Eazy E Wife Novels & Stories

I nodded, matched her smile with one of mine, and looked at her pointedly, waiting for her to continue. We sat down face to face. She with her legs crossed, displaying a well - toned thigh, and I with a fake smile smeared on my face. My jaw had already begun to ache me from the stress of it. Luckily she opened her mouth to speak. "We have a certain friend in common." She looked at me, expecting me to ask her who she was talking about, but I didn't even blink. I stared at her unwaveringly. "Oh, come now, don't play dumb. You know exactly who I'm talking about. He and his wife are presently separated, due to unforeseen circumstances. His name is Eyare." She smiled very smugly and I resisted th

This is my forever. Cassandra Echidna Nyx Evangelista-Smith. My angel, my beautiful wife. The woman who first caught my eyes and never let them look anywhere else. The woman who captured my heart so completely that it was no longer mine to begin with. The only woman who ever loved me, even after knowing I crawled straight out of hell and carried every shadow with me. My wife, my life, the mother of my children, the light I never thought I deserved.

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

So, I asked Celeste, "Why did my wife get you to be with me? Did she say anything to you?" Celeste had gotten dressed and had put on her shoes. Her bags were also packed. "How would I know that? The bottom line is—you have a deal as long as you pay up." Perplexed, I asked, "Are you best friends with my wife, then?" Suddenly, Celeste directed her gaze toward me, her expression extremely seductive. "It seems like your wife hasn't shared anything with you, has she? We used to work at the same club back in the day.

I hung up before he could say another word. Did they really think I was that easy to push around? My wife ran off with someone else, and they still expected me to clean up their mess? Right as the dolphin show hit its biggest moment, a staff member rushed in, holding out a phone with an awkward look. "Mr. Hart, your wife is looking for you." I rolled my eyes. 'She really won't drop this.' The second I took the phone, Jayda's arrogant voice blasted through. "Holden Hart, are you asking for trouble?"

My blood roared in my ears. "Ramona. God, you smell incredible. Bet you've never had anything like what I'm packing. Let me show you what you've been missing." She lay there, eyes squeezed shut, still trying to look resistant. "I'm your wife's best friend... We really shouldn't..." But her body betrayed her. Her legs had fallen open, revealing the damp spot spreading across her white panties. I tore them aside. The sight that greeted me was too much to resist. I lifted her legs onto my shoulders and buried myself between them.

"Please, have a seat." She sat down, her expression a mixture of curiosity and caution. "Now, tell me a bit about yourself," I said, my tone light and friendly. "I'd like to know more about the woman who's going to be playing the role of my wife." She cleared her throat, "I'm not like those fancy girls on I*******m who can snap their fingers and get what they want," she said, her voice strong and confident. "I don't come from a wealthy background. My name is Selena Gardner, as I said before. My sister and my grandmother are the only family I have."

I don't want to be with him, I'll leave later. I look at my side and smile sweetly, it's her. EJ's ex-wife sat in the empty seat near me and looked at me from head to toe. "Did you enjoy my husband's dick?" she asked and looked at me and the shirt I was wearing by EJ.

Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts. Wanting her wasn’t foolish. It was treason. I excused myself under the pretense of taking a call, murmuring a polite apology as I stepped away from the group. No one questioned it. Men like me were always needed elsewhere, always managing something unseen. I didn’t go far. Instead, I moved closer to her, my steps casual, indirect—perfectly reasonable. The kind of movement no one would question. Our shoulders brushed. It was accidental. It had to be.

(Music) I made plans to be with you Girl whatever you ask me you know I can do (Music) I'll make love to you Like you want me to And I'll hold you tight Baby... We just danced until the song ended. “Thank you hon!” My wife said sweetly. “Anything for you wife!” I told her then I tighten my hug. I told the staff of harana.ph to leave the office and Laila, Mara's secretary. I heard the door close and lock, so I turned and face my wife and gave her a sweet kiss. “I love you wife!” I whispered and I hug her again.