Ain't No Wifey

by Jahquel J.

  Minka was in Miami, again, but with George. They had gone to a Gala last night. He left in the morning to go back to Dallas so Minka left the hotel and went to stay in her condo in Miami. Minka was appreciative to have a home in Miami because she was so sick and tired of staying in hotels. It just reminded her of her occupation: Fucking for money.

  Minka sat on the tub; she had just finished painting her toes. Tonight, she was going to meet up with her friends, Meghan and Sasha, who were sisters. Minka met Sasha and Meghan when she needed promotional work done for her twenty-first birthday bash. After working so hard together on Minka’s party they became friends. They have been friends ever since, but Meghan and Minka were closer than Sasha. Sasha played fake with Minka, acting like they were best friends, when in reality she couldn’t stand her.

  Meghan and Sasha were the most known party promoters in Miami and owned a PR company in Miami. They both were 5’7 and weighed no more than 110 pounds each, with brown flawless skins, high cheek bones, and model figures. Meghan sometimes did runway work with the up and coming designers in the industry.

  Body party by Ciara started playing and Minka ran to her phone to answer it. She looked at her phone and didn’t recognize the number but answered anyway.

  “Hello?” Minka answered.

  “I see you’re in Miami. You couldn’t call or anything.” Minka immediately knew who the caller was.

  “Austin, you and I are done. After what you did to me last time we were together I had to get stitches in my anal.” she lied hoping that would deter him.

  She wanted no parts of Austin. His money was long but he was too rough the last time and careless by ejaculating in her. She hung up the phone before he could respond. She got an alert from her bank that indicated thirty grand was deposited into her account and a text message from Austin.

  I paid for a weekend of fun so meet me at the Marriott tonight. Don’t keep me waiting or I won’t be so nice.

  Minka shook her head she wasn’t going nowhere near his crazy ass. But she couldn’t help thinking about his threat; Austin couldn’t be that crazy…or was he?

  ***

  Minka, Meghan, and Sasha walked into the house party like they owned it. Minka was dressed in knee length, hot pink skirt with the matching crop top. She had on a pair of nude, ankle strapped Versace pumps, with the matching bag. Her curves were out for the world to see in the body con material. Her hair was straight hanging down her back while her makeup was flawless. Meghan and Sasha were dressed equally cute with white dresses different designs and red pumps. They usually dressed similar.

  Sasha’s boyfriend was throwing a party in a mansion tonight and Sasha was on the guest-list. She managed to get Minka and Meghan in too. The house was packed back-to-back with women dancing with men. Cups of liquor were being passed around in conjunction with the weed. Donovan, Sasha’s boyfriend, came and greeted Minka and Meghan.

  “Damn, little mama is fine as hell.” He pulled Minka into a hug while he admired her backside. Sasha rolled her eyes.

  “If you don’t get away from me.” Minka laughed as Sasha pulled Donovan next to her. Minka noticed the shade Sasha was throwing but didn’t pay it no mind. Who wouldn’t be jealous of her? Sasha’s dog wanted some meat not a bone.

  Minka left Sasha and Meghan and walked to the kitchen to pour herself something to drink. She poured a cup of Ciroc and with pineapple juice. She didn’t want to drink too much since she was unaware of her surroundings.

  “Tonight must be my lucky night or it must be fate.” A man leaned against the counter.

  “I don’t believe in luck and I damn sure don’t believe in fate.” Minka faced the fine ass teddy bear of a man. She hadn’t felt butterflies in her stomach in so long that, at first, she thought it was gas.

  “Man you got to believe in something. If not, Then what do you live for?” Micah quizzed.

  “Myself and my grandparents.” Minka shot back.

  Micah wondered what happened to this girl to turn her so cold. He had lost her number when he lost his phone. He hadn’t even wanted to come out tonight, but his cousin, Donovan, convinced him to party with him. Micah was glad he did.

  Minka sat on the barstool looking at Micah. She wanted to be mad at him for not calling her but; on the other hand, she couldn’t help but be happy that she was in his presence again once again. Their brief encounters were not enough for her and the butterflies in her stomach were telling her she was feeling him but she didn’t want to believe it. For all she knew, he probably had a girl now.

  “What you thinking about?” Micah whispered in her ear. His cool breath blew against her skin, she couldn’t help but blush.

  “How I’m getting home.” The party wasn’t her scene and she wasn’t in the mood to sit around while her friends cuffed with their men, so she was ready to go.

  “I could drive you home if you want.”

  “I don’t know you might be a crazy man,” she flirted back.

  “Well, then you’re just gonna have to believe that I’m not.”

  Micah helped Minka into the car before he got into the driver’s seat. Minka looked around the Nissan maxima, she hadn’t been in one since she got her BMW. She admired the nice interior and the newer model, her old car didn’t look like this one.

  “It ain't much, but it’s mine,” Micah said, turning the car on.

  “It’s nothing wrong with it, I had one before I got my new car. This is newer than the one I had.”

  “Oh okay cool. Where do you stay at?” Micah grabbed his GPS. Minka laughed at him not knowing his way around Miami.

  “Boy, I will direct you to my place, put that away.”

  Micah pulled up to Minka’s condo and turned off the car, Minka was a little nervous about if she should kiss him or just thank him and get out the car. Micah turned toward Minka the best his big body could and looked into her eyes. Minka looked back into his and never said a word, her phone started ringing and she saw it Meghan.

  “Thank you for driving me home, I guess you aren’t a killer.” Minka chuckled.

  “You’re still not in your house you don’t know that,” Minka shot back.

  “Nah, I truly do thank you for getting me home and for the conversation. You’re cool.”

  “Cool? That’s all,” Minka asked.

  “I don’t really know you so I can’t tell. And seeing I had to re meet you at a party after I gave you my number, you’re lucky I said cool.”

  “Ah, so you were mad I didn’t call? Listen ma, I don’t have no reason to lie or play childish games, If I wasn’t feeling you I wouldn’t have come up to you and spoke. I lost my phone and I didn’t set that iCloud shit on my phone so I lost everything, I never got your last name so I couldn’t even hit you up on Facebook,” Micah explained.

  “I see. I wasn’t worried I just wondered why you didn’t text or call, nothing major.”

  “Ight good, I like you and would like to get to know you, so this time take my number and call me.” Micah reached for Minka’s phone. She handed him her phone and he locked his number in. Minka leaned across the arm rest and planted a kiss on Micah’s cheek before she got out the car, she bent down and looked into the window.

  “Make sure you set up your iCloud, have a good night.” She winked and switched into the building while Micah looked at her wide, round ass.

  Chapter Six

  Micah Johnson was a bad boy turned good man.

  He was born to Sharlean and Michael Johnson. Sharlean was medical assistant while Michael was a pediatrician. Micah was raised to be a god-loving, honest man. He turned out to be the opposite. Micah started stealing and selling drugs at fourteen and was arrested. He spent two years in a juvenile detention center. When he was released at sixteen, Micah picked up football. Afterwards, he distanced himself away from Donovan, whom was still heavily involved in the streets. What killed Micah was his cousin was so talented musically – he could make a beat out of anything.

  Micah graduated high schoo
l with a full scholarship to Duke University to play football. Soon after he was drafted into the NFL. At twenty-two, he was signed to the San Diego Chargers with a two year deal for $11.2 million as a defensive liner backer. He also had endorsement deals.

  A couple months after he signed his contract, his father, Michael, died from a stroke. Micah was devastated that the man who taught him how to be a man was gone and now he had to step up and look out for his mother. A year after his father’s death, Sharlean got remarried to his stepfather, who Micah loved as if he were his own father.

  Micah got his cousin Donovan off the corner selling rocks and moved him to LA. He opened a studio where Donovan could produce; He was one of the most sought out producers in LA and had a lot of celebrity clientele.

  Micah was now twenty- four and in the prime of his career, he was a millionaire athlete that could have any woman he wanted but he didn’t want just any woman, he wanted that woman. He wanted a woman who demanded attention when she walked in the room, a woman who could hold a conversation and bring something to the table more than just good looks and pussy. He wanted a woman who he could bring to a meeting who would understood everything that went on. Actually, he didn’t want that type of woman he needed that type of woman.

  Micah was a big man and knew females only wanted him because his money. He was a handsome man; he just didn’t have the rock hard abs most women craved in a man. Micah wasn’t one of the athletes that frequented the blogs or out in the club partying popping bottles every night. He wasn’t even a dater, he dated one person in the last four years; it ended because she went to study abroad in Africa and Micah was signed to his team. If women didn’t know who he was, he didn’t tell them. If they made it pass his qualifications, then he eventually told them.

  ***

  “What time you came in last night?” Micah looked up at Donovan who just woke up.

  “Do you always wake up this damn early? You need to let loose. You up early working out and it’s Saturday morning.”

  Donovan was oblivious that it was one in the afternoon. Micah finished doing his push-ups before walking to the kitchen to get a drink of water. Donovan sat at the bar with his sun glasses on and cup of Gin and lemonade.

  Donovan and Micah were night and day. Micah didn’t drink, smoke, or party. He loved waking up early and working out or just to walk in the hills when he was in California. It was rarely a time Micah slept in and if he did, Donovan thought the world would be ending soon.

  Donovan, on the other hand, smoked, drank, and partied. He was a regular on the club scene whether it was New York, Miami, or California. His motto was work hard and play harder. He worked his ass off in the studio to afford the life he was living. He enjoyed life and appreciated the opportunity Micah gave him. He tried to get Micah to stop taking his self seriously all the time so he could enjoy it too.

  “Nigga, it’s one in the afternoon. Maybe if you wasn’t out all night you would know that.”

  “What you getting into today?” Donovan ignored his cousin’s remark.

  “Going out,” Micah answered and left to go get dressed.

  ***

  Micah pulled up to Minka’s condominium and parked his car. He continued to the front desk where a girl, who looked no older than sixteen, was sitting reading People magazine.

  “What apartment is Minka in?” he asked unsure of her last name.

  “OMG! You’re Micah Johnson. I swear my dad loves you.” The girl threw her magazine down.

  “Thank you, but can you please tell me her apartment number?” Micah asked politely again.

  The girl looked in the computer and back at Micah.

  “Are you a relative? She doesn’t have many visitors and they all have to be announced when they do come.” The girl looked back at Micah.

  “How about I give you an autograph for your dad, and we keep this between me and you.”

  “She’s on the fifth floor apt 5F.” she pointed to the elevators and snapped a picture of Micah signing her People magazine.

  “I’m so gonna Instagram this,” she squealed.

  Micah took the elevator to the fifth floor and walked down the hall until he came to Apt 5F. He could hear Minka singing her heart out to Your Love by Nicki Minkaj. Micah laughed to himself before he knocked on the door. He heard the music stop and high heels clack against the floor coming to the door.

  Minka opened the door.

  “Hi, Micah,” she greeted Micah, stepping aside to allow him in.

  “I was in the neighborhood and wanted to see if you wanted to go out for lunch,” Micah lied. He really just wanted to see her again.

  “Come in and take a seat. How did you get pass the front desk?” Minka probed and walked to the kitchen.

  “I made an arrangement with the girl at the front.” Micah walked in and sat in the living room. Minka’s condo had floor to ceiling windows with Tiffany blue curtains and matching furniture. The kitchen overlooked the living room. He wondered what she did to afford to live like this. Minka came out the kitchen with two wine glasses filled with red wine. She handed Micah his and sat across from him and crossed her legs.

  “Going somewhere?” Micah asked. Minka was dressed in a white Maxi dress with mint green wedges and a matching blazer.

  “A BBQ my Great-grandparents are throwing. I promised I would stop by.” She sipped her wine.

  “That’s cool, let me take you out tonight.”

  “You can come along if you’re not doing nothing,” Minka offered with butterflies in her stomach. Micah nodded his head and finished his wine, he was happy he followed his gut and came by her house, and he was looking forward to spending the day with her.

  “I'm running a little late because my rental car is late getting here.” It was Fourth of July weekend so she knew the rental company was busy with a lot of other orders.

  “Don’t worry I’ll drive.” Micah dangled his keys playfully in her face. Minka turned her lights off, cranked her AC up and grabbed her pocketbook.

  Chapter Seven

  Minka was in the kitchen, with her grandmother, while Micah helped her grandfather fire up the grill. Minka watched Micah through the kitchen window, she thought he was so damn fine and his smile just did something to her. She loved standing next to him. He made her look like a midget because he was 6’5 and she was only 5’1.

  “When you became a chubby chaser?” Edna teased, which made Minka upset.

  “I'm not a chubby chaser, and please don’t call him that.”

  “Child, you better relax yourself. He seems like a good guy and I know enough to know that you don’t just bring men home, so he must be special.”

  “I don’t know about that yet, but he’s something close to it.”

  “You never lose by loving, you lose by holding back. So, baby, let your walls down and get to know that man. You might fall in love,” Edna encouraged.

  Minka shook her head and grabbed the bowl before heading out to the patio with Micah and Harry. Harry poured Minka a drink and the trio sat on the patio while they looked out at the beach front view.

  “How’s your mother, baby?” Harry inquired.

  “You know Morocco is never pleasant to be around.” Morocco didn’t keep in touch with her grandparents, she barely sent Christmas cards.

  “That girl always had the attitude of a fat man in the desert. Miserable.”

  “Of course, Gramps.” Minka flashed a smile.

  The sun was setting and the fireworks were starting soon. Micah and Minka walked along the beach while the BBQ went on. All Minka’s cousins were drooling over Micah and she couldn’t figure out why. Her grandfather wouldn’t let her get near Micah. He kept him at the table with him and all her great uncles talking smack. Minka was able to steal him away and decided to walk along the beach, she wanted to see where his head was.

  “Is there something you’re not telling me?” Minka asked breaking the silence.

  “What you mean?” Micah played dumb.

  He
asked her Family not to say anything about who he was and they happily agreed. Edna was shocked that her granddaughter brought Micah to the cook out and didn’t know who he was. Edna knew her granddaughter was shallow and attracted to money like a fly on shit; something she did get from her mother. Edna and Harry knew he had to be special for Minka to bring Micah around family, though she played down the situation.

  “I mean like my family are all over you, my grandfather wouldn’t let you out his sight and my cousins had you in a huddle for like a damn hour.”

  “Were you jealous I didn’t spend time with you?” Micah spoke in baby talk. Minka laughed then punched him in the arm. She had been feeling like that and it scared her. Usually she didn’t care what niggas did one way or another.

  “Shut up, you’re crazy,” She responded.

  They found the perfect place on the beach to watch the fireworks. Micah sat down on a lawn chair and Minka sat on his lap while he rubbed her arms.

  “You cold?” Micah asked when he felt goose bumps rise on her arms.

  “No, it’s beautiful out tonight.”

  Micah smiled to himself. He now knew he caused the goose bumps on her arms. It was something about her that made him feel like protecting her. He felt that she had innocence about her he wanted to keep her innocent. Little did he know, Minka was far from innocent.

  When the fireworks started, Minka stared at the sky not wanting to be anywhere but where she was. She couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. She was glad Micah showed up at her house. Micah was happy Minka took the incentive to invite him.

  Micah kissed Minka on the neck which made butterflies jump all around her stomach. Minka turned around and kissed Micah so passionately. She stuck her tongue down his throat with so much force; it was like she wanted to kiss his soul. Minka didn’t want nothing from this man but him, she didn’t care if he didn’t have money she would provide it. She just wanted his love and compassion. Minka decided she was going to take Edna’s advice. She was going to let go and let GOD.