Page 13 of Ony If It’s You

Chapter Nine

J avyous

“Ay, your wife on the way here,” Dominique said, making me loosen the hold I had on Zoey’s waist as she danced in my lap.

“What?” I frowned. “How she even know where the fuck I’m at?”

“Social media.”

I frowned harder. I hadn’t posted shit online because that wasn’t my thing and the place barely had patrons because it’d literally just opened.

My eyes scanned the room to see who could have posted and landed on Kecia who was walking back from the bathroom.

Her ass couldn’t stay off of that shit and posted all of her moves.

“You posted me on your shit?” I asked when she was close enough.

“Yeah,” she answered confused. “Why?”

“Shit,” I hissed and tapped Zoey’s leg for her to get up. “Watch out.”

“Oh no, please don’t rush to leave on account of me.”

Kehlani appeared at the entrance of the section that we were seated in with her friend beside her. That must have been how Dominique knew that they were coming.

“Kehlani, what are you doing here?”

“No negro, that’s the question you need to be asking yourself,” she spat, folding her hands in front of her, eyeing everyone in the section.

“Ay, cuz, take her to my office,” Nique suggested. “You don’t need a scene and people are starting to come in.”

Nodding, I took the three steps down out of the section, grabbing Kehlani’s hand to pull her along.

There was a little resistance, but not enough for her to overpower me.

I knew she was pissed judging by the look on her face.

As soon as the door to Dominique’s office closed, she snatched away and folded her arms in front of her again. She was so fucking fine even while mad.

“Did you bring those bitches to my office with you?”

“No.” I frowned. I wasn’t a disrespectful nigga, not with her at least.

“You know Javyous, after you came to my office not even an hour ago, I thought that we may be able to make this situation work, but I see I was completely wrong.”

“Make it work? What does that even mean?”

“I thought that we would be able to tolerate one another enough to at least get through this year smoothly, but again I was wrong. You have got me completely fucked up.”

“How? I haven’t even done shit!” I spat.

“Nigga you are out with not one but two bitches that are not your fucking wife, or did you forget that small detail on the ride over here?”

“No, but I wasn’t aware that I had to cut the shit I did in my personal time out. Everyone knows I’m married just like everyone knows that I’ve been fucking with Kecia and Zoey.”

She scoffed and dropped her arms to prop her hands on those thick ass hips. I licked my lips at the sight. I knew we were supposed to be serious in this moment, but I couldn’t help it.

“So what? You think that you and the media are going to just box me in with this little harem of hoes that you have going on?”

“I mean—aight.” I grabbed her when she tried to walk by me. “Aight, naw, I don’t want them to box you into no fucking harem, Kehlani, but what do you want me to do? I had shit going on before we made a drunk decision.”

“Well since I’m just a drunk decision you shouldn’t have any problem with me annulling this fuck ass marriage. I haven’t spent any of that money so I will give it right back and you don’t have to worry about any future payments.”

I stopped her little ass again. “Wait, no, you can’t.”

“Oh, but I fucking can,” she replied, stepping closer to me.

“Because if you think for one mothafuckin’ second that you’re going to be flaunting your big-headed ass around town with two other bitches then you have another mothafuckin’ thing coming for you.

Go marry one of their asses since they’re okay with that shit. ”

Gently I caught her by the waist, pulling her back to my chest when she stepped around me.

“Aight, I’ll figure it out.”

“No, don’t figure it out, cut it the fuck off. I have a business and children. I will not be painted out to be another member on this little fucked up ass situation you have going on.”

“It’s complicated, man,” I admitted truthfully. Zoey was going to go ballistic when I cut her off.

“What’s more important, your career or those hoes?”

“My career,” I answered easily.

“Then uncomplicate it,” she spat, nudging me off of her. “Twenty-four hours or I’m out.”

She winked and blew me a kiss before she stepped out of the door.

I sighed and looked down at my dick that was tented in my shorts due to being around my wife.

It was that fucking perfume. She smelled so good.

I couldn’t pinpoint the scent. I just knew that it smelled like it tasted good and I wanted to taste her fine ass.

I took a few minutes to get my shit to go down before I headed back out there with my cousin and the girls.

Kecia and Zoey were the only two in the section when I got back out there.

I waved them over so that we could be out.

The spot was filling up now and I didn’t want to risk being seen on the blogs or some shit even though Kecia had already blown my spot up.

When we got outside, I asked them to meet me at my crib before I climbed into my car and headed home.

On the way there, my manager sent me a text for me to meet him at his office.

He also informed me that my pops and my uncle would be there as well.

I wanted to decline, but I knew it was business shit, so said fuck it.

I needed to handle shit with Kecia and Zoey quick and head over there.

They were pulling in right behind me, so when I went inside, I stopped in my living room. We just needed to have this quick conversation and they could be on their way.

“Naw, right here.” I pointed to the couch when Kecia tried to keep her strides to the back. Her face twisted up in confusion, but she did as I asked her to.

“What’s going on?”

“Look, we got to chill on this shit.”

Kecia’s face frowned up and Zoey sank down the wall that she was leaning against. Kecia I wasn’t concerned about, but Zoey was a different story. I knew that she was going to take it harder.

“Chill on this? What does that even mean?” Kecia barked.

“You need to check your fucking tone, first of all. Secondly, it means this shit right here is a wrap. I need to put all my focus on my career, so I need to fall back.”

“Why?”

“R-right, I-I thought you were happy like this,” Zoey chimed in. “I thought this is what you wanted.”

“It was, but right now I need to put my focus elsewhere.”

“Like where? With that bitch?” Kecia spat.

My eyes slowly crawled from Zoey to her.

I was kind of surprised at myself for keeping Kecia around for so long because of her mouth.

I would just blame it on being comfortable and the fact that her and Zoey got along so good, so it made it easier, but that wasn’t enough for me to tolerate her disrespect.

“Like whatever I want to put my mothafuckin’ focus on,” I spat back, rising from where I was resting on the arm of my couch. I needed to be getting to my manager’s spot.

Making my way over to Zoey, I extended my hand so that I could help her up. Hesitantly she accepted and slowly rose from her spot on the floor and came into my embrace.

“Look, I fuck with you Zo, but shit needs to be like this for now. I’m about to really be invested in my shit, so I won’t have time for women.”

“So that means you won’t be with her either?” She sniffled, looking up at me with teary eyes. “The girl from Dominique’s place?”

I didn’t want to lie because I didn't do that with women. I liked to be completely transparent with shit so the expectations weren’t there nor could they be disappointed due to me leading them on, but I also knew I had to handle her differently. I couldn’t just be an asshole about it.

“I’m about to strictly be focused on boxing, but she’s my wife, so she will be around.”

“Your wife?” Kecia scoffed. “The bitch popped up out of thin air, now you’re cutting us off for her ass?”

“Yeah, I am because I can’t run around town with random women when I have a fucking wife.”

“Random women?” Zoey whimpered. “We’re not random women.”

“I ain’t mean it like that.” I sighed. “Look, regardless how any of us feel this shit is a wrap. I got to focus. That’s what’s most important.”

Squeezing her one last time, I released her and took a step back then looked Kecia’s way seeing that she was still mugging me.

She’d be okay, her and Zoey. They didn’t have a choice because I couldn’t afford for shit to go south with Kehlani, literally.

I didn’t have two million dollars to give her ass right now, and hell when I got it, I wasn’t trying to give it to her just because I wouldn’t stop fucking with two females that weren’t technically mine.

“Whatever,” Kecia finally said. “Let’s go, Zoey, I’ll take you home.”

She stormed out while Zoey stay planted, still looking at me, crying.

“Go ahead, Zo.” I pointed toward the door. “I know y’all probably have shit here, so I’ll get it to you later.”

“JV, please,” she begged with tears rushing down her face. “Don’t do this. I—we can all be together, right? She can just join the three of us.”

“What?” I frowned at the thought of sharing Kehlani with anyone, even women.

What the fuck? I wasn’t even with her and didn’t plan to be, yet I didn’t want to share her.

“Naw, this ain’t that.”

Growing tired and impatient with the whole situation, I gently grabbed Zoey’s forearm and led her out the door before I locked it behind me.

Walking her to the passenger side of Kecia’s car, I opened the door and told her to get in.

She hesitated, but eventually got in. Kecia wasted no time backing out of my driveway.

She was going so fast that I barely had time to move, but I let her make it since I had somewhere to be.

“Who the hell are you supposed to be to summon me somewhere?” I heard my father’s voice before I actually made it to Zach’s office.