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“How would I know what you’re hearing, Pharaoh?”
“Don’t be fucking smart with me, Kehlani.” His hands landed on the roof of my car as he leaned down to be face to face with me. “You married some random nigga?”
“Do I look like you?” I spat knowing damn well the answer to the question was yes. “Do I look like I make stupid ass, hasty decisions like you?”
“Shit that video suggests that…”
I cut him off. “I don’t give a fuck what that video suggests. Who are you to question me anyways? I’m not your woman, I haven’t been for a very long time.”
“You’re my fucking baby mama though and you’re not about to be having no random ass fucking niggas around my kids or in a house that I’m fucking paying for.”
I scoffed. “There it is. Your ass isn’t worried about the twins, nigga. You’re worried about what I’m doing.”
“Yeah, mothafucka because what you do ultimately affects my kids,” he tried to argue.
“Nigga, why don’t you have that same mindset when it comes to the fucked up shit thatyoudo?”
“Kehlani—”
“Move before I run your stupid ass over,” I threatened through clenched teeth.
Without allowing him time, I put my car in reverse and sped away not caring if I ran over his foot. Pharaoh was a major part of the reason that I hadn’t really entertained anyone since I’d left his trifling ass. He would throw tantrums and show out every single time that he thought a nigga got close to me.
It was well past time that I cut that out. Although I had no plans on entertaining Javyous even a little bit, I had no intentions on being single for the rest of my life. Pushing all things involving my baby daddy to the back of my mind, I turned the music up and cleared my mind before I made it to my beauty bar. I didn’t want to take any bad vibes in there because people frequented it to relax and relieve stress.
Pulling into the parking lot, I noticed Jasmine’s, one of my employees, car was already there along with one I didn’t recognize. She may have had a client come in. I’d shot her a text and asked her to meet me since I had some supplies arriving today. After killing the engine, I grabbed my purse, dropped my keys and phone inside of it and climbed out, hitting the button on the door handle to lock my doors before heading inside.
“Good afternoon, boss lady,” Jasmine said when I entered.
“Hey girl, thank you for coming. I know I gave you the day off.”
“Oh girl, I wasn’t doing anything but eating junk food and binge-watching trash TV,” she said, waving me off.
“I know, but the day was yours to relax and stuff, even if that involved junk food and trashy TV.”
Jasmine was a very sweet girl that had come to me when I’d first opened this place a year ago begging me for a job. She cried to me about how no one wanted to give her a chance since she was new to it and fresh out of school, but I saw her potential, so I hired her on the spot.
She pointed to the back. “Truck’s here though. And there is someone waiting for you in your office.”
“Who?” I frowned.
“I forgot the name, I’m sorry,” she lied. I could see it all over her face, but I didn’t have time to address it right now.
After shooting her one last look, I walked the short distance to my office where I found Javyous looking at the pictures that hung on my walls.
“Why are you here?” I asked to grab his attention. Closing the door behind me, I walked over to drop my purse on my desk. It was taking everything in me to maintain my attitude due to the intoxicating scent of his cologne. He smelled just as good as he had the night I’d met him. “How are you here?”
“I drove.”
I was quickly learning that I wasn’t the biggest fan of his smart ass mouth.
“Javyous, how do you know where my job is?”
“Social media,” he answered holding up his phone. On the screen was my business’s Instagram page . Knowing the name of my place, getting the address was probably easy.
“What is it?”
“You knew I would come find you, Kehlani.”
