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

it was a little heartier than chicken soup. She poured the tea into the cup adding sugar, lemon juice and cough drops for added relief. Minka carefully walked up the stairs and brought it into the room.
    Micah had moved to the sitting area. He had his shirt off, which turned Minka on. Micah’s chest and arms were covered in tattoos. Micah’s physique reminded her of Rick Ross; she wanted to jump his bones right there.
    “I made you some soup ,” Minka announced, unaware that she had startled Micah.
    “How long you been here? I thought something came up I hadn’t heard from you since last night.”
    “Sit down so you can eat. I heard you were sick,” Minka confidently ordered.
    “It’s something small to a giant ,” He said, trying to downplay how he really felt; which was like shit.
    Minka sat the tray on the nightstand and handed Micah the soup. She sat down beside him while he ate like he hadn’t ate in a while.
    “ You eating Minkay Minka’s homemade right there.” Minka joked.
    “This shit is good ! You don’t look like you cook.”
    “There’s a lot of stuff I look like I don’t do.” She smiled devilishly.
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    Later on that night , the two sat in Micah’s theater room watching Madea’s Family Reunion . Minka sat on Micah’s lap eating Reese’s Pieces while Micah caressed her small, manicured feet.
    “Why were you playing ball last night if you were sick?” Minka asked
    “Baby, what are you talking about?” Micah asked , confused.
    “Donovan said you played ball last night. If you’re sick, why are you playing ball?” Micah burst out laughing making Minka irritated. She didn’t see what was so funny when she asked a simple question.
    “What the hell is so damn funny?” Minka caught a slight attitude.
    Micah had finally stopped laughing and wiped the tears out the corner of his eyes.
    “Baby, I play for the NFL so sick or not I had to play regardless.”
    Minka ’s mouth hung wide open. She was shocked; she usually could spot a man worth something. Micah didn’t give her the aurora. When Micah told her he owned a studio she believed him. She never thought he was NFL player. God really did worked in mysterious ways.
    “Is that why my family was drooling over you ? I should have known. Grampy is a diehard football fan.”
    “He and your great uncles . While you were helping your cousin change her baby, I signed over a thousand things for them.” He laughed. Micah liked her family. They were good people.
    “Why didn’t you tell me you were a football player? ” Minka asked curious as to why Micah would hide who he was.
    Minka would have never admit it, but she was happy Micah didn’t reveal who he was. She would be so involved in his money that she would have never got to know the man that stood before her. Micah was caring, loving and attentive; all the things Minka would never divulge that she needed in a man.
    “I’ve been with bitches who just wanted me for money . Once they got what they wanted, they dipped to the next nigga. I wanted to see who you really are. Are you one of them hoes? Or are you special.”
    “So what am I?” Minka looked Micah in the eye.
    “You’re as special as special can get.” Micah pinched her thigh. “You’re so special and I cherish this time we spent together today, I hope there will be more days.”
    Minka looked down at the floor. Even though she felt like a hoe, Micah saw her as someone special and that melted her heart. Micah lifted her face and puckered his lips. Minka put her lips right where he wanted them; on his. Micah was really feeling Minka and he didn’t want her to leave. He wanted to know everything about her. She was a little guarded but he was confident he could chip away the brick that clouded her heart.
    “ You staying with me tonight. I don’t