Ain't No Wifey 2 (2 page)

              “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.

              “You real rude. You take me to your hotel room without feeding me, got me snacking on this stale shit,” she joked.

              “What you want to eat?” I took my shirt off and let her see the portrait of Miya I had on my chest. She got out the bed, looked at it and then she kissed it. I lifted her face and kissed her on the lips. I pulled her dress over her head and pushed her back on the bed. She hesitated a little bit.

              “Stop fighting it! I’m about to give you what you want.”

              “I can’t go there with you, Micah,” she said barely above a whisper. I knew Minka’s body like I knew my own. She wanted this more than me.

              “Your body still looks the same if not better. Stop being insecure and open them legs.” I saw her trying to cover the few stretch marks that covered her love handles. She was three months from having a baby and, in my opinion, she looked phenomenal.

              “In clothes I feel good. I just can’t get over my stretch marks,” she replied, covering her body back up. Once again I pulled it off her body and now forcefully spread her thick buttermilk, soft legs. I didn’t waste any time sticking my tongue in and out of her creamy opening. I felt her hand gently follow the directions of my waves. I spread her pussy lips as far as I could and sucked the life out her clit. I was like a vacuum cleaning the floor. Every juice she leaked I lapped it up on to my lips.

              I felt her hips rotating as I inserted two fingers into her pussy. It was amazing after a human came through there, it still remained intact. Her moans came louder along with the slurping I was doing down below.

              “Micah, please, I’m begging you,” she pleaded. It fell on deaf ears. She gripped the headboard and I hadn’t even begun to pull my dick out. I took my fingers out her kitty and held them to her lips; she tasted her own natural flavors. She licked my finger seductively, which turned me on. Her hips were now on full rotation and her nails were in my back. I felt her legs about to shake so I stopped and French kissed her twat before I stood up to disrobe.

              “Damn Minka,” I licked my lips for the tenth time. Her body was amazing. Matter fact her body was a problem and I was about to become a problem solver. I whipped my dick out and stroked it a few times while she continued to roll her hips like Shakira. I got in between them thick thighs and slapped my dick on her pussy.

              “Where’s your condom? I can’t be getting pregnant,” she whined. I knew she wanted it bad. I wrapped my hands around her hair and yanked it up to my face. I looked into her eyes and kissed the lips I missed so much. She loved to get her hair pulled.

              “I don’t give a fuck. If I give you another one of my seeds, you and them will be well taken care of. That ain’t even relevant right now. I want a son and you the only woman about to give me one,” I demanded, slipping my bare dick into her gushy wetness. She jerked back at first, then she started moving those hips. I started thinking Shakira might have some competition.

              “You missed me?” I asked while slamming my dick in and out of her, with her hair still wrapped around my hand. The headboard sounded like it would break any minute. The occupants in the next room were banging on the wall but I couldn’t care less.

I slipped out of her and rolled over on my back then lifted her and positioned her on my pole. She gasped at first; still she took it like a champ. She bounced up and down while massaging my balls. I think my eyes rolled in the back of my head for a minute because when I looked back, her back was turned and she was riding me backward cowgirl. I slapped her ass and watched it jiggle. I reached around slipped my fingers in her pussy. The faster she rode the more urge I got to grab hold of her waist and slam it down hard on my dick as she screamed for the good Lord. I heard more ‘I love you Micahs’ than I heard when we were in a relationship.

              “I love you, Minka. You hear me?” I continued to slam her down hard. She ran her hand through her hair while squeezing them pussy muscles together. I slammed down harder since I didn’t get a response.

              “You hear me?” I tightened my grip on her hair.

              “I looove you, Micah. I dooo, baby,” she squealed. I felt her juices leak down our legs. I wasn’t far behind her but I flipped her over on her stomach and tapped her ass to bring it up. She put that ass up and I slip into it like ease. I grabbed hold of the headboard and pumped in and out of her occasionally tapping my snake on her ass.  I felt the nut building up and I released myself deep inside her.

              I rolled onto my back and pulled her into my arms. She was so weak she just lay on my sweaty chest quietly. I rubbed my hands in her hair and kissed her forehead.

              “I want my family back. I had enough of this tit for tat... let me know if you want to make this work or nah?” I told her. I was tired of asking.

              “Yes,” she said.

              “No, do you really hear me? I’m done with these games. You know I never fucked Sasha in my life. So please knock it off with that shit. You the one I proposed to and want to carry my last name. I was a coward and ran when I found out about your past. Now, I am here and I’m willing to do what I have to do to make this work.” I kissed her lips roughly.

              “I get that but you have a girl. Lisa. Did you forget? I need you to be exclusive to me and me only. I’m not messing around with nobody and I haven’t been.”              

              “Lisa ain’t my girl. We fuck around and that’s it. At the end of the day, she got a husband. She could never be my girl.”

              “Look who’s sleeping with married women now,” she giggled. I pulled her on top of me and looked her in her eyes.

              “Don’t ever worry about any woman taking your place. Where you sit in my heart nobody has ever has been. You and Miya are my hearts so never think I will choose some random bitch before y’all. Right now I’m here for the rest of the season but I want y’all back with me here. Ya grandparents miss you and my parents want Miya around more. Come home, bae,” I kissed her lips. She nodded her head yes. I didn’t know how true it was but time would tell. Sasha, wanted to play games, I was about to show her how it was played.

5

Milan

I sat in the kitchen of my newly remodeled five bedrooms, six-bathroom house located in Beverly Hills. I tapped my fingernails on the granite countertop anxious for what I was waiting for. My alarm on my phone went off. I headed off toward my half bath off the kitchen. My Valentino studded strapbacks clacked against the imported Italian marble as I made my way to the bathroom.