Page 32 of Ony If It's You
“What’s up, baby? Talk to me.”
Chills covered my body when he called me baby.
Shit, this wasn’t a good idea and neither was Vegas.
“Ne-never mind, I just?—”
“Kehlani, what’s up?” he asked, cutting me off.
“Are you doing anything right now? My granny, she cooked, and she wants to meet you. I understand if you can’t or don’t want to come, she just wanted?—”
He stopped me. “Kehlani.”
“Yes?”
The line was silent for a second, then suddenly wind could be heard chopping as if he was outside.
“Send me the location.”
When he said that I released a breath that I hadn’t even realized that I was holding. I was relieved that he hadn’t rejected me or my granny’s offer.
Removing my phone from my ear, I went to our messages and sent him my current location before saying, “Done.”
“Aight, I’ll see you soon, and Lani?”
“Yes?” I perked up a little.
“When you gon’ let me suck on that pussy again?”
“Ugh,” I spat and disconnected the call. Every time I thought that he wasn’t that horrible, he did or said something to make me change my mind.
Locking my phone, I rejoined my granny and Jocey in the kitchen so that I could help the two of them finish up dinner. I needed to busy myself to get my mind off my husband and the thoughts of sharing space with him once again, not only today, but the entire fucking week.
The three of us finished preparing everything, so Jocey and I started to set the table just as I heard the doorbell ring. My breathing suddenly became shallow as I looked in the direction of the door.
I guess I wasn’t moving fast enough because not only did the bell ring again, but Messiah rushed past me. Panicking, I quickly set the bowl that was in my hand down and ran behind him.
“Messiah!”
“JV Goldsmith!” he shouted in excitement.
It was too late, he was pulling the door open and there stood easily the finest man that I had ever seen wearing a fitted t-shirt, long Nike shorts, and slides. He literally looked good in everything that he wore.
Damn!
“You look good too, baby.” He smirked looking me up and down. I almost lost it when I saw his tongue slowly slide across his bottom lip, but I remembered that my son was right there and had opened the door without permission.
“You know better than to answer the door, Messiah,” I chastised.
“You guys were taking too long, Mommy.” He had the nerve to try to pout. Si was more like his manipulative ass father than I cared for.
“That doesn’t mean you answer the door not knowing who’s on the other side of it.”
“But it’s JV!” he yelled again, still in shock that he was actually standing on our grandmother’s porch.
“What’s up, little man?” JV spoke extending an open palm for my son to slap which he did.
“’Sup.”
