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“Shit, I was in the gym all day yesterday.” He ran a hand down his face. “I got it though.”
“You got it?” I repeated. “What does that mean?”
“That I’ll have somebody to watch the kids for us.”
“No,” I declined. “I don’t let just anyone keep them.”
“It’s not just anyone. It’s Ms. Phyllis, my pops’ ol’ lady.”
He was showing me a picture of an older lady, but I was still skeptical, I didn’t know her ass.
“Look, when we get on the jet tomorrow, I’ll let you interview her and shit tomorrow if that will make you feel better. Either way, I need you to be there.”
We held one another’s stare before I finally sighed and nodded. It wasn’t like he was giving me much of a choice.
“Fine.”
He grinned and grabbed my hand pulling me toward the door. Once he had it opened, he turned to me and pulled me into his embrace.
“Thank you for today. A nigga ain’t chilled and ate good like that in a minute. Make sure you tell Granny that it’s her fault if I’m slow tomorrow.”
His smile was so flawless and sexy. The perfect set of gleaming white teeth.
How was I going to make it a week with him?
“Goodnight, JV.” I had to get away and quickly before I jumped on him.
“Goodnight, beautiful,” he replied before kissing my forehead and jogging down the steps to his car. He delivered one last look with that panty dropping smile before getting into his car and pulling off.
I’m in fucking trouble.
Chapter Eleven
Javyous
“How does it feel to be back, JV?” a reporter asked.
“It feels good to be back in the ring.” I nodded and used the towel to wipe away the sweat that was pouring down my face.
My fight was the last of the night and a nigga came out victorious. Victory by knockout. The fight didn’t go past the third round. I was trying to give the people a show, but my opponent made it too easy for me.
“Were you worried that a repeat of your last fight would happen here tonight?” he asked and put the mic in front of me for me to reply.
My chest tightened because it still made me a little anxious to hear people bring it up. It wasn’t so much the question itself; it was more the way people asked and the extra commentary that came behind it. Just as I prepared to answer, I noticed Zach walking Kehlani through the crowd. A smile spread across my face as they approached and I reached for her. She accepted my hand and allowed me to pull her into my body.
Kissing the side of her face, I kept my eyes trained on her as I answered. “I don’t ever have to worry about shit when I have my good luck charm in the crowd.”
The reporter smiled. “Okay. Who do we have here?”
“TheKehlani Goldsmith,” I answered, hugging her body as she fought to get away.
“Stop it, Javyous, you’re sweaty,” she squealed.
She looked so good in the red dress that matched my shorts that I ignored whatever else Dave was saying. As far as I was concerned, the interview was over. With my arm tossed over her shoulder, I walked us to my dressing room and closed and locked the door once we were inside.
“Congratulations. You really are good at what you do.”
“’Preciate that.” I smirked as I eyed her up and down. Kehlani wasn’t going to make this week easy.
