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“The fuck?” I whispered to myself.
“The fuck is right, cuz.” Dominique’s hand landed on my shoulder. “You’re a whole fucking husband and the worst part is I was the best man and don’t remember the shit.”
I roughly knocked his hand off of my shoulder and tossed his phone to him before going to get my own. Dominique was an idiot and would really go create some shit like that just to get me worked up, so I wanted to look for myself. Sure enough the shit was on there as well as every other major gossip site. Hell, it was even all over SportsCenter.
“Shit,” I hissed hitting my phone against my head then holding it against my lips as I tried to remember something from the night before.
Literally all I remembered was the first shot that we all took together then the rest was a blank. Hell, I’d even thought us having sex was a damn dream. That part I actually wasn’t mad about being real, but the rest of it? Hell naw. I couldn’t be anybody’s fucking husband. I hadn’t even been a boyfriend ever. I had to get her ass back here fast so we could handle this shit.
“I can’t even get a good night’s rest without having to worry about the two of you doing crazy shit,” my uncle fussed when he entered my room. “Sit down, JV.”
He pointed to the bed before sitting on it himself.
“Naw, I got to go?—”
His stern voice cut me off. “You’ve got to sit your ass down like I said.”
I wanted to blank and tell him not to talk to me like I was some hoe or a child, but I couldn’t bring myself to disrespect my uncle. Plus, I thought back to how he used to get on me and Nique’s asses when we were kids and I didn’t want no smoke, so I sat down.
“This could work in your benefit…” he started and I shot from my seat.
“Naw, Unc?—”
“Sit your ass down and listen, Javyous, I won’t be this nice about it again.” At the threat I glared down at him sitting on the bed. He angled his head to the side and smirked at me. “What? You think because you beat a few little niggas in the ring you can fuck with me? Don’t forget who taught you to fight and whostilltrains you today.”
“Chill out.” I chuckled, taking my seat beside him again.
“Like I was saying, this could be exactly what you need for your image.”
I shook my head. “I told you that I didn’t want to get married.”
“Well, it looks like you already have.” He shrugged.
Sucking my teeth, I turned away when he tried to show me the video again. I had no desire to see the shit again.
“That shit probably fake as hell. We need to go see the mothafuckas down at wherever this is and make them fix this shit. I don’t have time to be dealing with this shit.”
“Well, this marriage application looks legit.” Dominique entered the room with a manila folder in his hand and his eyes trained hard on the document within. “It says the license is going to… this must be ol’ girl’s address because you don’t live in apartments." He pointed to my hand. “That ring looks real as a mothafucka, too.”
This was the first time that it had even registered to me to look at my ring finger. There was a diamond wedding bandsitting comfortably there. Shit looked like it’d cost a grip too. Where the hell would we even have gotten this shit? And was she wearing one too? I couldn’t remember if I saw her wearing a ring or not.
My uncle examined the ring. “Looks pretty expensive too.”
“Light four bands.” Dominique shrugged, turning a receipt in my direction. “Ol’ girl’s cost… damn, you dropped eight bands on hers.”
“What?” I barked and snatched the receipt from him.
I was comfortable financially because I managed my money well and I didn’t spend unnecessarily, but I’d never spent that type of money on women, not no fucking eight bands.
“This shit is crazy.”
“It is,” my uncle agreed. “And your stupid ass just stood there and let it happen.”
He leaned in and slapped the back of my cousin’s head when he leaned down to see what else I had in my hand.
“Me? I was just as lit as him. I don’t remember none of that shit.” He frowned. “I am glad it wasn’t me that got married though, I would have been sick.”
“This is some bullshit,” I hissed.
