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“Your father would have taken you and she would have never seen you again.”
My body went rigid at his words. I knew it was some shit with them, but I didn’t think that it would be him threatening to keep me away from her.
“Fuck you mean she wouldn’t have seen me? They in a whole fucking relationship.”
“Not by choice, Javyous,” he said and sighed. “Look, it’s a lot you don’t know or understand…”
“Then make me understand, Pres,” I spat, cutting him off. “All y’all mothafuckas just talking in fucking circles.”
“Believe me, I want to, been wanting to, but it’s not my place. Call your mother.”
Briefly, I tore my eyes away from his as I contemplated. Livid was an understatement to what I felt when it came to Ms. Phyllis and my pops, but something in me was telling me to take Pres’s advice and call her. Something was up with their asses and it seemed like the only way I was going to get answers or get to the bottom of things was to hear her out.
“Aight, but I’ll do it on my own timing,” I finally said.
“That’s all I ask.” He nodded and smiled. “I’ll see you next week.”
The charity event was set to take place in a few months, so I was going to take the next few days off just to chill and then go hard in the gym. I needed to kick shit with my family and get shit situated with my mother, but I needed to be prepared for this too. It was for charity, but the opponents and fights would beveryreal. All charity meant was that all proceeds were going to the local children’s hospital. I sighed just thinking about what I had to fucking look forward to.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Kehlani
“Fuck is you walking around pouting for?” Javyous asked from his spot on the bed.
“Because why do you have to go to the club tonight?” I whined.
“It’s a paid appearance, Kehlani.”
“So. We’re not hurting for money.”
“I know that, but that’s not the point, baby.”
“What’s the point then?”
“That this is work shit. I won’t be there long, just long enough to get my money’s worth then I’ll be right back here with you.”
“Whatever,” I mumbled as I went into our bathroom.
The truth was I was a little insecure now that I was getting bigger. We were now in our fourth month of my pregnancy and my belly was on full display, so the thought of him being surrounded by a bunch of women that were smaller than me and in better shape didn’t exactly excite me.
The shower was warming up, so I stopped at the sink to wash my face and brush my teeth. The twins were with their other grandparents, so I would be home alone. I planned to spend the night eating and binge watching TV shows since my husbandfelt it was more important to be at the club than home with his pregnant wife.
“Who you giving all that fucking attitude to, Lani?” Javyous asked, entering the bathroom and standing behind me, eyeing me in the mirror.
“You—move, JV,” I whined.
“Shut yo’ ass up and bend over.”
He reached around me to loosen my robe and pull it off of me before tossing it to the side, bending me over, and entering me from behind.
“Mm,” I moaned when he started to stroke me.
“Pussy already wet as fuck.” He was holding my ass cheeks open as he moved in and out of me. “This all your ass wanted.”
His handsome face had a smirk on it when he looked in the mirror to lock eyes with me. He was absolutely right though. This was exactly what I wanted. This baby had my hormones on ten so I was always horny, plus I wanted to give him some before he went to be surrounded by other women.
Maybe he would even stay home.
