Page 82 of Ony If It's You
“What?” I frowned and questioned the last part.
“Yeah, you heard me. Go be with Kecia and leave me the fuck alone.”
Chuckling, I stood up and snatched the cover with me. I was officially done with the disrespect.
“Javy—”
“Yeah, shut your little disrespectful ass up,” I growled with the front of her shirt in my grasp.
“Let me go,” she said through gritted teeth.
Snatching her forward a little more so that she was closer to my face, I said, “I said shut the fuck up.”
Her mouth slammed shut when she noticed that I wasn’t playing around with her.
“Now, I’ve been allowing you to walk around here and have your little funky ass attitude, but you gon’ watch your mothafuckin’ mouth and show me some fucking respect, you feel me?”
“Yes.” She sniffled immediately making a nigga feel like shit. It wasn’t my goal to make her little spoiled ass cry.
Sighing, I released the front of her shirt and pulled her into me.
“Come here, man.” I lifted her chin using my index finger so that she was looking at me. “How the fuck you crying and you the one giving me a hard fucking time?”
“Just let me go, Javyous,” she sniveled.
“No.” I frowned, taking a seat on the bed and positioning her in my lap. “Talk to me, baby. What’s the problem?”
“I have to get the twins soon. I don’t feel good, so I want to take a nap before they get home.”
“I got the twins, now tell me what’s up.”
She remained quiet and eyed me for a second before finally responding. “My problem is when I asked you about the club situation you lied to me.”
I pulled my head back and frowned. “No the fuck I didn’t.”
“Kecia was there?”
I couldn’t lie, a nigga’s stomach dropped at the question. Not because I had done anything, but because how the fuck did she know that?
“Huh?”
“If you can huh, you can fucking hear, Javyous,” she spat.
“Aight, yeah, she was there but, chill the fuck out, man.”
She had started to swing on me, so I had to catch her arms.
“Fuck you, JV!”
“For what? It ain’t nothing with me and that mothafuckin’ girl. She popped up on me and I bounced. You act like I was kicking it with that bitch or something.”
“Yeah, okay, you’ll tell me anything.” When she sniffled and wiped away her tears I tried to bring her into me, but she resisted. “No, get off of me and get out.”
“Kehlani, I swear?—”
She cut me off. “No don’t swear shit to me! You’re a liar and you’re just like your dog ass father. If it wasn’t anything between the two of you, then I would have heard about the Kecia bitch from you and not him. I told you if you wanted to be with those bitches then?—”
“Ay, shut all that shit up,” I barked, cutting her rant off. “Don’t nobody want them hoes, aight? Now, you say my pops told you this shit?”
