Ain't No Wifey by J. Jahquel

Author:J., Jahquel [J., Jahquel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Royalty Publishing House
Published: 2014-06-29T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Milan sashayed into Beso restaurant, irritated she was missing class and, most importantly, a test she paid for the answers to. She was dressed in a pair of jeans, an off the shoulder sweater with a pair of brown Jimmy Choo knee-length boots. Milan was killing her outfit and she knew it. If her mother taught her one thing, it was to dress to kill. She walked to the hostess station, to a girl who looked to be the same age as her, smiling.

“I’m here for the Jackson party.” Milan forged a smile, however the annoyance was evident in her voice.

“Hello, you’re seated upstairs in the VIP area. Follow me, please.” The hostess signaled for Milan to follow.

Milan followed behind her to until she took her to a lounge area with couches, tables and a private bar. Milan spotted Donovan sitting with a skinny girl who looked like she hadn’t ate in a week. She smiled and sat down across from them and sat her Céline bag down beside her. To say she was jealous wasn’t the case. Milan felt infuriated at the fact Donovan texted her on a daily basis as well as claimed Milan was the type of woman he needed although he was sitting with the next chick who was holding her Chanel bag for dear life.

“Hello, Donovan. What are you doing here?” Milan questioned curiously.

“I was just about to ask you the same question, ma. Nah, but I’m here for my aunt. She invited me for some announcement my cousin got.”

“Who’s your cousin?”

“Micah.”

“Oh, okay. I haven’t met Micah yet, this will be my first time... crazy, right?” Milan mocked. She turned her attention to the girl next to him. She figured she would introduce herself to the toothpick herself since Donovan wasn’t.

“Hi, my name is Milan. I occasionally talk to Donovan and you are?” Milan spoke, her voice laced in pure sarcasm.

“My name is Sasha and I’m Donovan’s wifey, thank you very much.” Sasha smirked.

“Oh, shit, you’re his wife? Can I see your ring? I love looking at rings. My sister just got engaged and her shit is huge. I wanna see whose is bigger.” Milan perked up. She knew Donovan wasn’t married. This was the classic ‘he won’t marry me so let me make up a title’ situation.

“We’re not married, Milan.” Donovan cut in. He was trying to hold back his laugh since Milan’s sense of humor had him on the edge of pissing his pants. He told Sasha she didn’t need to come but she insisted on coming anyway. Granted, he didn’t know Milan would be there. Hell, he didn’t even know she was Minka’s sister but now looking at her he noticed similarities and especially in the body department. But he had no idea that Milan’s was bought and Minka’s was natural.

“Donovan, deal with your popcorn hoes, please. I don’t need to explain my place in his life.” Sasha sighed.

Milan wasn’t fazed, calling some woman a hoe would make them mad but it did the exact opposite for Milan.

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