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  This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

  Wifey 4 Life. Copyright © 2010 by Kiki Swinson. All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. No part of this book may be used or re- produced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews. For information, address Melodrama Publishing, P.O. Box 522, Bellport, NY 11713. www.melodramapublishing.com

  Library of Congress Control Number:2009938152

  ISBN-13: 978-1934157619

  ISBN-10: 1934157619

  First Edition: March 2010

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  Editors: Melissa Forbes, Brian Sandy, Candace K. Cottrell

  Interior and Cover Design: Candace K. Cottrell

  Cover photo: Howard Huang

  Model: Esther Baxter

  Also by Kiki Swinson

  Wifey

  I’m Still Wifey

  Life After Wifey

  Still Wifey Material

  The Candy Shop

  A Sticky Situation

  Sleeping with the Enemy Playing Dirty

  Notorious

  Living at Peace

  The sound of my BlackBerry ringing woke me out of a dead sleep. I started to get up to see who it was, but my mind wouldn’t allow my body to move, so I lay there, hoping it would stop ringing on its own. A couple of seconds later I felt Donovan rub me on my back while I had my face buried underneath my pillow.

  “Want me to answer this?”

  Before I answered, the phone stopped ringing.

  “It was your realtor, Kendra,” he told me after looking at the caller ID.

  “I’ll call her back later,” I said, my response barely audible. “What did you say?”

  I sighed and lifted my head from underneath the pillow. The sunlight beaming through the window treatments nearly blinded me, so I squinted and repeated what I’d said. Then I put my head back under the pillow.

  “Sweetheart, this is her second time calling. You may want to call her back now.”

  I thought about what he said for a moment. “Give me ten more minutes and then I’ll get up and call her back.”

  He patted me once again on my back. “OK, I’m giving you ten minutes to get up, because she could be calling you about the inspection.” I started to make a rebuttal to his comment, but I decided against it, because I was too tired to speak, and I didn’t have a bit of strength to lift my head again. I just lay there and pretended I hadn’t heard him, even though I knew he meant well.

  ***

  It was funny how Donovan and I were just opposites, yet we meshed like two peas in a pod. Donovan Tate, a native of Anguilla, was more handsome than anyone I’d ever been intimate with. What attracted me to him was his big, brown eyes and perfect white teeth.

  The day we met on the beach not too far from my house, he’d approached me and introduced himself while I lounged in my chair reading a book by one of my favorite authors. He walked barefoot in the sand with a cute little poodle in tow. When I looked at him from head to toe, he didn’t strike me as the type of man who’d own a poodle. So when he told me the dog belonged to his parents, who lived a few houses up the beach from my place, it made perfect sense.

  I honestly couldn’t believe him when he told me he was in his late twenties. I swear I would’ve bet every dime I had that he was my age or a couple of years older. His height and his build tipped him over the thirty-something scale. He wasn’t as tall as Shaquille O’Neal, but he was damn near close. And although I never asked him how much he weighed, I was sure he was every bit of 280 pounds. The good thing about it was that he carried his weight well, and without a stitch of flab on his entire body, he was solid as a rock.

  Lucky for him, the king-sized bed I had in my bedroom was big enough to hold him, because if I had anything smaller, he’d be sleeping on the floor.

  We’d been dating for a month, and so far it’d been one incredible journey.

  I had my doubts in the beginning when he first pursued me, but after I met his parents, I knew then that God had His hands in this one. They were poised, successful, and they embraced me wholeheartedly.

  All the other men I’d chosen in the past—every single one of them—came with all sorts of drama. That was why I’d given up the hope that I’d ever find true love.

  But Donovan was different. He did everything in his power to make me happy. Plus, he was an excellent cook.

  Two weeks ago the sink in my kitchen got clogged up, and before I could lift a finger to call a plumber, he got underneath that sink, disconnected the pipes, removed the debris, and screwed the pipes back together. He handled his business like a professional. Which saved me a few coins. I knew he was heaven-sent.

  ***

  I lay in bed past the time I had promised to Donovan, so he sat back on the bed and massaged me on my back. I knew he was about to remind me about my commitment to call Kendra back. He was a stickler when it came to taking care of important business, unlike me. I was a procrastinator, so we bumped heads when it came to that. I lay there very still and hoped that he’d leave me alone. I knew it would be a long shot, but I tried my hand anyway.

  “Baby, it’s time to get up,” he said. “Remember, you got to call Kendra back.”

  Dreading to move even one inch, I stretched out my hands from under the covers and let out a long yawn. I was exhausted, and I made sure he knew it. “Baby, can you give me at least ten more minutes?” I whined, my head still buried beneath the pillow.

  “No, it’s time to get up!” He reached his hand under the blanket and eased it up the back of my legs until he located my ass.

  I knew what he was about to do. He loved to fondle me when I gave him a hard time about getting out of bed. He definitely knew how to get my attention.

  I waited for the inevitable, and then it happened—the gentle touch of Donovan’s hands massaging my butt and my inner thighs. I spread my legs apart slowly and started getting moist instantly.

  When he felt the wetness through my panties, he started playing with my kitty cat. I swear, my insides wanted to burst. And since I couldn’t resist him any longer, I slowly turned over on my back and spread my legs even farther apart.

  At that very moment he yanked my panties so hard, he ripped them completely off me, leaving my bare coochie showing, and went in for the kill.

  I moaned and groaned with every lick he laid upon me, arching my back and purring like a fucking cat. “Yeah, baby, lick right there,” I said. Believe me, the shit felt good as hell. I belted out a couple of screams of ecstasy.

  Donovan concentrated on that exact spot of my clit and went crazy. “Ahhhhh, baby, yeah. Yeah, please don’t stop.” I moaned and gripped the sides of his ears. I wasn’t gonna let them go for nothing in the world.

  I was almost at my peak when my BlackBerry started ringing again. I tried not to listen to it because I knew it would distract me from getting an orgasm. But it kept ringing and ringing. I felt Donovan’s tongue stop moving.

  “What are you doing? You can’t stop now.”

  “The call is probably important.”

  “I don’t give a damn about that phone right now. I need you to make me cum.”

  Donovan wasn’t trying to hear it. He stood and grabbed my phone from the dresser. “Here, take care of your business first. I can make you cum anytime.”

  I was pissed with that motherfucker for starting some shit with me that he wouldn’t finish. My pussy was so wet, you could soak up my juices with a mop and use it to clean the entire kitchen floor. And to think it was all done for nothing. Boy, what a fucking waste.

  I final
ly answered the phone, but I wasn’t a happy camper at all. “How can I help you?”

  “Hi, Kira. This is Kendra. I was calling you to let you know that the inspection on the house went very well, and now all we have to do is get through escrow and then we can go to closing.”

  “Sounds good,” I said nonchalantly. At this point, I really couldn’t care less about the fucking inspection. I knew my house was going to pass, because it was practically brand-new. All she needed to do was call me when those people were ready to go to closing.

  “Do you think you’ll be available to come back here in the next couple of days?” she asked.

  “Yeah, I can do that.”

  “OK, well, book a flight and have yourself here by Tuesday. Today is Saturday, so that gives you three days.”

  “All right. I’m on it,” I assured her, and then we hung up.

  After I got off the phone with Kendra, I was no longer in the mood to have Donovan get back on his knees, so I got out of bed and headed to the shower. I figured what I really needed was some hot water beating down my back, and that was what I got.

  When I got out of the shower, I went back into my bedroom and slipped on one of Donovan’s white tank tops and a pair of my own jean shorts. Down here in Anguilla, they called these shorts “coochie-cutters.” I loved the way I looked in them. And Donovan loved the way I looked in them even more.

  After I slipped on a pair of my Gucci flip-flops, I took my ass downstairs to see where Donovan was. He wasn’t in the kitchen like I expected him to be, but I did find him relaxing on his favorite chair in the family room of my home. He had the remote control in his hand, surfing the channels to see what was on.

  I gave him a half-smile, because, for one, I was still kind of ticked off that he left me hanging in the bedroom. And, two, I knew that when I walked in here and he smiled at me, I wouldn’t be mad at him much longer. He always knew how to make me get over any mishaps he and I had, which was what drew me to him in the first place. No matter how much he and I argued or fussed, he would never allow us to go to bed angry. That was why I knew he was my soul mate.

  “You hungry?”

  I tried to play hard, but it didn’t work. “No, I’m fine.” I flopped down on the sofa across from him.

  He got up from his chair and took a seat beside me. “You know I don’t like it when you aren’t happy.”

  “I’m happy.”

  “Stop lying to me. You know I know when you’re not telling me the truth,” he said, and then he started tickling me.

  I burst into laughter. “Stop playing, Donovan. You know I hate when you be tickling me.” I screamed and chuckled at the same time.

  “I’m not gonna stop until you tell me the truth.” He continued tickling me.

  The shit was unbearable. I couldn’t contain myself for all the money in the world. I was getting weaker by the second, and I couldn’t do a thing about it. “OK. OK. I’ma stop lying and tell you the truth.”

  When he heard my surrender, he immediately stopped. “You promise?”

  I smiled. “Yes, I promise.”

  He released his hands from my side, and I exhaled. He kissed me on my forehead and asked me what I wanted for breakfast.

  “I’m not really hungry, baby, but you can fix me a cup of hot tea.”

  “All right. I gotcha covered.”

  I watched him as he exited the room. I sat back and thought to myself how lucky I was to have that man in my life. He was such a sweetheart, and the fact that he showed me how much he loved me in such a short time, especially with all my emotional baggage, made me value him even more. I swear, I wouldn’t trade him in for nothing else in this entire world. I just wished that he’d come into my life a couple of years earlier. Then I wouldn’t be such an emotional wreck. But I knew I’d be all right. God promised me that He’d look after me, so I knew that was exactly what He was going to do.

  The Perfect Man

  An hour or so after I drank my cup of tea, Donovan decided he wanted to hop on his family’s boat and take me to Saint Martin to do some shopping, since I was going back to the States to handle some business. Now when he mentioned Saint Martin, I knew we would be stopping at the Versace and Gucci boutiques, two of my favorite designers, and I made sure he knew that on our first date.

  Before we left my house, he encouraged me to change into something more appropriate since he planned to stop by his parents’ house on the way back. He told me his mother wanted us over for lunch, which I told him was fine, even though I knew this lunch date with her would turn into a Q and A session. Every time I was in her company, she wanted to know a little bit more about me.

  Everything I told her about me was a lie, of course, especially the part about my ex-husband dying in a car accident, and that I’d inherited his insurance policy valued at two million. I also told her that I owned an exclusive hair, nail, and body spa geared toward the elite back in America, and netted a profit of three hundred thousand yearly. The only real thing I told her was my name. I tried not to get so caught up in my lies that I didn’t remember them later, so I always tried to keep everything at a minimum.

  Other than his mom’s nosiness, both of Donovan’s parents were very sweet people. They loved me from the first day they met me. Well, maybe his father loved me more. I found him staring at me on several occasions. He’d even made a comment about how lucky his son was, and that if he was younger, he would’ve liked to have had me too.

  I laughed it off. Little did he know, if I wasn’t involved with his son, and he wasn’t married, I would’ve gotten with him, especially since he was handsome and established.

  Donovan had told me how long his father’s money was. He said that his dad used to be an investment banker, that he and Donovan’s mother owned a lot of land and real estate in Anguilla. I was really impressed.

  His mother was a retired schoolteacher, so she lived day to day doing absolutely nothing. I envied her just a tad bit, because she seemed like she was the happiest woman alive. No drama at all. And she appeared not to have any hang-ups, which I liked the most about her.

  Donovan’s mom and dad were both of light brown complexion, and very tall. He had to be at least six feet and some change. He and Donovan were almost the same height. And his mother came in only a couple of inches shorter. I looked like a midget compared to them. But it was cool, because they were very nice people and they understood what loyalty meant. So my guess was, I was gonna be around for the long haul. Well, at least until I saw differently.

  The boat ride to Saint Martin was beautiful and serene. I couldn’t have asked for a better life. Not only did I have plenty of money to live on, but Donovan and his family had plenty of dough too. That meant I didn’t have to spend mine. And I loved every bit of that picture, especially if he and I decided to get married. I would be set for life. And the best part about all that was, it was all legit. No hustling. No FBI. No narcotics detectives investigating him. And I didn’t have to worry about niggas hiding out and plotting to kidnap me for ransom. Now how much better could it get?

  The moment we docked in Saint Martin at least five little boys

  rushed toward the boat to help Donovan tie the rope to the metal hook, to make a few coins to take back home to their parents. These little hustlers-in-the-making knew how to get it from the rough, and I respected them for it.

  Donovan gave all of them a few bucks, and they scattered like roaches. “What store you want to go in first?” he asked me.

  “Why? Is there a particular store you want to go in first?”

  “No, baby. But I would like to stop off at the Cigar Emporium and pick up a box of Cuban cigars for my father before we leave.”

  I grabbed his hand. “Well, let’s go take care of that now.” He smiled at me. “You are so sweet!”

  I smiled back and winked at him. After we picked up a box of his father’s favorite cigars, we raided the Gucci store first, and then the Versace. The saleswoman in the Gucci store was very nice to us
. But when we stepped foot inside the Versace store, I felt a thick cloud of hate hovering over my head. Every salesperson in there was gritting on me like they hated my fucking guts. Shit, I didn’t know them, and they didn’t know me. So I wondered why they were throwing shade at me.

  While Donovan and I looked at their shoe selection, I heard whispering not too far from where we were standing. I turned around to see who was doing the whispering and noticed two dark-skinned chicks in a huddle, staring at me. I couldn’t understand what they were saying because their words were barely audible, but from their facial expressions, I was certain they were talking shit about me.

  Now I wanted to confront them but decided against it. I didn’t want Donovan to see the ghetto side of me. And, besides, if I acted out like a complete idiot, then they would have won the battle.

  I decided to pull Donovan’s coat about what they were doing. He looked back at them and smiled. I thought he was going to say something to them about it, but the next thing I know, he was summoning them like they were servants.

  “Oh, ladies, can you come here, please? We need you both to help us with these shoes over here,” he told them.

  Both of those tired-looking witches scrambled over to us. “How can we help you?” one of them asked.

  Donovan turned toward the shoes and pointed to at least ten different pairs. “She needs to see all of these in a size eight and a half.” Both women looked at him, and then they looked at each other.

  “You want to see all of those?” the same woman asked.

  “Yes. She wants to see all of those shoes in a size eight and a half.”

  “OK, we will be right back,” the woman replied, and then they

  both hurried away.

  I looked at Donovan. “Why did you tell them to get me all ten of those shoes? I only liked four of them.”

  He pulled me into his arms and held me tightly. “I only did it to see the expression on their faces. And it was priceless.” He smiled and kissed me on the forehead. “The reason why they were staring at you and making those ugly facial gestures is because they’re jealous of you.”