by Jahquel J.
“I’m up. What do you want to do today?” she asked, stretching up arms. I rolled my eyes at her needy ass. I didn’t want her like she wanted me. Lisa, the owner of the Miami Dolphin’s daughter and one of Micah’s many jump-offs came into my life for a reason. I was the reason. I sought her out for three weeks straight before I approached her. She was snotty at first but once she cracked that first smile I knew I had her. After fucking for only two weeks, I was already living in the bitch’s penthouse. I drove whatever car I wanted and had money at my disposal all because I laid good pipe down.
While on my stake-out of Minka’s house, I ran across some skinny bitch hightailing it across the lawn to her car. I was confused as to why she had Minka’s license plate on her car. Shit was getting more bizarre the more I followed and watched Minka’s ass. How many people did this bitch piss off? Lisa was just someone where to lay my head, fuck and floss with. I needed as much money as possible after I killed Minka and Ashley before dipping to Haiti.
Speaking of Ashley, the bitch sure knows how to move from one nigga to another. Last I heard she was with Aaron’s non-singing ass, now she was with a new rookie basketball player. Where the fuck was my son while she being a thot?
“Juelz, I really want this to work with us. I could see me and you getting married,” she said. My eyes popped out my head. Here this bitch go with this shit, she barely knew my ass. I was about to become a damn murderer in a few short days and she wanted to marry a nigga. White bitches, can’t live with and can’t live without them.
“That’s all nice, Lisa. After I finish this mission with the CIA, I’m going back to Haiti, baby,” I lied; her ass thought I was a damn spy. She was so damn gullible it wasn’t funny.
“I can come with you, baby. We can start a business, buy or build a home there and eventually get married.” A light bulb went off in my head when she said that.
“You’re right, baby. How about you fly to Aruba and get us a house or condo there.”
“I thought you said Haiti. Why Aruba?” she looked a little skeptical. Maybe she wasn’t that stupid.
“I changed my mind. I want to be somewhere tropic, disclosed, and away from everybody. If this is too soon, baby, we can wait.” She sat and I guess thought about it. She swung her arms around my neck and kissed me.
“I will take daddy’s jet this weekend. We will be prefect for each other, baby. I just know it.” she jumped up and went into the bathroom and I let out a sigh of relief.
When her ass got the house and put it in my name, she would be the next one killed. I couldn’t chance her telling daddy or whoever else. She was as good as done. I felt bad because she was a sweet bitch. In the world where I came from, you couldn’t trust the sweetest bitch. You see Ashley’s ass was so innocent until she was backed into a corner.
19
Minka
I woke up with a headache spinning out of control. Micah wasn’t lying next to me so I already knew he was at the gym or out. Lately, he had been on the go more often and keeping late hours at night. It didn’t bother me because he made it up to me each time he was out late.
Last night, we partied so hard it reminded me of my years before I was a mother. The party we ended up at was Meghan’s party. I hadn’t spoken to her in so long that it felt great to catch up with her. She let me know about Sasha’s mental disease and she warned me to be careful. She had been relatively quiet since my move to Miami. The only thing out of the ordinary was my license plate was stolen. That could have been anybody. I was Micah’s fiancé and fans love stealing shit and selling it on EBay.
Micah came into our bedroom nice and sweaty from his morning work out. He kissed me on the mouth sloppily and went to shower. I lay in bed thinking of how I was blessed twice to have this man in my life. Miya was five months and as feisty and as much of a daddy’s girl as can be. If he was home, it was a wrap. I wouldn’t be able to hold her. She would stay in her daddy’s arms forever. I officially stopped breast-feeding her and bottle-fed her. She wasn’t latching on and it was causing a strain in our bonding. The doctor said it didn’t seem like she was missing out on nutrition. Once in a while, I would notice caked-up milk on her tongue.
I found myself glued to the TV watching the new season of The Ex’s of Miami and was fascinated on one particular woman on the screen. Patrice Fillmore, Micah’s ex. Here I was asking why he was keeping late hours and always missing and here his ass was shooting scenes with this bitch reminiscing on their old love. I knew this bitch had a motive when I approached him about their secret dinner. Women always had a motive when it came to Micah. Set aside, he dished out some good dick. But it was his pockets that kept women attracted to him.
Ashley stumbled into the living room with a bottle of Myx Moscato in her hand already. I laughed because it wasn’t even after one yet. She looked at the TV and signaled for me to turn it up. We both sat and watched the show, speechless about how involved Micah was in this episode. It was one particular scene where she was sitting on the beach with a picnic blanket and food.
“What the fuck is this, Minka? You should be worrying about why your man is on national TV with another bitch!” she yelled. I ignored her because my cellphone was ringing.
“Hi, Minka, did you forget I was coming into town? I’m at the airport a damn hour already and I’m starting to sweat!” Morocco yelled thru the phone.
“Shit, I’m coming. I’ll be there in a few.”
“Ashley, I’m not worried about Micah stepping out on me. He knows better,” I said as I left out the door, leaving Ashley to watch my baby.
20
Kareema
Ever since I was served with that gag order, I was unable to contribute anything to the show. They cut my scenes and limited my paycheck. I knew it was Milan’s ass why I was served. Why wouldn’t she let me live? I didn’t want to do nothing to her, but ruin her husband’s life. I guess I was doing something to her; she wouldn’t be able to live if it wasn’t for Donovan’s ass. Just like a nigga to go get a boogie bitch that knew nothing about his struggle. According to Wikipedia, she came from money. I watched the commercial of Milan’s new single, called Groupie Luv. I cringed at her single’s cover. The bitch was bad and I couldn’t find one thing to hate on.
I wondered if the rumors were true about her ass but pushed the thoughts out my mind when my buzzer rang. I looked at the security camera and it was Sasha standing there looking around. I hadn’t heard from the bitch since I got to Miami and she disagreed to buy me a new car or house. I was going to set her house on fire but when her little fiancé agreed to pay for my condo and car, I agreed.
The only thing I had to do was sign a statement about Sasha telling me the baby wasn’t Micah’s. Now a three-bedroom condo and nice BMW later I was living comfortable and didn’t need Donovan or his stink ass daughter. Little bitch was a daddy’s girl already. She wouldn’t know her rapist ass daddy if it wasn’t for me bringing her to California. The producers were harassing me about doing more scenes with my daughter and her father. Not to mention there was a new cast member who use to date Micah. How was I supposed to compete with that?
The only good that came into my life was my new boyfriend; he was cute, caring and he had money. I met him one night a club and we hit it off ever since. He was a rapper and up and coming but he still had money so that was a plus. He didn’t spoil me like I thought he would but he made up for that with the good dick he spoiled me with.
The only thing that seemed to be a problem was my daughter. Whenever Donovan let her come over, she was a brat and he hated it. Tavia always threw around how much money and cars her daddy had. He hated when she did that and would tell me to scold her about it. Like I said, the little bitch was spoiled and listened to no one but her daddy and his bitch.
I watched as she buzzed my intercom again and looked around frustrated. I watched her and laughed. Her crazy ass wasn’t coming into my condo. I didn’t want anything to do with her or the lies she had circulating in the press. I b
arely was able to keep my lies together these days and I didn’t need to be spotted with her conniving ass. I walked off to the bathroom to get prepared for my long day of shooting my scenes, finally.
*
I walked into Villa Blanca with my head high up, I wore a borrowed outfit but nobody else had to know. My heels clacked on the cobble stone floor that was outside of the restaurant. As I approached the private room I saw the camera and producers scattered around. I walked passed them and right into a room with three other women. There was one in particular who I saw in the tabloids. I made sure to sit next to her because I had questions. She looked over at me and smiled. Since we were waiting for the producers and cameramen to get ready, I decided to chitchat with her for a bit.
“Hi, my name is Kareema, and you are?” I decided to break the ice.
“Patrice, you’re Donovan Jackson’s ex. Right?”
“Yes, I am… I didn’t catch whose ex you are?” she sipped her wine and turned her attention back to me.
“Micah Jackson,” she responded.
“They will hassle you to get in scenes with him, so sweetie don’t go make any big purchases just yet.”
“I already have, that Bentley out front and the house over in Miami Beach is because of Micah...” She sipped her drink.
“I highly doubt that... He’s engaged. Let go, honey,” I advised.
“His engagement has nothing to do with what we have going on.”
“Alright, ladies. Be natural and please, whatever you do, don’t break anything. If you do, it will be coming out of your money,” Richard, the producer, warned us.
The rest of the filming I stayed quiet, trying to piece together what this chick just told me. If it was in fact true that Micah was cheating on Minka, I knew he would pay whatever amount of money to keep that quiet. Everyone knew she was his heart and he couldn’t lose her again. Big mouth Sally should have watched who she gloated to because I was about to cash in on her ass. Let’s see once I blackmailed Micah if he kept her as his sidepiece. The whole point of being a side bitch was to be quiet and here she was announcing it. He would drop her ass like a car with four flats. She wouldn’t be valuable to the show any longer.
I took a quick break and dialed Micah’s number. I had my ways of getting it and Patrice happened to leave her cellphone at the table while going to ‘powder her nose’--her words. I scrolled through her contacts and got his number.
“Micah, I heard you haven’t been up to good things,” I said into the phone.
“Who the hell is this?” he questioned. I rolled my eyes.
“Kareema, how are you?”
“Why the fuck you calling me? Shouldn’t you be on Donovan’s line?” he roared.
“Yeah, I will momentarily but, I heard you and Patrice Fillmore are an item… TMZ would pay big numbers to have that story out on their blogs.” I hinted around.
“I’m not fucking her so you got your sources wrong. I use to fuck her but not any longer. Go ahead sell your story and see if they won’t be coming at your ass for their money.” He hung up the phone on me. Damn, that lying bitch. Made me waste my time and she was just telling tall tales.
21
Patrice
I looked over at that nosy bitch and smirked. I bet she thought she was the star of the show. Wrong, bitch, try again. Micah loved that I was doing the show. I told him some bullshit about me needing the money and he bought it. He appeared on three of my episodes already and I already had him ready to do a few more.
As crazy as it sounded, we hadn’t slept together because he claimed he was in love with his fiancé. I wanted to fuck his ass so bad but I had to keep up my act as the caring ex-girlfriend while not over stepping that imaginary line. According to him, he claimed him and wifey were doing better than great. Just my luck. Kareema’s ass was nosey so I decided to fuck with her. Knowing her, she probably spend all her time trying figure out if it was true or not.
When I left Micah, I intentionally left to better myself. I wanted to study abroad in Africa but that plan quickly diminished when I got to Africa. I met a fine long dick African boss by the name, Amadi. Being in Africa with limited resources and not enough money will drive you crazy. After a while school wasn’t in the cards and I needed to work. I ended up borrowing money from Amadi, who had money for days. He lent me cars, money and a villa. The entire fine wining and dining came with a price, being his wife. He was fine as hell, but very controlling. I wasn’t a submissive bitch so you see why it didn’t work out.
I witnessed things that I still had nightmares about to this day. He took my passport as collateral until I could pay him back. How could I pay him back over five hundred grand, when I didn’t have anything. One night, after a sweaty sex filled night, he fell asleep. I took whatever was in his safe and took off in the night. I found a guy who could hook me up with a replacement passport. In return, I gave him the diamonds. Once I got back to the states I realized what in fact I actually did. I stole blood diamonds and pawned them off to Amadi’s enemy.
Amadi Obwalden was and is the ringleader of a blood diamond smuggling ring. I now owed him a little over a million dollars for what I took plus the expenses he fronted while I was in Africa. Amadi was born in Africa but migrated to Atlanta when he was five. He traveled back and forth to Africa for strictly business purposes.
The first person I thought to run to was my cousin Byron. He owned his own law firms so he had to have money. That idea crashed when he told me he wouldn’t lend me that type of money. So Micah was next on the list. I knew he had to have the money; he had just signed his contract when I left for Africa. His money only doubled with all the endorsement deals he had while I was gone. He could loan me that and save me from Amadi. That plan came to a halt when I ran into him in whole foods with a child. Once I did turn the TV on, I saw he was in fact engaged. He wouldn’t lend that type of money to me with a fiancé in his ears. I know I wouldn’t let my man give money to his ex-bitch so why would she?
I ended up doing this show, for the money at first. Now I was too deep in and spending my money on whatever I wanted not thinking about Amadi. He’s in Africa and I have been in the states for six months already and I haven’t heard a peep. Tricking is a part of the game and he needed to learn that.
*
“Please introduce yourself to the camera, please. The viewers need to know exactly who you are,” the producer instructed me. I fixed my lipstick and my honey colored hair and looked into the camera.
“My name is Patrice Fillmore, and I am the ex-girlfriend of Micah Johnson.”
“How did you become the ex-girlfriend of the infamous Micah Johnson?”
“Micah and I knew each other during high school and after. I was there when he signed his major contract. During that time I wanted to study in Africa, Micah didn’t want me to go because I was the love of his life. Stick around this fall for the premiere of The Real Ex’s of Miami” I winked my eye and licked my lips.
Once I was finish, I was able to leave. I happen to bump into Kareema on my way out. She was looking around being suspect and I had to approach her and let her know I knew what she was thinking.
“Did you film yet?” I asked, reapplying my lipstick. She popped a fresh piece of gum into her mouth and responded.
“Not yet, I’m about to soon. How did your taping go?”
“I’m the star of the show so you know it will be hot. One thing, don’t think you will get me off the show. I was approached not the other way around. We could run the show together and I can show you how to get down with niggas with money. Now if you choose not to get down with me, stay out my way and I’ll stay out yours.” She looked at me and stopped touching up her make-up.
“Bitch, please, if you were so call getting niggas with money you wouldn’t be here on this show and lying about being a side chick. Move out my way and let me go film.” She pushed passed me and walked into the filming room. It took everything in me not to run up on her ass and slap the shit out of her.
What did she mean I lied about being a side chick? How did she know?
I walked into my condo to complete silence. I popped open a bottle of Chardonnay and got me a huge wine glass. I didn’t stop pouring until the cup was filled and reaching the rim of the glass. I sipped the chilled wine while looking over my mail and checking my voicemail. No voicemail stuck out to me so I sat looking out the window. I finished my wine and secured my condo before I took an Ambien and drifted off to sleep.
*
I woke up to someone banging on my door; I hopped out of bed and grabbed my bat that was behind the door. I looked at my phone and noticed it was three in the morning. I crept to the door quiet not to make any noise. My heart was in my throat as I approached the front door. I quietly popped open the peep hole and blew a sigh of relief when I saw Micah standing there. I opened the door and welcomed him in.
“Micah, have you gone mad? Banging on my door like damn near scared the hell out of me.” I held my chest and blew some air out.
“Did I wake you up? I needed to clear my mind. Minka and me had a fight a little while ago and she claimed I can’t film with you,” he announced, he sat on the couch. I went and got him a drink and sat beside him.
Micah didn’t know the number one rule to a female who wanted you. Never tell a woman there is trouble in paradise with wifey. I got closer and listened to him as he told me what went down. According to him Minka had a problem with him filming with me. I rolled my eyes when he told me that little Miss perfect wanted to leave that big house and go back to her condo. I knew she would have a problem with him filming with me, especially when we talked about the type of love we shared. Viewers all across the world was team Micah and Patrice.