Wifey: Part 1

He smiled. “Why you say that?”

“I just feel super nice. I wasn’t feeling like this when I was downstairs.”

“It’s just the lights and the music up here on this level is a little different, that’s all.”

“So you own this spot?”

“Yeah, me and my two partners. Years ago we started out as club promoters for a bunch of different clubs, and so this was just a natural move for us.”

“That’s real good.” I drank some more champagne.

“So what about you? What do you do?”

I hated when people asked me that question because I never really had an answer that made sense to them.

“I’m a professional gold digger,” I said with a smile.

Kelvin started to laugh. “You got a sense of humor. I like women who know how to laugh.”

Then I decided to just keep it real with him. “You ever been to New York?” I asked.

“That’s where I’m from. Co-op City in the Bronx!”

“Really? So you went from New York to owning a club down here in Miami?”

“Yup, and I live in Atlanta. So that’s wild, right?”

“Very wild, but it’s cool though. Well, since you from New York, you ever heard of Ghetto Mafia?”

“Of course.”

“So then you probably heard of a dude named Nico?”

“I don’t know him, but I heard the name, it rings out.”

“Nico is my man, and he basically takes care of me.”

The way I figured, there was no reason for me to lie. Kelvin was cute, and he was definitely my type, but I was never into playing games.

“So you’re wifey,” Kelvin replied. “I can see why.”

“Why what?”

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p; “Why a nigga would want to wife you. I mean, I definitely would.”

That put a smile on my face.

“So what are y’all doing when y’all bounce?”

“I don’t know. Why? What’s up?” I asked, hoping not to come across needy.

Kelvin extended his hand to me, guided me toward him, and started to dance with me. He had no idea he was giving me the exact type of attention I had been craving, and he seemed like he was the perfect catch. I couldn’t believe how good my cards were lining up.

“Don’t take offense,” Kelvin said to me. “But I asked because I want you to come back to the hotel with me.”

He was about seven inches taller than me, so I had to look up at him. I smiled and I shook my head. “You are too much,” I said into his ear.