Page 38 of Ony If It’s You

Chapter Twenty-Three

J avyous

Dominic and Zoree Kincaid want to meet with you this afternoon, will you be free?

Zach was always on a nigga’s line early in the morning. I often wondered what time his ass woke up every day. His text did have my interest piqued though. Dominic Kincaid owned Black Diamonds, a popular nightclub here in Crescent Falls, and his wife had a liquor line or some shit.

For what? I texted back.

A business opportunity.

I’ll be there then. Make sure it’s worth my time, since you’re making me cut training short.

Don’t I always?

That’s why we pay you the big bucks, bro. What about the promoter thing?

I needed a new promoter since I had fired my pops. It was bittersweet because the nigga was good as fuck at what he did, but I wasn’t going to keep dealing with him inserting himself into my personal business and life nor was I going for the disrespect and slander of my wife.

Got that covered too. See you at the office this afternoon.

Just as I tossed my phone to the side, Kehlani was exiting the bathroom covered in nothing but her towel.

“Ay, come here.” I caught her wrist when she tried to walk past me.

I rubbed up and down her bare thighs once I had her between my legs. She smiled down at me as I looked up at her.

“Give me a kiss,” I commanded and like the good wife that she was, she leaned down and kissed my lips.

She tried it with that quick punk ass peck, but I wasn’t going for it. Wrapping a hand around the back of her neck to keep her in place, I forced my tongue inside her mouth to deepen the kiss.

She quickly fell into rhythm with the kiss and straddled my lap.

With my free hand, I pulled her towel apart until her breasts were exposed.

We had just found out about the baby, but her shits were already growing.

Releasing the hold on her neck and breaking the kiss, I moved my head lower so that I could pull one of her nipples into my mouth.

She’d been complaining about how sensitive and tender they were, so I wanted to be gentle.

“Baby,” she whimpered while massaging the back of my neck and head.

I wasn’t wearing anything but some basketball shorts, so I could feel the heat coming from her center. Too eager to resist it, I slipped two fingers inside of her. Her shit instantly squeezed my fingers, making my dick jump in my shorts.

I let go of the nipple that was in my mouth and switched to the other while speeding up the pace of my fingers inside of her.

Her body started to jolt as I moved in and out of her.

When I felt her starting to come unglued, I released her nipple and looked up at her making sexy ass faces.

She was fine as shit to me all the time, but it was something about the way she looked when I was snatching her soul.

“Baby,” she cried. “I’m—uh.” She was creaming all over my fingers. It was a sight to see and mouthwatering, but I wanted to be inside of her badly, so I had to settle for only tasting her essence on my fingers as I released myself from my shorts.

“Javyous, not right now, I have—mmm.”

Her words were cut short when I entered her.

“Right now, so shut up and ride this dick.”

I fell back on the bed supporting my weight on one of my elbow as I held her ass in the other hand. Her hands were on my shoulders and her feet planted flat on the bed as she moved up and down on my dick. Her shit was wet as hell and my toes were curling from the feeling.

I slapped and gripped her ass as she bounced on my shit. She always tried to act like she didn’t want this dick but showed out every time she hopped on it.

“Fuck,” I grunted and smacked her ass when she did a kegel on my shit. “Ride that mothafucka, just like that.”

She loved when I stroked her ego and smacked her ass when I was beating her shit out of the frame.

Freaky ass.

Gripping her chin gently, I pulled her face to mine and forced a nasty kiss on her as she continued to ride. Letting her lips go, I kept her face in my hands as I looked down to watch the magic happen. My nut was rising quickly as I watched the show and listened to her moans and cries.

“Shit, girl,” I said, eyeing her.

“I-I l-love y-you,” she admitted, looking into my eyes.

I smirked and started to finally fuck her back.

She didn’t even know it, but she had sent a nigga’s ego through the roof.

I could feel her center getting wetter and wetter from her release and mine was coming right behind hers.

I fucked her harder and faster until my seeds were shooting deep into her womb.

When she came down from her orgasmic high, I pulled her in for another hungry kiss. I was so addicted to this girl that it was crazy.

“If you weren’t already pregnant, you for sure would be now.” I grinned against her lips.

She rolled her eyes then rolled off of me.

“I’m sleepy now,” she complained.

When she tried to pull the cover up, I stopped her and pulled her from the bed, walking us to the bathroom to the shower.

I turned it on and waited for a minute before walking us inside.

She liked the water scorching, but her ass was going to settle for my temperature because a nigga wasn’t cooking in here with her ass.

She laid against my body the entire time we were in the shower making it a task for me to wash the both of us, but I was able to get the job done.

I had to force her ass to get ready for work instead of crawling back in bed.

She had the biggest and cutest pout on her face the entire time she did it too.

I complimented her as she put her earrings in. “You look good, baby.”

“Fuck you, Javyous,” she playfully spat. “No, move!” She nudged me and tried to wiggle free from my hold when I wrapped her in my arms.

“I thought you wanted me to fuck you.” I grinned into the crook of her neck.

“No, not right now.”

“Well, shit, be more specific.”

She had a big, pretty ass smile on her face as she finished up in the mirror. I couldn’t stop my own smile from forming as I took her in. She looked happy as hell and a nigga was grateful because all I wanted was for them to be happy and worry free.

She grabbed her phone and purse from the chair in the corner of our room before doing a final look around to make sure she had everything. I stopped her and pulled her into me when she went to leave the room.

“What are you doing?” She smiled up at me.

“I love you too,” I finally said after studying her face and eyes which welled up with tears.

“You do?”

“Of course I do.” I smiled, holding her in my arms. If I could stay in this moment forever, I really would. I loved every fucking thing about this fucking girl.

“Not just because of the baby?”

“Naw because I loved you before the baby.”

“Javyous.” She simpered.

“I did.” I shrugged before kissing her nose and lips then I released her. “Call me when you get to work.”

She stood frozen for a second before finally nodding then leaving. I knew her ass was happy that I’d said it back to her. Lani was an over thinker, so I had no doubt in my mind that she was going to be in her head about it if I hadn’t returned her sentiments.

Once Kehlani was gone, I finished getting ready and headed to the gym. I’d been contacted about a fight, but with no promoter I wasn’t able to set it up. Since Zach said he had it under control I knew it was going to happen.

The gym was pretty empty when I made it which I was happy about. I hated to be rushed by fans and patrons. It was my gym, I was there often, so it was inevitable, but if it could be avoided then I avoided it.

Making my way inside, I found Pres in his office on the phone talking to someone in a hushed tone. Whatever they were talking about was serious because his face was tight as hell and he looked mad tense.

“Yo.” I knocked on the door to make my presence known. He damn near jumped out of his skin when he looked up. He rushed whoever he was talking to off of the phone, then forced himself to tighten up.

“Nephew.” He smiled awkwardly, extending his hand to me.

I eyed him skeptically as I inched toward him to accept his hand.

“Everything okay?”

“Y-yeah, women.” He shrugged.

Women?

Since I was a little nigga, I had never seen or heard my uncle talking to another woman.

Dominique’s moms passed away from cancer when we were kids and he never dated again.

I mean, I didn’t have my doubts that he fucked around with women, he was a man, but nothing serious enough to be arguing with one on the phone.

“Word, I didn’t know you had women.”

He looked at me like I was crazy.

“Nigga, I’m no spring chicken, but everything on me is intact and still working.”

We shared a laugh as the two of us journeyed to the front room so we could start my training session. He assisted me with taping my hands up then my warmups. Today’s training session was going to be short, but intense.

I filled him in on why I’d let my pops go and also on the meeting that I had coming up with Zach and the Kincaids. I really owed a lot to my uncle for my entire career.

I was an angry little nigga growing up. I hated thinking about not having a mother.

I used to spend a lot of time at Dominique’s crib with him and his parents and it always reminded me of what I didn’t have.

Nique hadn’t gotten to experience it long, but at least he had some memories with his moms. I never had mine from the very beginning and that angered me.

Yeah, I had Ms. Phyllis and a nigga was grateful, but it still wasn’t the real thing.

I never got to run to anyone about nightmares or girl problems because God knows I couldn’t go to my pops about it.

I had never been in love as a child, none of that puppy love shit.

Just fucking different hoes all my life until I’d met my wife.

All of that shit fueled my anger, but Pres taught me how to channel it.

I could always fight; he taught me to be a boxer though and capitalize off of the shit.

The sound of the door opening jarred me from my thoughts.

Pres and I both looked that way and noticed Zach walking in with a female in tow.

I frowned and stood up straight to see what he had going on.

I knew her ass wasn’t Zoree Kincaid, so it couldn’t be the woman I was supposed to be meeting with today.

“JV, Pres, how’s it going?”

“What is this?” I ignored his greeting and pointed to the unwanted guest.

“Right, this is Ray, your new promoter.”

Pres and I shared a look before I chuckled and gave Zach my attention again. He had me fucked up.

“My what?” I asked for clarity although I heard him loud and clear.

“Your promoter.”

“Are you out of your mind?” I frowned at the both of them.

“What? No,” he answered looking confused. “You said you needed a new promoter, so I got you one and she?—”

“And she’s a fucking female, nigga. Did you forget about Lani? She would kill me if she knew I had a bitch working so closely with me, no disrespect.”

“None taken.” She smiled. “I can assure you and your wife that this will be all business. My husband wouldn’t have it any other way.”

I was a little relieved to learn that she was married, but still a little unsure. The reality of it was if Kehlani didn’t give no fucks about that and wanted shorty gone, then that was what it would be.

“Your husband?”

“Yeah, Ryan Sacks.”

“ The Ryan Sacks?” My eyes ballooned learning that her husband was one of the biggest promoters in the boxing business.

“Yep, that would be him.” She beamed. “He would have taken this job, but his workload is a little heavy right now so he asked me to step in.”

I nodded, impressed that he’d gone into business with his wife. I mean I would do the same with Lani if that was what she wanted. Not no boxing shit though. She was too fine for that and I couldn’t promise that I wouldn’t intervene and knock a bitch off their feet for hitting mine the wrong way.

“Aight, bet, as long as shit is business then I’m cool.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” She smiled and assured me. “Now that we have agreed to do business together, I have an opportunity for you. It’s a charity event though.”

I didn’t too much fuck with the idea of not getting paid, but I was always down to give back to the community.

“Let’s hear it.”

“I was contacted to set up a charity boxing event to raise money for the Mount Sinai Children’s Hospital. This event will get a lot of traction and news attention. If you would agree to host it here that would be even better.”

“Here? Like at TKO?” I asked for clarity.

She nodded. “The event won’t be that big, it’s local. This space would be perfect.”

I looked over at my uncle who was nodding, wearing a wide smile. He was the one that would be involved with that. I owned my gym, but he was more hands on with it than I was.

“Aight, bet. Sounds like a plan,” I agreed.

“Perfect. I’ll start getting everything in order. I’ll be in touch soon about a fight in Vegas too.”

We shared a handshake before she and Zach headed out.

“See you in an hour, JV?” Zach asked from the door.

“Yeah, I’m about to get cleaned up now.”

He nodded and left, leaving me and my uncle alone. We shared a look then smiled big as we dapped one another up. Shit had really started to look up for your boy. Blessings were for sure rolling in.

Pres and I cleaned the gym then I showered and changed before preparing for my meeting with Zach.

I made sure to bring a Gucci short set and the matching shoes to wear to the meeting.

I didn’t want to walk in there wearing basketball shorts and slides even though I had just finished training for the day.

“What’s the meeting for again?” Pres asked when I tossed the strap to my duffle bag over my shoulder.

“Hell if I know,” I admitted. “Zach just hit me up about a business opportunity and you know if it makes dollars, it makes sense to me. I’m trying to get this crib too.”

“Oh yeah, the one in Chandler Heights, right?”

I nodded.

I already knew we were going to need more space with just the twins, but with Kehlani being pregnant, I knew that I needed more room for my family.

Chandler Heights was where all the niggas with money lived.

I could have bought a house up there a long time ago, but I’d gotten my gym and mine and my pops’ cribs .

It was just me then so I was comfortable.

I had a family now though, so shit was different.

“I’m super proud of you, nephew,” he said, dapping me up one last time.

“I know, I appreciate that.” I nodded. “I’ll fuck with you later.”

We went in opposite directions, me with a little extra pep in my step because I was excited to find out what the meeting was about. I sent up a quick prayer that it was what I was hoping it was then headed in that direction.