Ain't No Wifey 2 (10 page)

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.

              “I’m sorry to hear that. I don’t want to break y’all up so I insist you stop filming with me,” I said, not meaning any of what I spoke.

              “I’m not about to stop filming with you because she wants me to. We’re not doing anything wrong so why stop? I know it’s helping you with ratings and I owe you that much,” he replied, while caressing my bare thigh.

              I looked at him in the eyes and kissed his lips, shockingly he returned the kiss with so much aggression that I opened my legs and welcomed him on top of me. He kissed my lips, face and chest and I wined my hips while letting out soft moans. He stopped abruptly and looked me in the eyes.

              “I can’t do this, Keys. I love Minka too much to hurt her. I promised her once I put that ring on her finger I wouldn’t hurt her anymore.” He got up and fixed his clothes.

              “Micah, home girl don’t give a fuck about you at all. If she did then you wouldn’t be banging on my door at three in the morning,” I bluntly stated. He looked at me and ran his hands over his face.

              “Keys, I got to go make it right with her. I owe this to my daughter and her to make it work.” He kissed me on the forehead and headed to the door.

              “You know a child isn’t a reason to stay… I love you Micah,” I whispered. By the time to words left my lips he was already out the door.

              I threw my head back on the couch and looked at the ceiling. I regretted ever leaving to Africa. If I didn’t leave, I would be living in that house and driving that car. I would be the mother of his child and I wouldn’t have to be hiding out from crazy ass Amadi. I went back to bed and thought about Micah the whole time I tossed and turned.

22

Kirk

              I stepped outside the gates of Riker’s Island with nothing but pure hate and revenge on my heart. I had one person and one person alone I needed to kill and that was Juelz. I heard through the grapevine about Juelz being a snitch. I also learned about Minka and Ashley; shooting him and killing my brother, Snuff.

During my stay in that hell hole, I thought of a million ways I was going to fuck and kill Minka and Ashley but it all made sense when I took them out of the equation. If Snuff weren’t being so greedy and listened to me, Juelz wouldn’t have anything to give the FEDS. He shouldn’t have forced Ashley to kill Juelz; he should have known that would back-fire. I knew his ass was going to go down sooner than later. Now he was the reason I was caught up in this whole case. If he didn’t get over his head being greedy, we would have never let a snake like Juelz into our corner.

              The thing about New York is every one knows everyone, and if you don’t, I’m sure you have a cousin who does. Minka and I went way back, back to her senior year in high school. I had just came home from the army and needed money. My brother put me on to his business, and it turned it into what it was. Minka and I messed around for a year before she and Juelz eventually got together.

Truth be told, the reason why Minka is such a material girl is my fault and my fault alone. I splurged on her every chance I got. All her Louis Vuitton bags and Gucci bags were because of me. Even while she dated Juelz we still fucked around behind his back. Juelz wasn’t making money, I was. Minka was having a hard time adjusting to a broke nigga. But like I told her, stay pretty and men will give you the world. Now look at her ass engaged to football star, Micah Johnson.

              I didn’t want to kill Minka and Ashley, but if they pushed me I had no choice. Ashley was my nieces and nephew aunt; I didn’t want to kill her. But I would, if pushed. What I did want was money and some start up funds. I also needed help with taking down Juelz. I knew he wasn’t going to be easy getting to since he cheated death.

Agent Ramez wanted so bad to take down my brother and me. He woke up every morning with a hard on thinking about it. Ramez wanted my brother or me behind bars because we were the reason for the death of his brother. His brother was a corner boy for me before I had to shoot his whole face off. He thought because his older brother worked with the Feds that he could steal and do whatever he wanted.

That didn’t matter to me because soon as I found out I took his face off and let him rot in an alley in the Bronx. Ramez never got over that day three years ago. He made it his life mission to take at least one of us down. Being that my brother was dead I was the one with the target on my back.

              I got into the car that was waiting for me over the bridge; I wouldn’t dare let anyone know who picked me up. I knew the pigs were watching me closely. The fact I walked out of there with no bail or bonds had them upset. They didn’t have proof and their snitch was now in Miami trying to get revenge.

              “What’s good? How you been, nigga?” I asked, my main nigga, Lace. He was a homie from around the way and the only nigga I could trust to keep me being home a secret. Although we didn’t do business together he was guaranteed to hold a nigga down.

              “Nah, son, no problem how was you holding in there?”

              “As good as you can be when the pigs got you locked in a cage. You got what I asked for?” I got straight to business.

              “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t. Here’s your ticket. I got you a hotel room and rental in Miami as soon as you land. My man is going to meet you at the airport and take you to where everything is. I got word from Kola he left a couple weeks but she don’t know where, his moms told me he in Miami though. So I know that’s where he will be. I got one request,” he said, looking at me in the eye, while driving.

              “What?”

              “Don’t touch a little hair on Minka’s head. That’s my cousin and I will kill for her. Her hand was pushed, I’m sorry that it was your brother on the other end of that gun.”