Page 47 of Ony If It's You
Where the fuck did she get this from?
“Yeah nigga, I found this when I went to get my stuff from your house.”
“How the fuck you get in my crib?”
“Don’t worry about that, just know that I did and I found that.” She pointed to the paper in my hand. “And don’t think that’s the only one. I made copies.”
She was smirking like she was doing something.
“You tryna blackmail me or some shit?” I asked amused.
She fought to maintain the look on her face, but I could see the discomfort written all over it when she didn’t get the reaction she thought she was going to get.
“N-no, I-I’m just l-letting you know.” She was nervous as hell as she stumbled over her words and walked backward due to the fact that I was walking forward. She retreated until her back hit the door.
“Letting me know what exactly?” I questioned now that there was no space between us.
“T-that I w-will t-tell p-people t-that y-your m-marriage isn’t r-real.”
I smiled big at her uneasiness. Nothing about what she said sounded confident, but still I knew how scorned women worked and she would for sure go and tell people, the blogs mainly, that my shit wasn’t real. I wasn’t going to let her hold that shit over my head though. Fuck I look like?
“I wouldn’t give a fuck what yo’ ass went and told any mothafuckin’ body, Zoey. Let me put you up on game about some shit.”
I was tired of sparing her feelings because of her mental issues. I showed her all kinds of attention and shit because I didn’t want to be another slimy mothafucka in her life, but now that she tried to threaten me? Naw, shit wasn’t happening like that.
“If it wasn’t Lani, it still wouldn’t be you. I been fuckin’ you for years and it never crossed my mind to wife you, no matter what condition my career and reputation was in, you were never an option. Also, no matter what that mothafuckin’ paper says, it has nothing to do with how Ireallyfeel about my wife. I fuck with herfor real, whether you think it’s real or not. Regardless, she managed to do something in two weeks that you been tryna do for years, that’s got to fucking suck.”
Tears were pouring down her face as I smiled at her. I wasn’t moved one bit by the waterworks. I was gentle when it came to Zoey, but she had me fucked up tonight. I wasn’t going to let her condition be a crutch for her ass to do and say whatever the fuck what she wanted to me and I wasn’t going to let her ass be the reason I lost Lani either.
“JV!” She whimpered. “Y-you don’t mean that,” she cried. “You can’t.”
“I don’t say shit that I don’t fucking mean,” I replied. “Get out.”
Reaching behind her, I pulled the door open so that she could leave. My uncle and Zach were standing there waiting so I had my uncle get her out while Zach cut the tape from my gloves.
When I got to the room, I showered first then went to find Kehlani. My uncle let me know that she left the fight and had security walk her back upstairs. Once he confirmed that, I was able to calm down a little to talk to the few reporters that’d hung around to see if they would get lucky enough to talk to me.
“Ay,” I whispered, shaking her a little. She was asleep, but I didn’t care, I wanted to holla at her. “Kehlani.”
“What?” she moaned with her eyes still closed.
My dick bricked a little because the shit sounded lowkey sexy.
“Kehlani.”
“What, Javyous?” she spat, finally opening her eyes.
“Calm down and shut the hell up before you wake them.”
I pulled the cover from her body and had to adjust myself again because she wasn’t wearing shit but some little ass shorts and a tank top. She snatched the cover back over her and scowled at me.
“Get out, Javyous.”
Sucking my teeth, I snatched the cover off of her again, careful not to pull it off of the kids, and grabbed her forearm, pulling her from the bed. She was fighting to get out of my grasp, but not too hard in fear that we’d wake the kids.
After pulling the door to the bedroom closed, she snatched her arm away and slapped the shit out of me, sending my head in the other direction. Slowly I turned to face her with my shit stinging from the slap. She looked scared shitless and rightfully so. I didn’t believe in putting my hands on women, but I wasn’t going to let them put theirs on me either.
Walking her into the door that she had just closed, I leaned into her face so that our noses were touching.
