Page 10 of Ony If It’s You

Although I was fuming, I ignored him calling Kehlani out of her name because I was still upset about her throwing that hot ass coffee in my face earlier.

“JV, its fine,” Ms. Phyllis reassured me.

“Naw, it’s not. He ain’t ever gon’ be disrespecting you while I’m around.”

“Fuck all that.” He waved me off. “You were supposed to go to Vegas for a fucking appearance and you go and get married? What about your gotdamn career?”

“What about it?”

“Well, it’s for sure ruined now. Women come with fucking problems, Javyous, I’ve told and showed you that.”

“It’s always humorous when you bring up my career being ruined now, seeing as though I’m in this fucking situation because of your ass.

” I was seething now. I didn’t know if it was because he was being fly at the fucking mouth, the shit with Kehlani earlier, me being a fucking husband and stepfather overnight, literally, or hell, all of it, but I knew that I wanted to cave his face in right now.

“Oh, JV, grow up. We had a disagreement, you overreacted as usual, and now we’re all paying for it because you’re not fighting. Now you add this bitch to the equation, boy I swear.”

“Call her a bitch one more time, my nigga,” I threatened, fed up with the disrespect.

I was pissed with Kehlani no doubt, but I wasn’t going to stand for the disrespect. Hell, at the end of the day she was my wife.

He scoffed with nothing but disgust on his face before heading for the door, but Ms. Phyllis stayed planted. She released the breath that she had been holding when we heard the door slam.

She touched my arm and smiled. “Just give him some time. He’ll be okay.”

“I know that.” I could feel that my face was still twisted up as I looked down at her, so I tried to relax. “He always is.”

“So, who is she? It’s not one of those little heffas is it?” She was now wearing a frown as she looked up at me.

Ms. Phyllis was short as shit and beautiful as hell, even at her age there wasn’t a wrinkle or a blemish in sight. I didn’t understand why she was dealing with my pops’ shit when she could probably have any nigga that she wanted.

“It’s not.” I chuckled. “Her name is Kehlani, she’s a CNA or some shit and she got some kids.”

I told Ms. Phyllis the only things that I knew about her.

That shit with Kehlani having kids had fucked with me a little.

I wanted to blame it on the fact that she was out hopping on my dick the first night that I’d met her, but that was far from the case.

She had some fire between those thick ass thighs and it had a nigga heated that another nigga had hit her and raw at that.

“That’s it?” she questioned. “That’s all you know.”

“Yeah.” I shrugged. “I mean I just learned she had kids this morning before she tossed some steaming hot ass coffee in my fucking face.”

“What did you do, Javyous?”

“Me?” I asked incredulously as I palmed my chest. “How you figure I did some shit?”

Her lips twisted and gathered to one side as she gave me a knowing look. Ms. Phyllis had been around my whole life, so she was privy to a nigga’s ways. Before I could answer her the sound of my father’s horn blared, prompting her to remember he was waiting on her.

“Let me go, but you will be filling me in on everything and you’ll be doing it very soon.”

“Aight, I got you.” I laughed and pulled her into a hug before walking Ms. Phyllis to my pops’ car.

I didn’t say shit to him as I helped her in and shut the door. He was pissed about the marriage shit like I knew he would be, but he’d make it. Maybe I’d fill him in on the ins and outs of shit later and give him the details, but for now I was good with his feathers being ruffled.

Once I was back inside, I went back to the kitchen, pissed that I had to heat my food up. I was the type of nigga that liked his food to be piping hot, so it was mandatory to heat the shit back up. It just annoyed me because the food never tasted the same after.

Grabbing my shit from the microwave, I went back to my chair, plopped down, then commenced to eating.

While I did so, I grabbed my phone and finally took it off of airplane mode.

I knew everybody and their mother had seen that video, so to avoid all of the calls, texts, and questions I left my shit on airplane mode, which was what had ultimately prompted the visit from my pops.

A FaceTime call was coming through from Zoey as soon as I hit the damn button. Sighing dejectedly, I swiped to answer the call. She was the main one that I didn’t want to be bothered with, but I knew I couldn’t avoid it forever.

“Yeah?” I answered with my disinterest very evident knowing what was to come.

“JV.” She sniffled letting know that she was already fucking crying. “I’ve been calling you all night and day.”

Scooping some of my food onto the fork, I shoveled it into my mouth.

“Baby.” She simpered.

“I got in late yesterday, Zoey and had some shit to do early today.”

“Tell me that it’s not true.”

“What?” I frowned at the screen in an attempt to play stupid.

“They—I don’t know, they said that you’re married.”

“Who the fuck is they, Zoey?”

“Kacie said she saw it in the blogs.” She sniffled.

Her beautiful face was all puffy along with her eyes due to her crying for God knows how long. Not interested in giving her the details on what was going on, I switched gears.

“Where are you?”

“In your driveway, Kecia is pulling up right now too.”

I wanted to be pissed at the answer, but I needed to calm her ass down and change the fucking topic, so I got up to toss my plate and trek to the door. When I pulled it opened and saw the two of them, I disconnected the call and waved them over.

Zoey slowly emerged from her car and made her way over to me with a sullen look on her face while Kecia trailed wearing a scowl on her face.

“Oh nigga, you fucking tried it,” she snapped as soon as she was close enough.

When the three of us were inside, I closed and locked my door before turning to face them.

“Married, JV?” Kecia folded her arms in front of her. “Really?”

“You better shut yo’ ass up, Kecia,” I spat as I eyed the both of them with my lip tucked between my teeth.

Kecia was wearing a skintight dress that stopped mid-thigh with some clear colored slides, while Zoey was in something similar just black. I had no doubt that they were probably somewhere together prior to pulling up on me.

“Y’all look good as shit.”

“So you don’t think you need to explain this shit to us?” Kecia continued.

“Right,” Zoey added. “A wife? I thought you didn’t want a relationship, I thought you were good with us.”

“Y’all came to ask me shit that you already know the answer to or to show me how much you missed me?”

Kehlani and that entire situation was not an option to be talked about at all. Both because I didn’t want to and legally I couldn’t.

Kecia was still standing there with an attitude, so I knew Zoey would be the easiest one to get to drop it.

Reaching over, I pulled her into my arms and started to kiss down her face and neck, walking her backwards to my couch.

I was done talking, so Kecia knew that she could join or get the fuck out.

Moments later, she decided on the former just like I knew it would be.