Ain't No Wifey by Jahquel J. Read Free Book Online Page A

her to California so she packed and left on the first flight. Ever since the cook-out at her Great- grandparents’ house, Micah and Minka had been talking, texting and face-timing every day. When Minka wasn’t talking to Micah, she spent her time thinking about him. She was so wrapped up in him that she couldn’t think straight. The feelings she felt for him were magical. It made her feel like she was a new woman. Micah made Minka feel like a teenager first discovering love. She didn’t feel like the used and abused woman she usually felt like.
                  Minka got dressed. She was rocking a pair of jeans, tank top, and some Jordan 4s with a fedora hat. She grabbed her bag, sunglasses and rental car keys before she left. She was meeting Micah at his house in Calabasas so she had a little drive ahead of her, especially since she wasn’t familiar with California.
    Minka pulled up to the gate of the mansion. She checked her phone three times to make sure she had the address correct but each time she checked, the address was correct. She buzzed the intercom. A voice that she somewhat recognized came through the intercom..
    “Who are you here for?”
    “Hi, I’m here for Micah.”
    “Come right through.” The voice said.
    Minka pulled through the gates and drove up a driveway that led to a six car garage. She spotted Donovan standing next to a Porsche so she pulled in next to him before turning off the car. Minka stepped out into the breezy October weather. She rubbed her arms, upset that she didn’t bring a sweater.
    “What’s good? Minka, right?” Donovan reached out for a hug.
    “Damn , you don’t remember my name? You don’t meet too many people named Minka.” Minka returned the hug.
    “My bad . My mind be gone sometimes. Welcome to Cali.”
    “Thanks, where Micah?”
    “He inside. Go up the stairs and make a left down the hall and there’s a room with two doors. He played a game last night even though he was sick. That nigga is Superman.” Donovan jumped into his car. He rolled down his window when he saw Minka trying to say something.
    “Huh?”
    “Game?” Minka asked confused.
    “Yeah . Take care of my boy.” Donovan waved as he pulled off. Minka shrugged her shoulders and continued to the house.
                  Minka walked in the house and was amazed at how immaculate it was. The double staircase wrapped around into the foyer with a beautiful, white leather, four-seat ottoman in the middle of both stair cases. Minka continued up the stairs while she followed the directions Donovan gave her. She came across the room with the double doors. Inside of it, was a white room with a huge, California four-pillar, onyx bed with black and white satin sheets and pillows.
    When she walked in , on her left and right were two doors. Minka quickly opened to see that inside were his and hers closets. A little further in the room, to the right, remained a bathroom the size of Minka’s living room. Minka was use to the finer things. But they usually included expensive hotels. She was never invited to a man’s house. The view Micah had from his bay window was truly breath–taking.
    In the bed , Micah laid sleeping unaware that Minka was even in the room. Minka put her bag down and started to look for the kitchen. She wanted to make him some soup and tea. She finally found the kitchen and just like the rest of the house, it was exquisite. The kitchen contained stainless steel appliances, two ovens, and two refrigerators. One was completely see-through for fruits and vegetables, while the other was for all other food items. The kitchen also had a wine dispenser stocked with expensive wine. Centered in the middle of the kitchen, sat a granite island with eight barstools. Minka didn’t cook much but she loved the kitchen; particularly the wine dispenser.
                  Two hours later, Minka cooked a beef based soup with potatoes, shrimp, broccoli and carrots; she figured