Page 21 of Ony If It’s You

“Calm down and shut the hell up before you wake them.”

I pulled the cover from her body and had to adjust myself again because she wasn’t wearing shit but some little ass shorts and a tank top. She snatched the cover back over her and scowled at me.

“Get out, Javyous.”

Sucking my teeth, I snatched the cover off of her again, careful not to pull it off of the kids, and grabbed her forearm, pulling her from the bed. She was fighting to get out of my grasp, but not too hard in fear that we’d wake the kids.

After pulling the door to the bedroom closed, she snatched her arm away and slapped the shit out of me, sending my head in the other direction.

Slowly I turned to face her with my shit stinging from the slap.

She looked scared shitless and rightfully so.

I didn’t believe in putting my hands on women, but I wasn’t going to let them put theirs on me either.

Walking her into the door that she had just closed, I leaned into her face so that our noses were touching.

“Do I fucking put my hands on yo’ ass?”

“Javyous, you?—”

Unable to help it, I gripped the front of her neck and applied enough pressure to stall her words, but not enough to hurt her.

“You heard what the fuck I just asked you?” I asked her and she nodded. “Answer that shit then.”

“N-no,” she answered as best she could and shook her head as well.

“Aight then, don’t be fucking slapping on me and shit.” I released her and headed for the couch. When I was there, I took a seat and patted the spot beside me. “Come holla at me.”

“Go holla at your hoes,” she spat from the same spot.

Chuckling, I shook my head and folded my hands in front of me between my legs and said, “Kehlani, come sit your ass down so we can talk.”

She remained stoic until she noticed that I wasn’t fucking around with her. So, after stomping her little foot, she stormed over to the chair instead sitting beside me like I had asked her to.

“What is it? I’m tired.” Her leg was crossed over her knee and she had her arms folded to let me know that she had an attitude.

“Why did you leave the fight?”

“Because I didn’t want to be at that bullshit ass fight.”

Her glare was hard on me as she spoke and she angled her head to the side when she finished talking as a smirk graced her face.

She wanted a rise out of me.

Nodding, I chewed on the inside of my cheek before replying to her little disrespectful ass.

“Why didn’t you want to be to there, Kehlani?”

“Because I’m grown, Javyous, and I don’t have to be anywhere I don’t fucking want to be.”

“Aight, you peep this.” I scooted to the front of the couch in case I needed to hop out of it on her ass. “You gon’ fix your mothafuckin’ tone and run me some mothafuckin’ respect before you be praying you and alligators have growing your teeth back in common.”

Her little disrespectful ass mouth slammed shut when I said that. Naw, a nigga would never hit her, but I needed to pipe that little smart mouth down before I choked her up a wall.

“Now again, why did you leave my fight, Kehlani?”

“Why did you invite that hoe to your fight, Javyous?”

“I didn’t invite her ass to my fight, Kehlani.”

“Then why was the seat next to me empty?”

Shit.

Those were the seats that Zoey and Kecia normally sat in when they did come to my fights, but I knew that wouldn’t sound good to her. I racked my brain with an excuse that would be acceptable, but kept coming up empty, so I just told the truth.

“Those are the seats her and Kecia normally sit in.”

“Wow.” She scoffed then chuckled as she looked me up and down. “Fucking wow, Javyous.”

“That don’t mean shit though,” I argued.

“No nigga, it means a fucking lot,” she spat. “Not only do you have me in the same seats that your hoes sit in, but you didn’t even allow them to sell the other seat? What? Were you waiting on one or possibly both of them to show up?”

I frowned and rushed out, “No. I just didn’t think about it.”

“Well, because you didn’t think about it your little whore invited herself into my space and gave me a brief background on how you guys have a revolving door of women that you meet, have your way with for however long time permits you to, or how she put it, ’til you get bored , then it’s right back to dumb and dumber. ”

“That’s not true,” I defended.

“No?” She angled her head to the side. “So, they are the only two women that you’ve been with?”

“I mean, naw, but?—”

“So, she was telling the truth.”

“No, she wasn’t.” I frowned deeper.

“You’re contradicting yourself here, my dear husband.” She smirked. I could tell that she was really trying to mask how pissed she was.

“Kehlani, I was single. Yeah, I rocked with Kecia and Zoey heavy as hell, but I had fun in the company of other women too. You’re making it seem like I was using bitches then going back to them.”

“I’m making it seem?” she asked incredulously. “Your bitch told me all of this and from where I’m where I’m standing, she wasn’t lying.”

“Why does it even matter what I was doing before you?” I snapped, irritated at Zoey’s smart ass mouth. “I didn’t know this arrangement shit came with a mothafuckin’ interrogation.”

“Mothafuckin’ arrangement, huh?” She grinned and stood to her feet.

“Kehlani, I didn’t mean it like that.” I reached to grab her wrist when she tried to walk away.

Her eyes traveled to where my hand landed on her wrist before crawling back up to meet mine.

“No, I think you said exactly what you meant, Javyous. This arrangement doesn’t warrant an interrogation, but me being your wife and being approached by a hoe I told you to cut the fuck off gives me more than enough reason to question your ass.

What this bullshit of an arrangement doesn’t come with is meaningless sex and you waking me up in the middle of the night anymore.

Let me the fuck go.” She growled the last part and tried to pull away, but I had a grip on her.

“Kehlani…”

She ignored me and tugged again. “Let go of my fucking arm, Javyous.”

As bad as I didn’t want to, I released her and allowed her to walk away. I didn’t mean for it to come out like that, I was just frustrated. I rocked with her, beyond the fucking arrangement, but a nigga was scared because shit was foreign and moving so fucking fast.

Fuck!

Sighing dejectedly, I stood from my place and went to my room. The night hadn’t gone shit like I planned for it to, so I would just allow her to sleep on it and try again tomorrow.