Wifey: Part 1

“I can give you a full body massage if you want,” I said.

“Not now. Maybe later. Yo, I’m still thinking about Mia stressing me more about why I didn’t come home than she was about the detectives and what they wanted. She was blowing up my muthafuckin’ phone. I was surprised that shit ain’t wake you up.”

“When I sleep, I’m usually out cold,” I said, continuing to massage his shoulders. “I don’t be hearin’ nothing.” Standing behind him, I slipped both of my hands inside his shirt and began to massage his chest. “This is what you would come home to every day if I was with you.” I leaned over and I kissed him on his neck.

Nico nodded his head, but he didn’t say anything.

“From a woman’s perspective, I’m telling you, Mia is just with you for your money. She want you out here on these streets hustling and getting that money, but she ain’t really a rider. She’s selfish, I’m telling you. Women know women.”

“You a rider though, right?”

I stopped massaging him. I walked around the chair, so that I was standing in front of him, and sat on his lap. I gave him a peck on his lips. “I’m gonna prove it to you that I am.” As I started to kiss on Nico’s neck, I could feel his dick getting stiff.

“So what you doing later?”

“Nothing really. I just gotta call Carlos and see what’s up with this video shoot he supposedly booked me for.”

“That’s not what you doing.”

I looked at him with a confused look as I continued to sit on his lap. “Whatchu mean?” My heart skipped a beat because I thought he was going to mention Shabazz and the murder plot.

“What you’re gonna do is get dressed, and we both gonna go down to the heliport near Wall Street and we gonna charter a helicopter and have it fly us to Atlantic City so we can eat breakfast, and so I can take you to the outlets they got out there and let you go shopping.”

“Oh my God! Are you serious?” I asked Nico, a huge smile on my face.

He smiled back at me and nodded his head yes, and then I gave him a hug that was firm and tight, like I didn’t want to let go.

“I never been on a helicopter in my life! I’m so excited,” I said as I stood up from Nico’s lap.

“It’s your birthday weekend, right?”

I smiled. “Yes.”

“This is what I do for people who ride for me.”

“You don’t have to do this, Nico.”

“I know that, but I wanna do it.”

I didn’t waste any more time. I grabbed my phone and hit Carlos up. I told him I was in Atlantic City and didn’t know what time I was coming back, and that I would hit him up later. It being early, he probably wouldn’t have seen my text until later, but I sent it anyway, just to get it out of the way.

Nico and I both took showers and got dressed. Then he called the heliport and paid for the helicopter via his credit card, and after I checked out of the hotel, we made our way downtown to the heliport in a cab.

***

I didn’t know there was such a thing as a stylish helicopter, but the helicopter we found ourselves on was absolutely beautiful with plush leather seats. It didn’t take long for us to be strapped in and to lift off. Throughout the entire time, I was cheesing and excited like a kid on Christmas morning as I looked out the window.

“The city skyline looks so beautiful,” I said.

Nico nodded his head to me, but he seemed distracted by his phone as he read a text message and shook his head.

“Everything OK?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he replied. “Excuse me, pilot, is it OK to use my cell phone?”

“Sure, that’s not a problem, sir.”

Nico immediately called Mia.