Page 6 of Ony If It's You
But damn, a committed relationship?
I didn’t even fuck with anyone solid enough to get in a relationship. Kecia and Zoey came to mind, but I never saw myself being with either of them outside of the bedroom. Yeah, they kicked it at a nigga’s crib, fed me, fucked me good—either together or separate—but that was as far as it went. I would never be on no exclusive shit with either of them.
Fuck.
“I have a list of corporations here that are willing to work with you despite the incident a few months ago, but the first thing that they all asked me was if you were in a relationship. I couldn’t even answer them honestly. You’ve been spotted out with those two… women, but from what’s been shown with you three is what? Some poly thing?”
“No.” I frowned. “That would imply that I was in a relationship with both of them and I’msingle.”
“Well, in that case I also have a list of women that…”
I cut her off, pushing her little list back to her. “No, I can manage to find my own women.”
“Woman,” she corrected. “These are family-oriented companies and they want to see you withonewoman, JV. That’sveryimportant.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I grumbled and stood from the table snatching the list of companies up so that I could study them and see if they were even worth my time.
“One week, Javyous,” she called out from behind me, but I kept it moving. I heard my uncle thanking her for her services before he caught up with me.
“This will be good for you, JV,” he assured me.
“Will it?” I side eyed him as we climbed into the back of the awaiting car. We’d ordered one from iDrive since we were headed to the airport after the meeting.
“It will. I’d never steer you wrong, plus would it be so bad for you to have actual structure in your life?”
“You call me getting into a random relationship structure?”
“I call anything other than the bullshit you’re doing structure.”
Like Ms. Phyllis, he hated how I’d followed in my father’s footsteps when it came to women. He claimed to have loved only one woman in his entire life outside of his grandmother, but whenever I asked him to put a face and a name to it, he deflected. He said that it hurt to talk about. I respected it, so I never pushed the agenda.
“I only have to do this shit for appearances though, right? Only for the cameras?”
“Yeah, but?—”
I cut him off. “Naw, Unc, no buts. I’m focused on my career right now and getting back in the ring. I don’t have time to be worried about a woman and shit.”
He nodded and lifted a fist for me to connect mine to.
“Okay, thank you for at least giving this idea a shot.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself. I’m sleeping on it first then I have to find a woman worthy enough to even call herself my girl.”
“You with a bitch? Like a bitch that’s all yours? She gets to call you her nigga and shit?” Dominique’s ignorant ass asked as I unpacked in the suite that we would be staying in for the weekend.
The private jet that my uncle rented had landed about an hour ago and the three of us came straight to the room so that we could unpack and unwind.
“Did I say all of that, Dominique?” I asked, frowning over my shoulder at him. “That’s why I had you meet me at the airport and not the lady’s office. Stupid ass nigga.” I mumbled the last part because he never took anything seriously. It was hard for me to understand how so many mothafuckas feared his goofy ass in the streets.
“Shit, I’m trying to make sense of it. You said the image bitch wanted you to get with a hoe on some monogamous shit, right?”
“First of all, any female that I call my girl ain’t a hoe, so watch your mouth. Secondly, I haven’t even agreed to the shit yet.”
I was in my head about the proposition the entire flight. On one hand, I wanted nothing more than to get back in the ring and fight again, but on the other hand I didn’t want mothafuckas trying to change who I was. It was weird even thinking aboutcommitting to someone. I had been used to having my way with life that it would pain me to even pretend to be faithful toonewoman.
Kecia and Zoey had agreed to my terms from the very beginning. Neither of them ever questioned me on it. All that mattered to them was that they had the opportunity to be at my spot. Each of them had their own cribs, but they were at mine most of the time. Both of them cooked and cleaned at my spot. I didn’t have to do shit but drop dick off and maybe go out with them here and there. Shit was sweet. Being with one woman wouldn’t reward me with any of that. She’d be whining and crying for a nigga’s time and emotions; I didn’t have time for all of that. When I wasn’t around, Kecia and Zoey had one another to keep themselves occupied.
“Look at you defending your girl already.” He grinned from my bed.
