga into a preemie because her shit was hitting like that.
Looking down, he found his dick glistening and grabbed her ass with both hands.
Evren impaled her in swift, long strokes until she leaked over his dick with her bottom lip tucked between her teeth to stifle her screams.
“That shit so good, baby.” He moaned, hammering mercilessly into her until his nut tickled the tip of his dick.
He meant to pull out, but it was too good, so he dumped his seeds inside her until his knees weakened, and he grabbed the counter to hold himself up.
Shaking off the fogginess in his head, he panted with his forehead resting against hers.
Lips brushing together in one last sweet kiss, he cupped her chin and sucked on her tongue. Lotus nudged him away from her.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“What?” His brows crowded together, and she lowered herself to the ground to put her pants back on.
“You nut in me. I hope you know you’re paying for the Plan B this time.” Grabbing her Calvin Klein jeans, she slipped them over each leg and jumped into them so they would move past her thighs.
“That shit too good, baby. I’m sorry. I can’t help myself.” Pulling his pants tighter around him, he buttoned them again and snapped his belt back in place.
“Well, learn how.”
“Oh, so you saying you don’t want to have a baby by me?” he teased, licking his lips.
“Um, that would be accurate as fuck,” she guffawed.
When she tried to push past him, he seized her wrist, keeping her pressed against the counter as he looked down into her pretty ass bright brown eyes. As his finger brushed against her cheek, he tittered when she recoiled from his touch, turning her head.
“I have to go. I don’t want Emrys to be late for school.”
His son, Michael, was gifted, so he was moved up a grade, making him a sixth grader. He was picked up by the bus about an hour before Emrys left every day.
“You mad at me?” Evren queried, a frown breaking out across his handsome face.
He didn’t think he would be able to take it if she was.
When shit wasn’t right with him and Lotus, it fucked with all his day-to-day shit.
His own wife didn’t even get that type of energy from him.
The minute he laid eyes on Lotus when they interviewed her, he knew he had to have her.
She was so poised, but there was something fierce and very sexy about her that he found irresistible.
His wife was uptight, and their marriage was spent in missionary, always in the bed, and never any spontaneity for as long as he could remember.
She wouldn’t dare fuck on the couch, or in the kitchen, not even the fucking car.
Lotus wasn’t even the first woman he’d cheated on her with, but she was the first he’d developed real feelings for.