“I might have some plans.” I got dressed for the day, choosing sweats and a T-shirt since I knew by the end of the evening I’d be back in the gym and I had nothing planned.
“Might have plans, huh? Would this include Selah?”
I chuckled, moving toward my bedroom where she was now seated at the foot of my bed with her tablet and phone in hand.
“Yo, Bigs’s mouth is bigger than a motherfucker.”
“It’s not Bigs. I know things.” Meaning she had talked to Jade. They were only in contact because Jade sent most of my wardrobe through Jordyn and they’d met a few times when I took Jordyn home with me.
“Jade has a big ass mouth too.” I stalked toward the kitchen.
She laughed. “Nope, she was just putting me on game. Should I plan to see more of Selah? As a matter of fact, when am I going to meet Selah? I heard her baking skills are superb and she has your attention on lock.”
I laughed, because she was fishing hard.
“Yes, I’d like to meet Selah too, as she is apparently important to you,” Journee cut in.
I cut my eyes in Jordyn’s direction before looking at Remy. Of course he couldn’t say anything, he was too busy stuffing his face with a fucking muffin.
“She doesn’t have much of a social media presence either. It’s like she doesn’t ex?—”
“One, that’s the homie. Two, she doesn’t like social media like that. She thinks it gives small people large profiles.”
“Oh. Even though you’re keeping her away from us, I think I may like her.”
“Not keeping her anywhere. She has her own life and businesses. As do I. Now let’s get to what y’all are here intruding about.”
Both Journee and Jordyn laughed, leaving Remy to finally get to the reason for them all being here. Remy and Jordyn ran Atkins’ Sports Management while Jordyn, who was Remy’s sister, worked directly under them.
For the next several hours they talked business and deals while also working to put together a comprehensive schedule and consistent availability for me over the coming weeks. Today was the start of a different few months. I’d be in camp heavy, training and getting ready to put a mouthy motherfucker onhis forehead, which meant I needed consistency and focus. No part of me was worried about any of this as he was no different from any of my other opponents. It was nothing personal, even though I couldn’t wait to swell his jaw up; so for once he could shut his mouth.
After they finally left, I had a late brunch and decided to call Selah who’d returned my call this morning but I was training and couldn’t answer.
“I know you said you were tired, but not that tired.” She peered into the phone after propping it up on something in the kitchen of her bakery.
“Not even. I had training to do, then meetings and shit. Are you baking right now?”
She nodded. “Yes, sugar cookies. The kids love them when they’re just getting out of school.”
I nodded. “Shit I haven’t had sugar cookies since I was a shorty. That and a Super Donut. Those motherfuckers were fire.”
“Still are. I’ve actually made my own rendition of them. I call them the Chicago special.”
“That’s a good look. So when are you going to invite me to your bakery?”
She laughed. “Why would I invite you here while you’re training for your fight? That’s not a good idea.”
“I got some self-control, shorty.”
“I didn’t say you didn’t,” she countered, that beautiful face in the camera making my dick harden with each contour of her expression. Selah was extremely expressive with every word and statement.
I licked my lips. “So I can’t come see you at the bakery?”
“You can come very well where you please, champ.” Then, as if she caught the tone of what she said, her lips popped shut. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
I chuckled at her statement. “Sure, you didn’t. I wanna see you tonight, can I?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
