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“What you gon’ do about buddy?” he asked referencing to the nigga that popped in tonight.
“I’m gon’ beat his ass; fuck you mean?”
“Yeah, but the nigga came from the MMA, you don’t think?—”
“Don’t tell me you’re scared.” I smirked.
“Scared of what, nigga?” He frowned. “You’re the one that has to get in the ring with the nigga.”
“Aight then, quit acting like a bitch because I ain’t worried. You ain’t ever saw me lose a mothafuckin’ fight in the ring or out that mothafucka.”
“I don’t know bruh, back in Vegas you almost—aight, aight, chill.” He laughed as he ran around his car. “Let me get out of here though, my girl said she had a surprise for me and shit. I hope it involves that lingerie and whipped cream I saw on the?—”
“Aight, bruh I can do without the visual. I’ll fuck with you later.”
After dapping one another up one last time, we hopped in our rides and bounced. I was lowkey glad that I had at least few weeks off depending on when Ray set this fight up for. I could kick it with my wife and kids, find out what the fuck we were having, and figure shit out with my fuckin’ mama.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Kehlani
When my phone vibrated on the counter, I dried the dish water from my hands and checked it to see that that Ms. Cheryl was texting me.
Could you meet me at Miles and Bryce’s office this morning?
Sure, what time?
As soon as possible please ma’am.
Okay, I’ll get dressed to come now. Is everything okay?
It will be. See you soon.
Well, that was an extremely vague way of putting it. What could she want and why did she want to meet at the lawyer’s office? After I finished cleaning the kitchen, I headed upstairs so that I could shower and get dressed. Javyous and the kids were down in the living room, so when I descended the steps he looked in my direction.
Catching me by wrist, he stopped me from walking by. “Ay, where the fuck you going looking like this?”
His hands were rubbing up and down the back of my thighs. Thankfully the twins were fast asleep on the couch, otherwise I would have had to stop him.
“I look regular, baby.” I grinned as I rubbed the back of his head.
All I had on was a simple red shirt and pants set from Fashion Nova and some Gucci sneakers with the matching purse. I also had a Gucci hat on my head because I didn’t feel like getting my hair together.
“If fine as fuck is regular then yeah, I agree.”
“I hate when you do that.” I blushed.
“What make you smile?”
“No make me blush hard,” I answered. “I always feel like my face is about to break.”
“A nigga gon’ always make you smile and blush and shit. I’m your man. If I don’t do it, who will?”
I knew the question was rhetorical, but I answered it anyways. “Nobody, baby.”
“Damn right, because your nigga don’t play.” He grinned. “Give me a kiss.”
Smiling, I leaned in and kissed his lips. I tried to make it one quick peck, but he wouldn’t be JV if he didn’t take it to the extreme.
