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“I didn’t say that.”
“So, Messiah was lying?” I fired back, angling my head to the side.
“No, but he mistook my words,” he replied and JV laughed.
“How the fuck does a six year old mistake someone calling his mother a hoe.”
“Just how he did, nigga,” Pharaoh spat. “I wasn’t even talking to him when I said that she was on some hoe shit. I was talking to one of my partners.”
“Regardless of how you said it, Pharaoh, and to who, our son heard it and repeated it. I never talk bad about you to them oraroundthem, so I deserve the same respect.”
“Aight.” He sighed. “My bad, you’re right. I didn’t have to do that and it won’t happen again.”
“That’s all I ask.” I smiled. “And now we can leave your parents and my grandmother alone and do drop offs between the three of us, right?”
“Three?” Pharaoh frowned.
“Yes, Pharaoh, JV is my husband and a permanent part of our lives. I’m about to have a new baby and I work, so there are going to be times that the two of you will have to get along for the sake of the kids.”
I could tell that my baby daddy so badly wanted to kick, scream, and fight me on this, but he knew that I was right, so he obliged.
“Fine, but I hope the vibes are the same when I wife a bitch.”
“That’s your problem, you’re looking for a bitch and not a wife.”
“Yeah, whatever,” he mumbled and grabbed the menu that was in front of him. The waitress had brought me and JV’s drinks while we were talking so I hoped the food came soon too.
“Fuck you doing?” Javyous frowned.
“Getting some food, is that aight with you?” Pharaoh asked sarcastically. “We all got to coparent, so we should all be able to share a meal, right?” He was wearing a smug grin and I groaned. JV was playing shit cool, but I knew Pharaoh was pushing it.
“Yes, you can eat with us,” I answered before JV could and laughed.
“He paying for his own shit,” my baby griped and pulled me closer to him before kissing my temple. I was just glad that we’d gotten through the conversation and came to a conclusion without moving these people’s furniture around in their establishment.
Chapter Thirty
Javyous
“Stop fucking moving, Kehlani,” I said with a mouth full of pussy.
I had somewhere to be, but her spoiled ass had pouted and whined until I had her pregnant ass folded up on the bed, sucking the soul out of her pussy.
“Mm, I-I c-can’t help it,” she moaned.
My palms were on the back of each of her thighs, keeping them pushed back as I took turns licking and sucking on her swollen pearl.
“Shit, this mothafucka is wet, bae. You sure your water ain’t break and shit,” I asked as I watched her juices leak from her center.
She was making a skincare video so her ring light was still on giving perfect lighting and me a perfect view of her pretty ass pussy.
“Put it in baby,” she begged, but I ignored her and inserted two fingers. “Ahh.”
“Mmhm.” I grinned as I finger fucked her until she released hard on my fingers. I knew she was about to be pissed with mebecause I wasn’t fucking her, but she would be okay. I planned to drop dick to her later tonight.
After lapping up all of her juices, I released her and stood to my feet then headed into the bathroom. I could feel her staring at my back the entire time.
“What are you doing?” she asked as I brushed my teeth then washed my face.
