Millionaire Wives Club: A Novel by Tu-Shonda Whitaker

Author:Tu-Shonda Whitaker [Whitaker, Tu-Shonda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Contemporary, United States, African American, Romance, Urban, Contemporary Fiction, Genre Fiction
ISBN: 0345486676
Amazon: B002UZ5J4U
Publisher: One World/Ballantine
Published: 2009-11-10T05:00:00+00:00

Evan

“I need you to stop fucking with me,” Evan said to no one in particular, as she stirred Aiyanna’s oatmeal as she’d been doing religiously for the last hour. Tears were aching the back of her eyelids, but she was beyond crying. She felt strangely out of her mind. Not manic, not hyped up and wanting to fight, but she felt her sanity leaving and her mind on the brink of taking her someplace she’d never been before.

At first she thought she could swing with Kendu saying the bare minimum to her, acting as if they were barely roommates, as long as he didn’t leave her. But she’d been noticing more and more how he would disappear for days and weekends and she could swear he’d come back with the faint scent of Chanel No. 5 lingering on his body.

“Aiyanna!” she yelled, and a few minutes later Aiyanna skipped into the kitchen.

“Sit down and eat your breakfast before the bus comes.”

Aiyanna started shaking her head and swinging her ponytails.

“Mommy, I don’t like your oatmeal. I only like it when Chef John makes it.”

“Shut up, Aiyanna, and eat the shit before you pay for being grown.” Evan pointed her finger at her.

“I’m not eating that. It always makes me sick. And I haven’t been sick in a while. I don’t want to be sick again.”

Evan trembled and her eyes began to blink repeatedly. She had to be mistaken because certainly Aiyanna wasn’t talking to her like she was the mother and Evan was the child. Maybe Aiyanna needed to be reminded that she wasn’t too young or too old to get her ass kicked. “You working on being fucked up,” she said, grabbing Aiyanna’s face and pressing her fingers deeply into her cheeks. “Do you know what I’ve been going through to prepare this for you?” She took a spoonful of the oatmeal and shoved it into Aiyanna’s parched mouth. “And you have the nerve to tell me what you’re not going to eat? You want me to kick your ass, Aiyanna?!” She shoved oatmeal into her mouth again. “Huh?”

Aiyanna was too scared to cry as the oatmeal that she refused to swallow poured out the sides of her mouth. As Evan went to shove another spoonful into her mouth, the school bus blew its horn. “You’re lucky,” Evan said, squinting into Aiyanna’s eyes, “and unless you want your daddy to leave because you’re being a bad ass and not listening to me, then you better do what the fuck I tell you to. You understand me, little girl?” Aiyanna couldn’t hold it in anymore and her tears rolled over Evan’s knuckles. “You understand me?” Evan repeated.

Aiyanna nodded.

“You better, and if you even think about telling your father, I will beat your ass and make sure he never sees you again.”

“Bridget,” Carl whispered as he secretly filmed Evan, who was so caught up that she hadn’t even heard the camera crew come in, “I don’t like the look of this.”

Bridget smiled. “Shhh, this is a producer’s wet-goddamn-dream.

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