Page 20 of Ony If It's You
“All that is required is that you make appearances with him and travel to a few of the matches. We need this thing to look as authentic as possible.”
“Travel?” she questioned. “I can’t just pick up and go to his matches. I have kids and a business to run.”
“Kids?” My eyes grew to the size of golf balls. Shorty’s body was cold as hell. It didn’t look like she had birthed one child let alone multiple.
“Yes, kids.” She rolled her eyes. “I have six-year-old twins; a boy and a girl.”
Cheryl’s face lit up at the mention of kids.
“That’s even better.”
“Naw, it’s not. The fuck.” I frowned. “I didn’t agree to take care of nobody’s fucking kids.”
“Nigga I don’t need your ass to take care of my kids,” Kehlani spat.
“Yeah, aight. I should have known there was something up with yo’ ass.” I looked her up and down. “You in Vegas hopping all over my dick when your fucking kids are home probably under your old ass grandmother’s care.”
The last word had barely left my mouth before I felt hot liquid all over my face and chest. This crazy bitch threw her fucking coffee in my face.
“Fuck you, nigga,” she hissed, abruptly standing to her feet. “You don’t know shit about me. I take good care of my fucking kids.”
“Kehlani, please—” Cheryl started but was cut off by an irate Kehlani.
“No, here.” She scribbled her name on the paperwork. “I’m only signing this shit because I want the money to buy another building, but as far as being seen with this jackass in public?” She paused and looked at me with disgust written all over her face. “Good luck getting back in the ring without me, clown.”
With the check in hand, she stormed out of the door. The three of us watched until she was long gone.
“You sure do have a way with the ladies, nephew.” Pres was shaking his head.
“Y’all just gon’ let her walk out of here with my bread?” I asked looking between the three of them. “She can’t fucking do that.”
“Actually, she can because she signed the paperwork. Now all this paper says is that she has to stay in the wedding agreement for a year, it doesn’t force her to make appearances and such,” the lawyer said. “Now what I suggest is that you find a way to contact her so you can smooth things over, otherwise you’re out of a million dollars.”
Snatching the pen from across the table, I scribbled my own signature on the coffee-stained paper before roughly sliding it across the table. Going vertical, I snatched my phone from the table and stormed out of the office, ordering myself an Uber in the process. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with anybody anymore after that fucking fiasco.
I’d only been home for roughly an hour before I heard someone pounding on my front door. I looked from the plate of food that was in front of me toward my door, racking my brain on who would be beating on my shit like the fucking police. I frowned harder when the beating continued and seemingly got harder.
Tossing my fork down, I slid from the stool at the island and walked down the short hallway to the front door. Leaning in, I looked through the peephole and noticed that it was my pops and Ms. Phyllis so I snatched it open, making sure he was able to see the displeasure on my face.
“Fuck is you banging on my shit like that for?”
“Married, Javyous?” he questioned as he bogarted his way into my spot followed by a very timid Ms. Phyllis.
At least he had enough sense not to bring those other hoes with him.
“Hi, baby,” Ms. Phyllis said as she grabbed my hand, giving it a light squeeze.
“Let him go, Phyllis!” my pops roared, making her jump a little, further pissing me off.
“Don’t fucking yell at her like that, my nigga,” I growled.
“I do what I want withmy bitch,little nigga.” His scowl grew deeper as he looked me up and down. Me and my pops had our differences and shit, but it had never grown physical. With theway he was looking at me in this moment? Shit might change. “You got a wife now, right? Do what you will with that bitch and I’ll do with and speak to mine the way that I want.”
“Not in my fucking crib you won’t,” I rebutted, closing the space between us.
Although I was fuming, I ignored him calling Kehlani out of her name because I was still upset about her throwing that hot ass coffee in my face earlier.
“JV, its fine,” Ms. Phyllis reassured me.
