Ain't No Wifey 2 (6 page)

              I heard Byron downstairs doing his usual inspection of the house; he always looked around to see if I did what I had to do for the day. The other night, I forgot to wash the dishes so he made me wash every dish we owned, rather than hitting me. I prided myself on keeping a clean house but he was to the extreme.

              “Hey, Baby, how you feeling?” Byron yanked me from my thoughts.

              “I didn’t even hear you come in,” I lied.

              “How’s daddy’s little baby doing?” he asked, rubbing my belly.

              “Fine, how was work?”

              “Exhausting. My cousin is in town and wants me to represent her. I told her I wasn’t an entertainment lawyer but she was persistent,” he revealed. He took each shoe off and got undressed. His dick was already at attention and I was visibly getting sick. This routine was getting tired and old.

              Every night when Byron comes home he wanted head. He sat on the bed stroking his dick and I got down on my knees to please him. He loved the way my lips wrapped around his pole; it was like an obsession to him.

              “Urgh,” I gagged as I took all 8 inches of his penis until it reached the back of my throat. I kept stroking, sucking and deep throating his dick until he exploded in the back of my throat. The routine was quick because he would always come in a matter of seconds. Micah was a way better man than him.

              I got up and cleaned up in the bathroom, scrubbing my face with every soap product that was available. I brushed my teeth and gargled with bleach. I examined the bruise that was now a permanent part of my face. When I went out I covered it with make-up. I returned back to the room to Byron fast asleep. I kissed his forehead and covered him up. My stomach growled yet I still ignored it, even though I hadn’t eaten since yesterday morning. I lay beside him rubbing my belly and thinking about Micah. I heard he got a new house, bigger than the one before. I was happy because he needed the extra room with the new baby coming.  I closed my eyes and imagined me lying next to Micah butt naked while he caressed me.

              Thinking about it made me Horny, I slipped my fingers into my warm cave and maneuvered them around imagining they were Micah’s fingers. I started popping myself off faster and faster. The wet slippery sound made me hornier and I went faster moaning. I was silently screaming Micah’s name in my head. I was almost at my peak and I thought about Micah’s dick that night at the charity event and that was what pushed me over the edge. I felt a gush of water release as my body shook in convulsions from the mind-altering orgasm I gave myself.

*

              “Good morning, is this Bella Boutique?” I beamed.

              “Yes, how can I help you?” she asked back politely.

              “I would like to have a couple items sent to my house.”

              “That is not a problem, what is your name and what would you like?”

              “Minka Santos and I would like the Young Versace baby line; in boys. Some baby furniture in cream, I’ll let you decided what kind is the best…The more expensive the better.”

              “That is fine, what address will that be going too? You called about changing your address last week.” She questioned, I read her my address and she agreed to have the furniture and clothes delivered within the week.

              Just as I hung up the phone, Byron came into the kitchen with his morning paper and his electronic cigarette. When he puffed on that thing it mellowed him out. I smiled at him and drank some almond milk for my breakfast.  The doorbell interrupted me, Byron looked for me to answer it. I rushed to the door and almost shitted a brick when I saw Lorenzo standing on my porch. I quickly closed my robe and shut the door behind me.

              “What are you doing here?” I whispered.

              “Bitch, I’m here because Micah’s lawyer has summoned me to do the DNA test and I will be under oath when I reveal the results. I was doing this as a little side job for your ass but now that courts are involved, I’m not with it anymore.” He got up and towered over me. I looked into his eyes and could tell he wasn’t messing around with me.

              “Think of the money. I know y’all want children, this will help that become a reality.” I used this soften him up a bit. I never seen him like this and low key I was getting turned on.

              “Sasha, I’m out. I’m not about to risk my freedom for your bullshit. Leave that damn man alone and let him live his life. Obviously, you weren’t enough for him. Don’t call my wife or me. She doesn’t want anything to do with your ass either.” He stormed off the porch. I wanted to scream but knowing Byron was inside stopped me. He would beat my ass if I showed my ass outside.

              “Lorenzo, you will get yours,” I muttered as I went back into the house. I had something for his ass for sure.

12             

Micah

“Miya, you are the most beautiful little baby in the world. You need to stop making your mommy sad and start nursing,” I baby talked with my daughter. Minka had been so down lately since Miya stopped latching on to her breast. I didn’t see nothing wrong with it nonetheless Minka was so down about it I had to at least speak to my angel about it. We were finally settled into our new house and Minka was back to herself. I looked at her statements and she had a couple millions sitting in her account. Every month, money was deposited into it like clockwork.

              I wasn’t snooping but when it came to my office, I ripped it open to see what my woman was up to and I found out that she was a damn millionaire, too. Once I explained to her what happened and why her mail was opened, she sat and told me all about what transpired between her and George. That shit had me sick to my stomach; I knew it still bothered her. She cried the whole time she explained it to me. She also told me she owned some of her father’s accounting firm and that no one knew she did.

              “Micah Jackson?” I heard a sweet familiar voice ask. I turned my whole cart around and faced what I thought I lost years ago.

              “Keys… I mean Patrice? How? When?” I spit each question after another.

              “I moved here about a couple months ago. My cousin lives out here, too. How have you been?” she shifted the basket to her other hand.

              “I'm good... can’t complain. I’m shocked to see you,” I said.

              “Me too… who is this little angel?” she asked while looking at Miya.

              “This is my daughter, Miya, I’m sure you have seen the news by now,” I chuckled, slightly embarrassed.

              “No, I don’t watch TV too often. After being in Africa for almost three years you learn to do without certain stuff.”

              “So, how have you been?” I was thoroughly impressed with the women standing in front of me; seemed like she went and became something of herself. She had a damn three thousand dollar Céline bag on her arm. “What are you doing now?”

“I’m doing TV work right about now. Nothing major,” she said, keeping it short.

“Well, that’s huge, hope it all works out for you,” I complimented.

              “Thank you, it was a challenge but I am living my dream. Hey, give me your number and we can have lunch sometime next week,” she suggested. We exchanged number and went our different ways.

              Patrice was my first love that moved to Africa. She still looked the same, like Alicia Keys with cocoa brown skin. That explained why I called her Keys. She looked on the thicker side, but I guess it was from all that African cuisine over the years. I still remember the day she left me and boarded that plane. I offered that girl half of my contract money yet she still took off to Africa. The sweet smell of Dior lingered minutes after she had left the aisle.

*

“Baby, how was shopping?” Minka asked, as she helped me unload the car.

              “It…it was good,” I stuttered. I didn’t know why I felt guilty. We only exchanged numbers as friends.

              “Okay, how was the princess?  I decided to take her to the pediatrician to see why she isn’t latching on,” she sighed. I could tell this was really bothering her.

              “If that’s what you want to do baby I’m with you a hundred percent. We need to do what’s best for our daughter.” I agreed with her, I kissed her forehead and carried the remainder of the bags in the house.

              I already received a text from Patrice to meet for dinner; I didn’t know how I would explain that to Minka.

              “Bae, I’m going to hang out with some teammates tonight, is that cool with you?”

              “Go ahead, baby. I’ll catch up on some work for the studio. Donovan has been on my ass about the bookkeeping.” She switched into the kitchen. I sighed in relief, she took that better than I thought.

I arrived at the restaurant a couple minutes before Patrice arrived. I asked for a table in the back room. Once, I was seated I ordered a bottle of champagne and a couple shots of Patron. I was sweating bullets and a little nervous about ending up on a magazine cover or blog. Patrice, was escorted to the back with a black dress that left little to the imagination. I found myself licking my lips and patting my dick down. She looked good enough to lay across this table and eat. 

              “Hi, Micah, glad you were able to make it,” I pulled her chair out and pushed it back in. she smiled and grabbed her flute filled with champagne.

              “I’m surprised you called so soon.”

              “I wasn’t doing anything tonight so I figured we could catch up…. What is new with you?” she looked over her menu.

              “I got engaged and my daughter, who you met earlier,” I replied, I handed the waiter my menu and she took Patrice’s.

              “She is adorable, I know how much you wanted children when we were together. I couldn’t even bring up the subject without you wanting to go make one.” She laughed. I laughed too. We were so young then. I was glad we didn’t go through with it.

              “I did, she’s my angel. How was Africa? What did you study?” I probed.

              “I didn’t really get to study, life got in the way… you know? I came back because I was presented with a opportunity.”

              “Oh, really?” The waitress sat down our sushi and we dug in. She frowned at the food and I laughed. “You don’t like sushi?”

              “I’ve never had it, something with raw fish just doesn’t sit well with me.” I picked up a California roll with my chopstick and dipped it in soy sauce. I held it to her mouth and she took a bite. She covered her mouth while she chewed.

              “This is a California roll…nothing but avocado, shrimp, and cucumbers. Good right?” I said, before I could finish my statement, lights and cameras swarmed our table.

              “Micah, who is this bombshell? Are the rumors true, you and Minka aren’t back together?” the reporter with TMZ yelled out. I stood up and snatched the camera out his hand, while holding onto his collar. He looked terrified but I was pissed off.

              “Get the fuck out this restaurant now!” I yelled. It didn’t help, two other reporters ran through the restaurant snapping pictures.

              “Mr. Jackson, I am so sorry we are calling security and the police. We didn’t know they were in here. Your tab is on the house,” the Asian owner came out and said. He escorted the reporter I had in my hands out.

              “Hi, I’m with TMZ can you please get in together for this picture,” the other scrawny white reporter said, holding his camera up.

              “The police are on their way, you must leave this restaurant. Mr. Jackson, I will escort you and your guest to your car.” I grabbed Patrice’s hand while leaving out the back of the restaurant. My mind was racing. Minka stayed on Mediatakeout and other tabloid websites so I knew she would see it. We ended up cutting our dinner short. We made promises to do lunch in a couple days.

                                                                                    *

I arrived at home to Minka, sitting on the chaise with her iPad in her hand. From the look on her face I could tell she was mad. I didn’t even need to say anything before her ass was on me cursing me out.

              “I didn’t know your teammates looked like that, Micah… you give me this ring and house so you could continue to play the bachelor? ” she yelled, while hitting me on my arms. I didn’t bother to move, her little hands were doing nothing.

              “Baby, I ran into an old friend and she wanted to meet for dinner. I haven’t seen her in three years since she moved to Africa.”

              “Let me get this right. You lie to me about going to hang with you teammates so you could go eat with your ex-bitch.” She hit me in the head with her shoe. I forgot I told her about Patrice and how she left me for Africa. Damn!

              “When you say it like that, it sounds bad but it ain’t like that.” I tried to convince her, she wasn’t hearing it.

              “Nigga, I don’t care if you were meeting the pope, it would still sound shady as hell. Then you holding her hand and feeding her food like y’all a happy couple,” she spat.

              “She never had sushi so I gave her some and I was helping her out the restaurant. The paparazzi were ruthless.”

              “So, let that bitch find her own way. She found her way to the restaurant and I bet it was paparazzi in front.” She held her hand on her hips.

              “Baby, you cold. You the only girl I want. I don’t want her,” I convinced her.

              “You better not. Let me hear something else again and I’m straight punching you in the face.” She rolled her eyes.