The Autobiography Of A Hustler's Wife by unknow

Author:unknow
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cole Hart Signature, LLC
Published: 2020-07-30T23:00:00+00:00

22

“Bitch, if you don’t sit still, I’ma fuck around and poke you in the eye with this pencil,” O shouted at Zoey.

“Damn it, I’m sorry,” she shouted back. “I can’t help that I’m nervous,” Zoey twiddled her thumbs as October continued applying her eyeliner.

“Why ya ass getting all dolled up anyway?” Paris questioned from her bed.

“Carter wants me to accompany him on this business dinner,” she sat completely still as O worked on her left eye. “He didn’t go into details and the nigga hung up in my ear before I could refuse.”

“Damn,” October chuckled. “That nigga wasn’t taking no for an answer, huh?”

“Fuck no. I even texted his ass and told his ass I wasn’t tryna go. He told me to stop playing with him and to have my ass ready by eight,” Zoey explained. “So, here we are. I just hope I’m dressed appropriately for this shit.”

“Girl, if you don’t shut up. That dress you rocking is fly as fuck and once you complete the look, you know ya ass is gonna be looking like money,” Paris boasted.

“That’s right,” O agreed. “So, stop tripping bitch. Shit, y’all might not even make it to dinner cuz when I’m finished with you, Carter’s ass gonna be ready to fuck.”

The girls burst into laughter.

“This ain’t that type of party. This shit is business. This ain’t no date.”

“Whatever you say bitch,” they said in unison.

The girls talked shit and discussed Meghan’s absence until October finished applying her makeup twenty minutes later. After admiring her besties work, Zoey threw her arms around her and thanked her for coming through in the clutch. The makeup and lashes she added made her look even more beautiful and even though Zoey wasn’t a big fan of makeup, she loved the way she looked. Noticing that it was 7:30pm, the girls downed a double shot of Henny to help her calm her nerves before October and Pairs left.

As she completed her look, the liquor had kicked in and her nervous demeanor was replaced with confidence. Examining herself in the mirror, Zoey smiled at her reflection. The black Alexander McQueen sweetheart halter dress hugged the curves of her body, stopping a little passed her knees. Her red and black red bottoms made her stand like a stallion and the rose gold diamond hoop earrings and watch made her skin glow. Making sure her bun was secure, Zoey filled her red clutch bag with everything she needed before spraying herself with her Love Spell body spray. With her bag in hand, she flipped the switch on her way out the room when the doorbell sounded throughout the house. Taking a deep breath, Zoey opened the door, locking eyes with Carter.

“Damn my fault. I must have the wrong house,” Carter apologized, turning away to leave.

“Carter, it’s me,” she called out behind, stopping him in his tracks.

“Zoey?” He walked backed over to her, eyeing her in disbelief.

“Yes,” she chuckled.

Carter continued to stare at her and she quickly became nervous again.

“What’s wrong? Is it my dress?” she quickly asked.

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