Ain't No Wifey 2

by Jahquel J.

  “His ex-girlfriend who moved to Africa, her ass is back and keep trying to hangout with him. I’m trying to practice the good Lord’s virtues and have patience but the bitch keep trying me.” She took the baby from me and put her in the swing.

  “No, Micah’s ass is trying you. You need to put that damn law down,” I said, looking at her with my infamous look.

  “He knows better. Let’s drop the subject,” she advised. I knew the situation perturbed her. I hoped like hell Micah wasn’t being senseless.

  I got up and went to fix Tavia and myself something to eat, she ran out the room with her iPad and iPod on. Donovan spared no expense when it came to Tavia. She was spoiled rotten because of him. She already had a playroom in our vacation house and we just arrived yesterday. Instead of trips to Saks and Niemen Marcus, it was in the Toys r us.

  “I can’t believe you are a stepmother, you’re selfish as hell,” she continued.

  “I am not selfish, I just like everything to be about me.” We both burst out laughing. We knew I was selfish as hell.

  “You’re so stupid, guess who’s coming back?” she jumped up and down as I admired her ass. I needed to go see my plastic surgeon. It was natural and jiggled. Mine had a little jiggle but not as much as Minka’s. When I did mine I didn’t want it too loose. Yet, now I was having second thoughts, Minka’s ass was amazin-

  “Milan? You going to guess the answer or look off in space?” she slapped my arm. I forgot we were talking.

  “My bad, I was admiring your ass. Can you come with me when I go to the surgeon so he can see exactly how I want it?” I seriously asked. She looked at me and shook her head.

  “Nevermind. Ashley is coming back. She and Aaron get in tonight.”

  “Oh, finally, her ass been jet setting over the world since she put them paws on Sasha,” I giggled.

  “Milan, you ain’t shit.” She grabbed her daughter and went to put her in the room. The rest of the day we caught up on drama and promised to meet up for some shopping later in the week.

  *

  Tavia and I walked back to the house. She was talking my ear off about the beach and I was looking at all the cars in my driveway. I held her hand tightly as we walked into the house then she took off running towards her father. I looked at him with my eyebrow raised. I could tell he knew shit was about to go down.

  “What the fuck is going on?” I questioned, as I walked deeper into my house. I frowned my face up and was prepared to take off and cause some damage if Donovan didn’t grab me.

  “Kareema came to see Tavia, since we were in town,” he explained.

  “That doesn’t explain why all these cameras are in my house? She shouldn’t even be allowed to come in here.” I pushed him out the way and opened the door.

  “Calm down Milan, you’re lucky to get any fame. You a retired ass singer. You’re basically Joseline and this nigga is Stevie J,” she chuckled, I tried to get at her again but Tavia came out from the kitchen.

  “Milan, can we bake cookies and watch Frozen tonight?” she batted her pretty eyes at me. How could I say no?

  “Sure, baby, go wait in the kitchen.” I turned my attention to Kareema.

  “Babygirl, you want to come with mama this weekend?” Kareema bent down in front her face.

  “Reema, I’m staying at daddy’s house. I don’t want to go with you,” she said and ran off to the kitchen.

  “See, bitch, you ain’t never been a mother to that child. Don’t start now because you are on a show.” Kareemas huffed at me and walked away. Donovan turned to look at me.

  “Calm down, baby. I will handle it,” he said before he walked away to handle Kareema. I followed him into the kitchen to find the bitch was in my kitchen trying to cook with Tavia.

  “This is not this bitch house. Y’all got two minutes to rap this shit up and get out my house before I start breaking shit, and I mean y’all shit. When I return I want my house cleared out. Tavia, come on, doll. Let’s get you in some pajamas and we can bake cookies later. And, bitch, don’t come acting like a mom because you aren’t one. Producers, have someone contact my agent if you want to film the real wives of Miami.” I grabbed Tavia’s hand and Kareema looked at me with a scowl. I smirked knowing I fucked up her taping.

  *

  Donovan came into the room with a plate of cookies and Tavia behind him holding her frozen DVD. That little girl had watched that movie over a million times and sang that damn song I think a trillion. Donovan got her situated in front the TV and lay beside me on the bed. I was on the bed reading my kindle, Niyah Moore’s and Porscha Sterling’s Groupie Luv. I already had my mind made up that I was going to send Kareema’s ass a copy.

  “You always reading. I think that’s the only time your ass is quiet,” he laughed and I rolled my eyes and continued reading.

  “Nah, when my mouth is on your dick I’m the quietest,” I replied never taking my eyes off my kindle.

  “Damn, bae, let’s take a trip to the bathroom. I haven’t gotten any in a minute.” He got off the bed and I followed. Tavia was too engrossed in the movie to notice we had gotten up.

  Once we got into the bathroom, he pushed me against the vanity and pulled down my sweatpants and slipped his fingers in my pussy. He inserted them nice and slow and increased his speed the more I moaned. He sucked my neck, leaving wet hickies all over it. He lifted me up on the vanity and pulled my breasts out my bra and shirt. He took each nipple in his mouth and sucked on them like his life depended on it.

  “Shhiiit, damnn Papa, you wanted this. Huh?” I moaned in his ear, he lifted me up and slipped his dick right inside me.

  He leaned against the wall and I held onto his neck while bouncing and down. He palmed my ass while gripping it. I watched as he we fucked in the mirror and it was beautiful, he was holding on to me while I kept fucking him. Donovan had that dope dick and I was his junkie. He could serve me anytime of day and I would be right there ready to survey it.

  “Slow down, baby, slow,” he directed. I slowed my pace and eased up and down his dick slowly. His vein in his neck started to pulsate. I moved a little faster while he looked me in the eyes. When we fucked we liked to look into each other’s eyes. I wanted to know if he enjoyed it as much as I did. If it were something he wasn’t feeling, he would tell me. We had no shame in our sex game, which was why it was off the hook.

  He sat down on the toilet and positioned me on top. I stood up and eased up and down on his dick. I made it appear and disappear each time I did it, I played with his balls as I did my act. He was moaning like a bitch and I loved it. He kissed my chest up and down, my nipples were sore from him biting them but it also felt good. I turned around and plopped my ass on his dick while I touched my toes. I used my ass a lever and brought it up and down like a bucket in a well. He had gripped my hips and was pumping in and out of my ass. We didn’t try to cover the moans we were releasing. When you were in the moment, you couldn’t control what sounds were made.

  I felt his grip tighten up and our bodies go limp, we came at the same exact time. I leaned back and kissed him on the mouth. He rubbed my breast and licked my neck.

  “Damn, I swear this is the best shit.”

  “If I could do this in a bathroom, imagine what we could do in the bed later,” I responded. He got up and pulled his clothes on.

  “Tavia, its bedtime baby girl!” he yelled from the bathroom.

  “Why daddy, it’s still on,” she whined. I started laughing.

  “Finish watching it, babygirl. Papa leave that girl alone, you know she crazy about that damn movie.” I filled the tub up and got in. “How about I show you how to surfboard,” I seductively licked my lips.

  16

  Ashley

  I sat my plate on the table along with Aaron’s. He grabbed his fork and plate and started demolishing the spaghetti I just made. I sat down and looked in his eye. How did I end up in the situation I was in now? I went from one situation to another and neither was good. Maybe this situatio
n was a little better. I got to travel to London for three months and my son was now enrolled in a boarding school there, receiving the best education, so that was a plus. You would think after having an amazing time in London I would come home on cloud nine. I ate my salad and decided to break my silence.

  “How long have you been married?” I asked. He looked at me choked on his pasta.

  “What the hell you talking about, Ashley?” he didn’t even sound convincing and the guilt was plastered all over his face.

  “I’m going to ask again before I call her back and tell her the real truth. I covered your ass and I have no problem dialing her back.” I took out my cellphone and scrolled my contacts. His eyes jumped out his head.

  “Alright, alright. Two years we’ve been married,” he confessed.

  “Why did you pressure me into getting back with you if you’re married? I could have saved my time, Aaron. I’ve been playing the other woman role and I didn’t even know it.” I pushed my plate away, now full.

  I found out about his wife when he mistakenly left his phone next to me while in the studio. I answered and she mistook me as his assistant. I didn’t correct her but Lord knows I wanted to. She told me to tell him to call her; she was getting close to her due date. I questioned why he wanted to rush back, now I knew why. We been back in the states for a couple days and he had been gone for four of those days. He just came over a little while ago talking about family emergency.

  “I don’t love her anymore, why you think I spend all my time with you.” He tried to butter me up. I wanted my own man, not someone else’s.

  “Aaron, you loved her enough to fuck her and have a baby with her. Which had to be conceived when we were together… it’s one thing to be separated but y’all are very much married and she has your child.” I slammed my fist on the table. I had been holding this in for quite sometime.

  “Ashley, you acting like I played you. I love you and little man. Y’all my heart,” he explained. I put my hands up and backed away from him.

  “Nigga, please. Get the fuck out my damn house. We are done and you will continue to pay for my son’s schooling while he is in London. Let him miss a school payment and I will be in front your wife’s house,” I threatened. He looked at me in disbelief. I guess he didn’t think I would stoop this low but I had and it was too late. Ashland shouldn’t suffer because of my mistakes; I jumped from Juelz straight to Aaron. I needed some downtime and I knew where to get some; Miami.

  “I would never not pay for Ashland’s school because of our situation, baby.” He reached for me and I slapped his hands.

  “Yeah, yeah. Keep talking while out the damn door. I’m fucking done,” I said as I slammed the door behind his trifling ass.

  *

  I settled in my seat on the plane. I called Minka and she was fine with me staying in her condo. I didn’t want to cramp her and Micah’s space while I was there. Once I found out Milan was there too, I booked me plane tickets with Aaron’s credit cards. I let him talk me into traveling with him in London, so I had to quit my job. Money was very limited for me right now. Minka up and moved to Miami and the only person I had in California was Milan but it was only a matter of time before she moved to be closer to her sister.

  Tall, dark and handsome came and sat in the row right across from me. I stole a couple glances at him and he smiled because he knew I was checking him out. His sexy ass put me in the mindset of the singer Jeremih. I pulled my iPod out and reached for my Kindle in my bag at the same time he reached for his bag. I was staring like a damn fool but he kept checking me out, I had to speak.

  “I got something on my face?” I asked being a smart ass.

  “I must have the same thing on mine too,” he replied back. No the hell his fine ass didn’t. He had jokes, huh?

  “You looked at me first. I’m guessing it jumped on yours after,” I smiled.

  “My name is Kyree Gibson and you are? I think the name ‘Beautiful’ fits but I would like to know your real name.”

  “Ashley, but ‘Beautiful’ will do just fine,” I giggled.

  The whole flight we talked so much, we ended up carrying the conversation to a diner in the airport. I found out that he was basketball player on the Orlando Magic basketball team. He scored points with that because I was a basketball fanatic. He was freshly drafted and going to meet his team mates and coaches for the first time. I thought it was cute how he was nervous and wanted to make a good impression. Coming from a chick who been through hell and high water I told him to be his self and the rest would follow.

  “So, Ashley, where’s you man at? We’ve been in this diner for a hour and I’m waiting for him to come punch me in the head,” he joked.

  “I don’t have one, but when I did he was married,” I revealed.

  “Side chicks are winning right now… why you didn’t stay?”

  “Ha, real funny. I didn’t want to be second to another woman. I want to be someone’s one and only. I know it’s going to be hard on my son, they were attached at the hip.” I hadn’t mentioned Ashland til now, that was deal breaker with most guys.

  “You can’t have a body that tight and have a kid,” he complimented. I blushed.

  “I work out every morning and don’t miss a morning. I love fitness,” I gloated. The waitress came and took our finished plates and Kyree paid the tab.

  “I don’t want this to end, so let’s make plans to hang back out. I made plans to hang with some of the rookies tonight in Miami and ride to Orlando in the morning. Come out with me, tonight.” He suggested.

  “You have my number. Hit me up with the details and me and my girls will come by.” I gave him a hug and exited the airport. Just my luck, I ran right into my next situation.

  17

  Sasha

  “Shh, baby girl…. Here you go,” I said, inserting my breast into Miya’s mouth. She drank my milk like her life depended on it. I sat back in the rocking chair while looking at the moonlight.

  It took a little research and following Micah but I found out where he lived. I should have known he was going to move that whore into a bigger and nicer house. He had the nerve to give her a license plate with his jersey number on it. I kindly took it off and screwed it on the back of my Lexus coupe. Both Minka and Micah were out tonight. I came in through the side door. You would think with all the fame and publicity he had, they would have security gates or the security alarm system alarmed at all times.

  Once she was finished nursing, I put her back in the crib and covered her up with a blanket. She was the replica of Minka and Micah mixed. I didn’t know how they had such a perfectly blended baby but it made me sick. I quietly closed her room door and backed out the room. Soon as I turned around I heard someone coming up the stairs so I hid in the hall closet next to the baby’s room. I looked out the cracked door and saw it was the nanny with her ear glued to the phone.

  Ever since Minka got back into Miami shit had been going south for me. Kareema’s ass wouldn’t answer her phone and she was busy filming on her show. Micah managed to get the case I had with Minka thrown out. The judge couldn’t believe it went on as long as it did in California. I showed up dressed to the nines, ready to see my man and they didn’t even show up. I looked like a complete idiot.

  She peeked into the room and looked around. I guess she felt someone was watching her. Bitch, I was. She sat on the ottoman in the hallway, which blocked me from leaving. She was giggling and bragging to some nigga on the phone. Her voice was getting on my nerves, dumb bitch. Miya started to cry so she hung up the phone and went to tend to her. I used that as my escape route. I ran out the house to my car as fast as my six-month belly would take me.

  *

  I shielded my eyes from the sun that was peeking into my bedroom. The morning came so fast I thought as I got out the bed. I walked down the hall and smell was enough to make my stomach turn. I opened the guest bedroom floor and looked at Byron’s dead body sprawled on the floor. I shook my head and sprayed the
room with air freshener.

  Byron couldn’t accept that I was having a baby by another man so he had to go. If he couldn’t understand that Micah and I were going to be together I didn’t need him in my life. I looked around the room for something to help me move him. I needed to freshen the room up or else the smell would take over the entire house. I rolled him on a white sheet and pulled him into the closet. I started to clean the blood and the bodily fluids he released when I plunged the knife in his heart.

  After getting everything cleaned up and cleaning myself up I dialed Micah’s number and listened to him say hello a million times before he hung up. I sighed and sat back on the couch. I looked up at a car pulling into my driveway and panicked. The women strutted to the front door and knocked on the door. I started to hide but I didn’t need her coming back. I swung open the door and she looked shocked to see me.

  “Hi, is my cousin here?” she asked,

  “No, why would he be here? Byron hasn’t been home in a week,” I replied, picking my nails.

  “He told me to come by and sign some contracts for something I was working on. I don’t understand why he wouldn’t be here. This is his house… right?” she probed. I didn’t like how she was questioning me and I damn sure didn’t like how she was staring at me.

  “Like I just said, he hasn’t been home in over a week. If you see him, tell him his fiancé is looking for him,” I barked then slammed the door in her face. She stood around for a minute and hopped in her car and left. I didn’t know if she believed what I said but I hoped like hell she did. I didn’t have time to kill another person.

  18

  Juelz

  “Wake that sexy ass up, snow bunny,” I demanded and slapped her ass. She giggled and stirred from her sleep while looking at me.