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“I’m your husband.” I shrugged.
“I know, but?—”
I cut her off. “Naw, no buts. I get it, you’re a parent, I’m not so I understand you not wanting to involve them, but it’s inevitable. I’ll have to be seen with all of you to sell this shit,” I argued, surprising my damn self at how convincing I was. “Look, I need you and it’s the kids’ spring break, so in order to appease everyone I need you to say yes.”
She was quiet. So quiet I had to look down in my lap again to make sure that she was still on the phone. She was, she was just starring off almost as if she were thinking before she sighed dejectedly.
“Fine, but I get to scout sitters to make sure they’re qualifiedandyou’re paying for everythingandSaturday we’re taking the twins to Disneyland since we will be on the west coast.”
Grinning, I looked down and nodded. I wasn’t sure what the payout was going to be from these fights yet, but I knew my pops was going to make sure that I got a pretty penny. Regardless though, what she was asking for was light.
“Aight, bet,” I agreed. “We’ll get together to finalize everything when we get some time in the next couple of days.”
“Okay.”
Silence engulfed us before I finally told her that I would hit her later. A slow smile crept onto my face thinking of being alone withmy wifeagain. Hopefully I’d get to enjoy all of perks of having her there with me.
Chapter Ten
Kehlani
“I haven’t seen you pick up that phone to call him yet,” my granny said as she put her macaroni in the oven.
She called me over early this morning claiming to want to talk to me. Thinking that it was an emergency, I rushed to get me and the twins dressed and came right over only for her to tell me her nosy neighbors told her that I was married. I had no choice but to confirm it when she pulled up the video on her phone.
“Granny, it’s not necessary. He has some huge fights coming up this week and he needs to be focused.”
“Too much talking and not enough doing what I told you to do, chile.”
“Ugh.” I sighed in frustration and grabbed my phone from my back pocket to call him.
“And lose the attitude while you’re at it.”
“Yes ma’am,” I mumbled.
Going to my call log, I went to Javyous’s contact. My hand hovered over his number as I contemplated whether or not I was going to actually call him. I struggled with making peace about taking my kids with me to Vegas for his exhibition fights, but I’dagreed to help with his image, so this was what came with it. I didn’t account for my granny being a part of the equation too.
“Well, call him, girl,” she snapped, making me flinch and breaking me away from my thoughts.
Sighing dejectedly, I pressed on his number and walked out of the room so that I could talk to him in private. With Javyous, you never knew what was going to come out of his mouth, so I needed to be on the safe side.
“Yo?” he answered and I frowned.
“Don’t answer the phone like I’m one of your homeboys.”
Chuckling, he said, “My bad, what’s good, wifey?”
“Better.” I grinned. “Are you busy?”
“Why? You tryna give me some pussy?”
“Nigga, you wish,” I hissed even though my center moistened at the thought.
I hadn’t been able to get our rendezvous out of my head and I didn’t want anything more than to run it back, but I wouldn’t dare tell his arrogant ass that.
He laughed. “My fault. Can’t blame a man for trying. What’s up though?”
“It’s just—we’re, shit.” I was nervous as hell trying to ask him this shit for some reason. It was extremely hard to be in the same room with Javyous without feeling a way.
