Of course, Jordyn was right behind me.
“You wanna tell me where you got the brownie so I can put in an order for them? Khia didn’t make them, did she?”
“Nah, I gotta special order them.” I shook my head. My shit didn’t last three whole days in the kitchen before the whole coaching staff was tasting and trying shit. As a matter of fact, first it was Remy asking about them and bringing attention, then Unc.
“Well, I have several properties for you to choose between and we can relocate to them as fast as next week. If it were me, I’d choose the second because it’s a full property with enough space for you to have the immediate house to yourself.”
“Aight, then choose that one.” I stepped into the silver tank filled with ice and water. I shuddered, mentally prepared to feel like I needed to be hopping out.
“I don’t know how the hell you do this.”
“Not with ease, I promise,” I said slowly, after I had finally taken a seat.
“Hand me my phone.”
She nodded, then moved to grab it from the bench.
Once I had it in my hand, I clicked it on. The first thing I saw was a missed FaceTime from Selah. She was returning mine from when I’d called her earlier.
“Yup, let me talk fast, because obviously it’s cake in the ice time. I’ll be making an offer for the house. Next we have todiscuss the campaign with Journee later, as well as the couple offers.”
“Aight. Just know I’m not lying about eating shit, putt?—”
“Putting shit on your skin or hair and wearing anything outrageous. I know,” she finished for me.
“I guess I can email the rest. Other than the photoshoot in the morning, you’re good.”
When Jordyn finally left, I dropped my phone onto the floor and just sat back, allowing my eyes to close and my body to attempt to regulate itself to the cold. Unc was right, I damn sure needed some rest and I had every intention of getting it when I made it home. Right now, my mind kept replaying my moments in the ring and how I needed to capitalize off every opportunity.
Chapter
Nine
Selah
A few weeks later…
I didn’t know what I was doing, but it felt good.He felt good. For the first time in forever, I felt seen in a way that only I understood. He was busy, yes. So was I, but he was present. In the last weeks I had learned so much about this man and his focus. It was unheard of how dedicated to the sport he was. This was the second boxer I’d date, and I still didn’t know a thing about the sport or the main players. That didn’t matter to me, none of it did. The person under it all mattered, and it was wild that I felt like I knew so much about Indiri even though I was starting from square one with him. I liked that we weren’t rushing into some quick relationship but instead getting to know one another and actually dating.
“Look at you round here floating on a cloud. Can I get about five of those brownie cookies and a sugar cookie, please?”
I looked up from the red velvet brownies I was icing into the big brown eyes of my sister. A smile immediately overtook my features. As sisters we talked almost every day, but we both led very busy lives so we didn’t get to see one another as much as either one of us would have liked.
“What are you doing this way?” I immediately grabbed the items she requested.
“Came to check on you. Our mother says she hasn’t seen you and Granny is planning to come kidnap your ass. Figured I’d come check in with you myself, especially since you’ve been tucked pretty low these days with a certain mystery man.”
I rounded the corner, pulling her into a hug before holding out the items she wanted in the brown paper bag.
“Um no, ma’am. I’m a regular customer and I wanna pay for my stuff.”
I laughed. “It’s on the house and I literally just spoke to your mother and grandmother yesterday.”
“I’m sure you have but they haven’t seen you, Selah. You know how they both are, especially since ol’ boy’s business was sprawled all over the news. I hear he has a fight coming up.”
“That’s good for him, I guess.” I shrugged. Nathanial had been the furthest thing from my mind. And the way I saw it, he was out of sight out of mind because I didn’t watch much TV nor did I get on social media. Hell, actually, I had allowed Lori and Joley to run the bakery on social media and I muted my own since ol’ girl DMed me. Long story short, I lived in real life and not on some timeline full of loud and wrong fools. Funny enough, Indiri was the same way, preferring to be more present than seen.
“Yeah and I hope ol’ boy knocks his head off his fucking shoulders.”
