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I felt my eyes stretch at the latter half of her sentence, but quickly recovered, not wanting her to know that I was in fact curious to know why that seat was empty. No one had sat in it on Monday either.
“Don’t tell me that you really thought it was only going to be you.” She snickered, but as funny as she was trying to be, her smile wasn’t meeting her eyes. “Kehlani, Javyous does this. He always gets bored and finds something new and shiny to play with. Then when he realizes that that new, shiny toy isn’t going to cut it, he comes back to me and Kecia. Why do you think the two of us have been around so long?”
I couldn’t lie, her words were bothering me a little because why had he been messing with them the longest? I wouldn’t dare let this hoe see me sweat though, so I straightened my posture before replying.
“That may have been what he did in the past boo, but this ain’t that. I got the ring, the last name, the long-term commitment.” I grinned, flashing my ring.
“Yeah because you have the kids,” she countered, wiping the smile right off of my face.
“What?”
“You got the ring because you have kids and complete the package for him. You think we don’t know about the whole image thing his uncle had set up for him?”
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”
“You do.” She chuckled.
“No, what I know is that if you don’t get the fuck from around me, I’m going to drive your nasal cavity into your brain with my fist. Cameras and fucking all bitch,” I growled.
She started to blink rapidly as she looked to see if I was serious and when she realized that I was she scurried off. I was fuming on the inside. There was no way in hell this man had invited this hoe here and on top of that, he’d told those bitches about the arrangement. That was going to be on his ass though because he was the one that violated, not me.
Chapter Thirteen
Javyous
Looking toward the crowd where my wifeshouldhave been seated, I noticed that her seat was empty, but the one next to it was occupied by Zoey and I frowned.
Where the fuck was Kehlani’s little ass at and what the fuck was Zoey’s ass doing here?
Just as I turned to face my opponent again, a fist connected to my face sending me crashing to the ground.
Shit.
That was the first time in my career that I had been knocked off of my feet and it pissed me off. How the fuck could I lose focus like that and allow myself to be hitandknocked on my ass?
Infuriated, I lightly knocked the referee from my side and hopped to my feet ready to get to it. The ref stood between us with his hands to each of our chests, but his eyes were on me.
“Goldsmith, are you good?”
“Let’s go,” I grunted, hitting my gloves together.
Seconds later he nodded and stepped back. With my guard up, I took a step forward with each one that my opponent took backward, waiting for the perfect opportunity to hit him. With his left hand, he took a swing at me. I side stepped andcountered with a jab to his face. He stumbled backward a little but was able to regain his footing and commence in bouncing around.
I could have easily ended this fight in the first five minutes, but listening to my pops, I agreed to at least let it go a few rounds for the sake of money, but I was regretting listening to him once again because I’d gotten knocked on me ass by this fucking rookie.
My opponent swung wildly at me again and again I weaved it along with the punch that followed and delivered a body shot of my own. When he winced and leaned into the side that I had just hit I took the opportunity to hit him with an uppercut sending him flying backward and landing on his back.
Dropping my fist, I waited as the ref did the count then waved him off. I lifted one of my gloved hands into the air to claim my knockout victory then turned to head to my corner. As soon as my ass hit the stool and I spit my mouthpiece out, I faced my uncle and pops.
“Where the fuck did Kehlani go?”
“What?” The smile on my pops’ face slowly faded. “Is that why you almost got your stupid ass knocked out? You’re worried about a bitch.”
“Call her another bitch,” I threatened when I was vertical and in his face. I didn’t give a fuck about the cameras being here or none of that shit; I would knock his ass out next if he disrespected me or my wife again.
“Look at you.” He eyed me up and down in disgust. “You’re a mess over a woman. I told you. I warned you that a woman would be the downfall to your career and look at tonight. You’ve been fighting since you were five and tonight was the first time that I haveeversaw you on your ass and why? Because you didn’t see her ass in the crowd. Keep it up with thatwomanand you’re going to lose everything.”
Although his words got to me a little, I waved him off and turned to Pres. Regardless of how true or untrue what he was saying was, I still needed to know where her ass was and why she wasn’t here.
