Wifey: Part 1

We shopped for about five hours, and it was tiring, but at the same time, it was fun and stress relieving. After we tore up the malls, we made it over to the resort hotel and checked in to our room, which had a balcony and an amazing view of the ocean.

“You did the damn thing by picking this spot!” Sharmel said to me, looking around the room. “You been to this hotel before?”

“I been to Miami before, of course, but never to this hotel. But I had kept hearing about how nice it is, and I was saying to myself that the next time I came down here that this is where I was going to stay.”

As soon as I said that, my cell phone started to ring. It was Nico, and again I ignored him. “You see how guys are? The moment you start ignoring them, that’s when they want to get all lovey-dovey and start caring and chasing behind you.”

“Don’t pick up for him.”

“Pick up? I’m not even thinking about him. All I know is, we about to get dressed and go downstairs and have some drinks at the bar and then get nice and tanned.”

And that was exactly what we did. We both threw on the brand-new bikinis I had just purchased and we made our way down to the pool area, where we reserved two deck chairs. After we had picked the perfect spot, we went over to the bar and ordered ourselves some drinks.

I said to Sharmel, “Make sure you watch out for me because you know how I get when I drink. And tonight, I plan on getting so twisted that it’s not even funny.”

“I got your back. Don’t worry.”

Our drinks arrived, and we started to sip on them. Sharmel told me that we needed to take trips like this more often.

“So true,” I replied. “Especially in the winter time when it’s thirty degrees and snowing in New York we could

be somewhere nice and tropical like this instead of dealing with the drama.”

“I still can’t get over that chick selling her pussy on the internet,” Sharmel said to me, changing the subject.

“Oh my God! You know how you just can’t stand somebody? I can’t stand her. I knew she was the jealous, hating type from the first day she saw me in my Range Rover. She was just giving off this negative energy. I should have known from then.”

“Guys are gonna be guys. Everybody knows that. And there ain’t shit we can do about it, especially when you got lowlife, gutter-ass chicks like Jasmine just looking to make a come-up at any cost.” Sharmel said just before sipping on her margarita.

“Hello, ladies,” a tall, dark-skinned muscular dude said to me and Sharmel, interrupting our conversation but not in a rude way.

“Hello,” we both replied, I couldn’t help but smile as I looked in his direction with my designer shades on.

“I don’t know what the two of you are doing tonight, but I’m one of the owners at Mansion nightclub, and I would love for the both of you to come party with us. I’ll make sure that y’all don’t have to wait on the line or any of that. Drinks and everything is on me, since I assume that both of you are from New York.” He smiled.

I smiled back. “How do you know we’re from New York?”

“It’s the swagger and the sophistication. Y’all both got it. I seen y’all when you walked onto the deck and I was like, ‘They gotta be from New York.’”

“Actually, we are from New York. I’m Sharmel, and this is Mia.”

“I’m Kelvin.” Kelvin extended his hand to the both of us, his baby-oiled muscles glistening in the sunlight. He was wearing swimming trunks, flip-flops, and a pair of shades.

“I don’t have any cards on me, as you can see. I don’t even have my phone with me, but I can give you my number. And if y’all free, hit me up and come through, and I’ll make sure y’all both have a good time. DJ Stevie J will be doing the music. He always shuts it down up in there. And like I said, I’ll comp y’all on everything.”

“How could we turn that down? I heard a lot of good things about Mansion.” I shook Kelvin’s hand.

Kelvin made a bit more small talk before he went to one of the deck chairs and sat down to read a magazine.

Laughing, I said to Sharmel, “Now he could definitely get it!”

“Don’t get that wild down here.”

I laughed it off and told her that I wouldn’t, and I also reminded her that it was just the liquor talking for me.

Later on that evening, I ended up calling Kelvin to remind him we would definitely be there. He told me he would make sure we was on the list, and all we had to do was go to the front of the line and let them know our names, and if we had any problems, we just had to call him and he would take care of it.

“Something urgent came up, so I might be getting there late. But regardless I’ll try to find you. If I do, I’ll buy you and your girl a bottle of whatever y’all wanna drink,” Kelvin said before ending the call.