Page 65 of Ony If It's You
She rolled her eyes. “Yes, you would. We did this for your image initially.”
I chuckled and grabbed both of her hands pulling her up from the bed into my arms.
“Baby, if all I was going to do was marry a hoe just for my image, I had Kecia and Zoey for that. I married you because you were fine as hell and because that shit felt right.”
“But Cheryl said?—”
“Cheryl only wanted me to get agirlfriendfor my image. I would have still been able to do whatever I wanted to do.”
“Really?” She looked up at me with those pretty ass brown eyes that were lit up because of the light above us.
“Yeah, really.” I kissed the tip of her nose. “So, you giving me some pussytonightaight?”
A wide grin spread across her face as she nodded.
“Fine, but only because you’re acting all desperate and stuff.”
“Definitely desperate to shove my nose in your shit.”
“Move, Javyous!” she squealed when I pulled her into me and squeezed her ass.
“Just saying.” I grinned. “Come on because you got a long night ahead of you.”
I reached around her for the box she had taped shut then nodded toward the door for her to lead the way. This was the last box of their stuff. The rest of the stuff was staying and that nigga could figure out what to do with it. They would have everything that they wanted and needed at my crib.
Once we left Kehlani’s old crib, we went to mine and started to pack my shit. I wanted to pay someone to pack both places up, but she insisted that we do it ourselves. I was annoyed because I had a lot of shit, but anything to spend time with her.
She asked a nigga an assload of questions while we packed and shit too. Like where I grew up and my birthday, all the corny shit that women asked. It wasn’t until she brought up mymother that I was kind of stumped. My pops hadn’t really told me much about her for me to be able to tell anyone, so I always let people know that. I did tell her how much Ms. Phyllis looked out though.
“Well thank God for her.”
“You don’t think I would have been an upstanding citizen without her around?”
“Uh, you’re barely one now, so no I don’t.” She laughed.
I placed my hand over my heart. “Wow. That hurts.”
“You’ll make it.” She laughed. “How long have her and your dad been together?”
“Shit, since I can remember to be real. I was young as hell when he started to fuck with her. The others didn’t come along until I was in like the fifth grade.”
“Oh, so he used to be faithful?”
“He technically is always faithful because they’re all in a relationship together.”
“He is not faithful.”
“How? They know what’s going on and agreed.”
“I’ve never met the others, so I can’t say that, but I just don’t think Ms. Phyllis was like ‘Yeah, baby, let’s invite some other women into our relationship’. I just don’t believe that.”
“You should because she always been cool with that shit.” I shrugged. “The only thing she don’t do is sleep in the same room as all of them.”
“Did you ever ask her why she didn’t?”
I shook my head and tossed the shirt that I was folding to the side when I noticed her bent over in my closet. Easing up behind her, I put my hard dick against her butt. She knew what she was doing when she’d decided to wear those little ass shorts to move our shit.
“What are you doing?” she asked when I pulled her up and turned her in my arms.
