Page 9 of Ony If It’s You

Chapter Seven

J avyous

“You’re a grown ass man, Javyous. Tuck your lips back in. Pouting isn’t going to change this,” Pres said when I got into the passenger seat of his ride.

I hadn’t said a word to him since we’d dropped Kehlani and her friend off to the hotel.

When we talked, the agreement was for us to talk with her about being in a relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend, then he all of a sudden changed it to us staying married.

Pres knew my lifestyle and the situation that I had going on with Kecia and Zoey, so I didn’t understand why he would tell Kehlani or Cheryl that this shit was happening.

“You want me to stay with this girl and we don’t know shit about her. What if she tries to take me for all I got?” I frowned.

“Javyous, be serious. You know I would never do anything to hurt you or Dominique, ever , in any way. Cheryl has everything under control.”

Grunting, I turned to look out of the window. I had no doubt in my uncle at all, but he wanted me to essentially entrust myself and my bread to these women that we both had only met a few times.

When we got to Cheryl’s office there were three people in the room with her, one of them being Kehlani.

I didn’t like being in the same room as Kehlani because my fucking heart skipped a beat whenever she was around.

It was something about those beautiful brown eyes that drew me in and had me wanting to give her fine ass whatever, whenever, and I had just fucking met her.

“So nice of you gentlemen to finally join us.” Cheryl stood to shake both of our hands.

After doing so, I took a seat in the chair directly across from Kehlani but fought hard not to look at her in fear that I might just jump across the table and kiss those sexy ass lips that she had covered in lip gloss.

That plan failed as my eyes shifted her way on their own. Her hair was curly now instead of straight like last two times that I’d laid eyes on her and she was dressed in scrubs making me wonder what she did for a living.

Probably a CNA. That’s what most females were doing these days.

“Now that we’re all here, let’s make some introductions,” Cheryl suggested, jarring me from my thoughts. “We’ll start with Zach here since he isn’t needed the entire meeting. JV, Zach is your new manager…”

“What?” I leaned forward with my brows pinched together. “My uncle manages me.”

“He did,” she corrected. “Your uncle and I both thought this would be better for you seeing as though you’ll be back fighting soon.

With him training you there is no way that he would have the time to focus on both.

Zach here is more than capable.” Her hands were folded in front of her, but she used them to gesture in his direction.

“He’s worked with some of the top athletes in the business. ”

“Here’s my resume if you’d like to see it,” Zach offered, sliding a folder to me.

“Pres, what’s up, what do you think?” I asked ignoring Zach and Cheryl.

“I like the idea and him.” He shrugged. “I’m actually the one that picked him.”

“Aight then.” I nodded. That was all I needed to hear.

“Perfect.” Cheryl beamed before turning to Zach. “I’ll email you all of JV’s contact information so the two of you can set up a formal meeting. I just wanted to at least make the introduction since the three of us will be working so closely together.”

Nodding, Zach stood and shook everyone’s hand in the room except for Kehlani’s. He simply nodded and excused himself from the room before she introduced the other guy that was in the room.

“Okay.” Cheryl clapped and eyed us all. “Now down to business. Guys, this is Ned. He’s a contract lawyer that I hired to draw up some documentation for the matter at hand.

” Picking up a stack of papers, she passed them around to all of us.

“This is an NDA. I’ve had Ned draw it up for the obvious reason, right?

This information cannot get out, at all .

This says that if you agree to remain in the marriage agreement for at least one year, Kehlani, you will be given a total of one million dollars.

You’ll receive two hundred and fifty thousand dollars today, then the rest will come over the course of the twelve-month period. ”

“Why can’t I get it all now?” she asked and I frowned. So, she was just a money hungry female like everyone else.

“Well, Kehlani if we did it that way, there wouldn’t be anything to keep you from breaking your end of the deal. Also understand that if you violate this agreement, the penalty is you having to pay back two times the amount that you’re agreeing to.”

“I wouldn’t do that,” she fired back.

“I know honey, this is just to ensure that,” Cheryl answered, delivering her a warm smile. “The second payment would deposit in four months and so on and so forth.”

“Whose money are you paying her with today?” I frowned because fuck all that. I hadn’t agreed to give her ass a fucking dollar for this shit. Nobody had told me shit.

“Yours, now hush,” Pres said, delivering a look my way.

I didn’t know why he thought this shit was cool. I was good financially, but not rich. A million dollars was all I had to my name after purchasing my gym, house, and car. I’d even paid my pops’ crib off as a gift to him.

“As I was saying, you’ll have received four payments over the course of twelve months plus whatever your husband decides to do for you own his own,” Cheryl continued and I scoffed. She had me fucked up if she thought I was giving Kehlani’s ass a free mil plus more.

“What does this marriage entail?” She used air quotes around the word marriage. “Like what is required of me.”

“All that is required is that you make appearances with him and travel to a few of the matches. We need this thing to look as authentic as possible.”

“Travel?” she questioned. “I can’t just pick up and go to his matches. I have kids and a business to run.”

“Kids?” My eyes grew to the size of golf balls. Shorty’s body was cold as hell. It didn’t look like she had birthed one child let alone multiple.

“Yes, kids.” She rolled her eyes. “I have six-year-old twins; a boy and a girl.”

Cheryl’s face lit up at the mention of kids.

“That’s even better.”

“Naw, it’s not. The fuck.” I frowned. “I didn’t agree to take care of nobody’s fucking kids.”

“Nigga I don’t need your ass to take care of my kids,” Kehlani spat.

“Yeah, aight. I should have known there was something up with yo’ ass.” I looked her up and down. “You in Vegas hopping all over my dick when your fucking kids are home probably under your old ass grandmother’s care.”

The last word had barely left my mouth before I felt hot liquid all over my face and chest. This crazy bitch threw her fucking coffee in my face.

“Fuck you, nigga,” she hissed, abruptly standing to her feet. “You don’t know shit about me. I take good care of my fucking kids.”

“Kehlani, please—” Cheryl started but was cut off by an irate Kehlani.

“No, here.” She scribbled her name on the paperwork.

“I’m only signing this shit because I want the money to buy another building, but as far as being seen with this jackass in public?

” She paused and looked at me with disgust written all over her face.

“Good luck getting back in the ring without me, clown.”

With the check in hand, she stormed out of the door. The three of us watched until she was long gone.

“You sure do have a way with the ladies, nephew.” Pres was shaking his head.

“Y’all just gon’ let her walk out of here with my bread?” I asked looking between the three of them. “She can’t fucking do that.”

“Actually, she can because she signed the paperwork. Now all this paper says is that she has to stay in the wedding agreement for a year, it doesn’t force her to make appearances and such,” the lawyer said.

“Now what I suggest is that you find a way to contact her so you can smooth things over, otherwise you’re out of a million dollars. ”

Snatching the pen from across the table, I scribbled my own signature on the coffee-stained paper before roughly sliding it across the table.

Going vertical, I snatched my phone from the table and stormed out of the office, ordering myself an Uber in the process.

I wasn’t in the mood to deal with anybody anymore after that fucking fiasco.

I’d only been home for roughly an hour before I heard someone pounding on my front door.

I looked from the plate of food that was in front of me toward my door, racking my brain on who would be beating on my shit like the fucking police.

I frowned harder when the beating continued and seemingly got harder.

Tossing my fork down, I slid from the stool at the island and walked down the short hallway to the front door. Leaning in, I looked through the peephole and noticed that it was my pops and Ms. Phyllis so I snatched it open, making sure he was able to see the displeasure on my face.

“Fuck is you banging on my shit like that for?”

“Married, Javyous?” he questioned as he bogarted his way into my spot followed by a very timid Ms. Phyllis.

At least he had enough sense not to bring those other hoes with him.

“Hi, baby,” Ms. Phyllis said as she grabbed my hand, giving it a light squeeze.

“Let him go, Phyllis!” my pops roared, making her jump a little, further pissing me off.

“Don’t fucking yell at her like that, my nigga,” I growled.

“I do what I want with my bitch, little nigga.” His scowl grew deeper as he looked me up and down.

Me and my pops had our differences and shit, but it had never grown physical.

With the way he was looking at me in this moment?

Shit might change. “You got a wife now, right? Do what you will with that bitch and I’ll do with and speak to mine the way that I want. ”

“Not in my fucking crib you won’t,” I rebutted, closing the space between us.