Ain't No Wifey 2

by Jahquel J.

  Ain’t No Wifey

  2

  Jahquel J.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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  1

  Sasha

  I was unhooked off my mic and stepped off stage with the help of one of the studio interns. She showed me into the dressing room where all my belongings were. I grabbed my bag and make-up case and motioned for her to bring the company limo around. She spoke into the mic and obeyed my order. I noticed she kept looking at me with disgust in her face so, instead of holding it in, I let it out.

  “You got a problem with me?” I snapped.

  “Matter of fact, I do. I don’t approve of you lying on national TV and ruining a man’s life,” she spat back, with her hands now placed on her wide hips. I rolled my eyes and laughed.

  “Baby girl, you’re not even worthy of a response. What goes on TV is what goes on but don’t bring that shit to me or else you will get got.” I got into the awaiting car. I could tell she was stunned the way I dismissed her. Who told her to stick her nose where it didn’t belong?

  I walked into my house and immediately I was slapped down to the ground. I didn’t even see it coming and I damn sure wouldn’t have come home if I did. I got up the best I could and looked into the red, glossy eyes of Byron. He looked like he had been drinking; I spotted the liquor bottle over on the kitchen table so I knew my theory was true.

  “Why did you hit me baby?” I asked shakily. My cheek was stinging and my knees were shaking from being brought down to the floor from the slap.

  “Why the fuck would you go on TV and announce this like this is something to be proud of?” He walked back to the table and took a swig out the bottle.

  “I told you my plan before I did it and you were cool. I’m so tired of tip-toeing around you and not saying how I really feel. You are fucking crazy, I’m leaving.” I tried to stand my ground. I wanted to see if he would beg me to stay. He rushed over to me and smashed me in the face with Jack Daniel bottle and I felt my skin split. Thick red blood poured from my forehead. I looked at him for the first time and saw the venom his eyes held.

  “Get the fuck upstairs and don’t you ever threaten me about leaving,” he roared. I rushed by him quickly and went up the stairs as fast as my legs would take me.

  “I hate you nigga,” I said under my breath and went into the bathroom to tend to my wounds. I looked in the mirror and laughed. I knew I would need stitches because of how deep the gash was. I went into the hall closet and came back with my sewing can. I threaded a needle and proceeded to sew my gash shut with thick weaving thread. It hurt like hell but it needed to be done. There was no way I would be able to go to the emergency room.

  After I finished sewing it up, I popped a few Tylenols and took a shower. My headache was one out of this world. I heard his footsteps shuffling up the stairs so I quietly turned over and acted like I was sleep. He rubbed my back then went into the bathroom and closed the door. I blew out a sigh of relief and tried to find sleep. I prayed that I would wake up in the morning. Soon sleep found me because I was out cold.

  2

  Minka

  I sat in the lawyer’s office listening to nothing that came out his mouth. To be honest, all the shit he was talking was bullshit. I didn’t want hear none of it. This back and forth with Sasha had been going on for a while and I was tired of it. She hated me because I had what she couldn’t have: Micah’s child. She could sue me all she wanted but, she would never be me.

  “Minka are you listening to me?” he asked, I could tell he was irritated with having to repeat his self.

  “I’m actually not, I am tired of going to court over this shit. I was served with these papers when my daughter was a couple weeks old. She is now three months and I am still going to court,” I snapped. He turned bright red.

  “I am trying to get this case closed but she keeps on bringing valid reasons why you should be punished,” he mumbled.

  “Valid reasons? What are those? Please tell me because I’ve submitted everything I had to prove I was pregnant at the time.”

  “You do know who the person who attacked her is and you are not budging on revealing who that is.”

  “I damn sure do know who that is and I am not giving her up, plus she isn’t in the country, anyway. Get this dismissed or I will have to go with another law firm!” I demanded, I grabbed my diaper bag and walked out of his office.

  Lights, screaming and flashes bombarded my daughter and me as we made our way out the office. If it wasn’t for the bodyguard I hired, I would be fighting my way to the car.

  “Minka, is it true Sasha is having Micah’s child?” one paparazzi yelled. I turned around and decided to respond.

  “I have Micah’s only child. He has no other children,” I said and got into the awaiting Lincoln Navigator.

  *

  I sat on the balcony of my new house smoking some potent weed. It was a habit that I picked up to cope with the on going drama in my life. I took pull after pull as I thought about Micah. I missed his ass so much but refused to let him think what he did to me was right. How do you leave your girl for damn near nine months and come back, wanting to be a happy family? I couldn’t get over that, which is why I was alone in this house. I hadn’t seen Micah since the day I delivered our daughter. Whenever he wanted to see his daughter, his mother would come and get her and return her back.

  I heard he was still messing with his girlfriend, Lisa. I cared but I acted as if I didn’t. I told him to never have her around my child. I didn’t want her ass to even know my child’s name. A trip to Miami was due soon; I hadn’t seen my grandparents and they were tired of seeing Miya but not me. Sharlean, Micah’s mom and my grandmother had become close, despite the status of me and Micah’s relationship. I heard my front door open and close and I knew it was my mother. Yeah, we had become close over the couple of months. Crazy how situations bring people together. I think it was the fact she and Robert were getting divorced.

  “Hey, doll, what’s going on?” she asked, while sitting down.

  “Thinking maybe it’s time to go visit Miami. I haven’t seen my grandparents in a while,” I said in between taking a pull. She turned her nose up and coughed slightly.

  “I wish you would stop smoking that shit. How can you be lady-like while wrapping your lips around a blunt.” She waved her hand in front her face.

  “Same way I wrap my lips around a dick. You should come and see Grams and Gramps,” I suggested, she looked at me out the side of her eye.

  “I haven’t seen them since I left their house years ago. They wouldn’t want to see me.”

  “Morocco, it’s never too late. Look at this as a new beginning. You are soon to be divorced, why not try to strengthen your relationship with your family?” She sat and pondered the thought as I smoked the remaining of the clip I had. I popped a piece of gum in my mouth.

  “I will come just to help you with Princess. We’ll see when I get there if I go to their house.” She got up and left the balcony. She couldn’t fully leave until she came back with air freshener.

  “Thank you, Morocco,” I giggled. She was trip and a half.

  3

  Micah

  “Man this is bullshit. She isn’t carrying my son. I would
have had to sleep with her in order to get her crazy ass pregnant!” I yelled and slammed my fist on my lawyer’s desk. How the hell can she actually say I’m the father of her child? I knew the bitch was off her rocker when she talked to my dick the night of the charity event.

  “I understand that, Micah. You need to tell me if you and her had any sexual involvement,” Doug, my lawyer probed. The public wanted a statement to Sasha’s allegations and it was time I finally put one out. I knew he was only asking so he could forward the message to my publicist. However, the subject made me angry.

  “She sucked my dick like almost two years ago at a charity event. I didn’t fuck her. After she popped my shit out her mouth I left her,” I replied not bothering to watch my language. My phone started ringing, I looked at the caller id. It was mom dukes and I knew she was going to have an ear full so I pressed ignore. I would get back to her later.

  “Look, Micah, all we can do is wait until she has the baby. There is a new test that can determine the paternity of the baby as little as nine weeks in the womb. I’m not a hundred percent sure if it’s admissible in court but I will find out and order her to take one. If not we’ll have to wait until she has the baby.” Doug handed me some papers and I signed them before handing them back.

  I left Doug’s office upset all over again. I felt like the weight of the world was on my back and I was facing it alone. I got behind the wheel of my Rolls Royce Phantom, happy I made it before the paparazzi bombarded me. I pulled off with no destination; I knew I couldn’t go home they would be waiting for me. I missed Minka and Miya and wished they were closer.

  I walked into my mother’s house to her cooking as usual. I smelled ribs, baked macaroni and cheese and collard greens. What had me boggled was the gurgling noise of a baby coming from the kitchen. It was as if God knew I needed my daughter. She was sitting in the bassinet sucking her pacifier. My mother smiled as she stirred the pot of greens and ham hocks. I picked my princess up and snuggled her close to me. She stopped sucking her pacifier and looked at me. I swore she was the spitting image of her mother.

  “What is lil’ mama doing here?” I asked, as I cradled her in my arms.

  “She and her mother happen to be in town for the week, maybe longer.” My mother smirked; she knew I still had it bad for Minka.

  “Where’s Minka?”

  “She went out shopping, she and her sister are going out tonight. When she sat down and told me what was going on, I suggested for her to go out. You know her no good damn lawyer still got her fighting that damn case?” my mother shook her head. She had always been Team Minka. Which is why Lisa wasn’t welcomed around her house or presence.

  “I got to catch up with her. How she looking, mama?” She looked over at me and put the milk back in the fridge.

  “That girl is thick as hell. Miya done gave her more hips, thighs, and ass for days. When she walked into this house with that maxi dress on, I had to look. You know not a lot of women can wear those dresses without looking a mess,” she laughed. I licked my lips; mama didn’t lie so I knew I had to catch up with her.

  “Where’s she staying?” I lay a now sleeping Miya back in the bassinet.

  “Micah, what the hell is this twenty questions? She’s staying at her condo in Miami Beach. Go on now and leave my grandbaby alone. She staying with me for the weekend so don’t go get no ideas,” she exclaimed as she swatted me away from my daughter.

  “She is my baby. I’ll come by tomorrow, mama. Love you.”

  “Mmhm, love you, too, baby,” I heard her say as I walked out the door.

  *

  “Where you going, baby?” Lisa asked. She was lying across the bed naked. I was getting dressed to hit the club.

  “I’m going out tonight. Alone.” I knew her ass would want to tag along. Ever since she and her husband had been going through their separation, she was around a lot more. I told her numerous times to work things out with her man; she insisted that she wasn’t happy with him.

  “I wanted to cuddle and maybe do some other things,” she hinted. I looked into her eyes and shook my head.

  “Nah, I need this night out…. I think I might stay out all night.” I already had plans on fucking Minka. Since I left my mother’s house I couldn’t get her off my mind. I heard through my mother she was going to be at a club called Elements in Miami with her sister and mother.

  “I know what this is, you don’t think I know your baby mama is in town? She’s all over TMZ and the blogs, Micah. I happen to know she is doing an appearance at the club tonight. She’s not even famous. Who would want to book her ass, anyway?” She got out the bed and wrapped a towel around her waist.

  “Watch your mouth, Lisa,” I warned. She knew Minka and Miya were a sensitive subject and she should tread lightly.

  “Whatever, Micah. She hasn’t seen, called or text you in forever. Hell, she didn’t even tell you she was in town and now you’re off running to her beck and call!” she yelled slamming the bathroom door. I sprayed a couple spritz of Gucci Guilty on and was out the door. I clicked the alarm to my Lamborghini and burnt rubber out the garage.

  *

  Minka

  Morocco, Milan and me walked into the club free of charge and straight to VIP. News traveled fast that I was in Miami and Element called and booked me for an appearance. All I had to do was walk through and I was paid twenty-thousand. Morocco said I would be stupid to turn down the opportunity, so here I was. I was dressed in a black Versace dress with red Giuseppe Zanotti sandals. My hair was up in a high ponytail that displayed my features. Walking into VIP, all eyes were on us as we sat down and ordered bottle service.

  We all looked like sisters having a good time, when in reality, it was two daughters with their mother. Morocco was the first to take a sip of her vodka on the rocks. She didn’t drink heavily anymore so I let her rock for the night. I ordered a long island ice tea and rocked my hips to the beat as Nicki Minaj’s Anaconda blared through the speakers. Milan was behind me slapping my ass while I laughed and tried not to spill my drink over the railing.

  “Oh, shit, y’all! Micah Jackson just walked in the building!” The DJ yelled through the mic. I looked down at the exit and saw his fine ass making his way through the club. Females were everywhere looking at him and trying to get close enough to smell his scent.

  “Minka, ya baby daddy in the building. It’s only right a king and queen shut this shit down,” DJ Prostyle yelled again. I blushed as Micah looked up at me and nodded. I knew he was making his way up to me.

  I snatched Morocco’s vodka and gulped it down. She laughed and poured me another shot. I drank it and was straight.

  “He coming over here, Minka,” Milan said as she tried to act natural. I was blushing before he made it over here. What was it about this man? He had me acting like a school kid.

  “Aye, big bro came out tonight!” Milan jumped up and gave him a hug; he returned the hug.

  “I missed your crazy ass. How’s the married life?” he asked, he walked over to my mother and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “How you doing, gorgeous? Why didn’t Minka tell me she had another sister?” Morocco blushed so hard, I thought her cheeks would come off.

  “You better stop it, boy. Got me acting out,” she smiled and refilled her cup.

  I stood over, leaning on the railing while looking at him. I didn’t even notice myself biting down on my bottom lip. He walked over to me and held out his arms for a hug. I rolled my eyes and sucked my teeth. I had to play hard to get. He couldn’t come up in here looking and smelling good and expect a hug.

  “Bring that sexy ass over here,” he demanded. It was like my cheeks had a mind of their own and they started cheesing so damn hard. I felt like a fool as I finally went over to him and gave him a hug. He palmed my ass and sniffed the crook of my neck.

  “Nice seeing you, Micah. Did you see your daughter?” I broke our embrace and looked up at him. He was giddy with joy.

  “I saw her little fat self. What the fuck you
feeding her ass?” he pulled me over to the booth and sat down. He placed me on his lap and kissed my arms.

  “That’s all me, I breast feed my baby. My mini me,” I boasted. I felt his dick was hard.

  Damn I got that kind of effect on this nigga? I thought.

  “Aye, Minka it’s time for you to take the stage and speak,” Milan reminded me and took off to the corner with Donovan.

  Micah and me took the stage together, as he insisted. I waved to the crowd and danced to the song that was playing. Micah grabbed the microphone as he held on to my waist.

  “How y’all doing in here tonight?” he yelled into the mic. The whole crowd went crazy. Niggas were rooting and girls were throwing their numbers on the stage.

  “Look at this bad woman right here, she just had my seed three months ago. She sexier than half you bitches in here!” he continued. I started blushing as all the men in the club agreed. He handed me the microphone and I giggled, lost for words.

  “Thank y’all, my little angel gave me ass for days. I appreciate the love. As you know I’m the bitch everyone loves to hate. Thank y’all again. Turn up, turn up.” I did a little dance and left the stage.

  Micah was right on my ass, literally palming it every step I took back to the VIP section. It was nice acting like two teenagers in love again, without any responsibility. But I knew once the morning hit, I would be back dealing with Sasha and he would be another woman’s man. At least I could say it was fun while it lasted.

  4

  Micah

  We walked into the hotel, laughing and still enjoying each other’s company. She kicked her heels off and opened the mini bar. She pulled out peanuts and chips and lay sprawled across the bed. Her dress was now up and her ass and thong was showing. She looked at me and did that cute ass look she did before she got dick. I licked my lips and just took in her beauty. What y’all didn’t understand was Minka was beautiful. She could easily be a run way model if she wasn’t so short. She could also be a video chick, too, but I wasn’t willing to let the world see my goodies.