“And you know I don’t give a fuck. Considering none of this was done on purpose, I’d say you should take that shit up with fate.”
“Are you sure about that?” he asked, his tone teasing.
“About what?”
“That she didn’t know. That this wasn’t cooked up to get back at the man who broke her heart?” I couldn’t get mad at Remy for asking the hard questions. Shit, that was why I paid him. He was honest and a straight shooter.
“Positive. Selah ain’t even like that. She’s kind and soft hearted. Shit, thoughtful and so fucking fragile that it pisses me off. She ain’t no victim though. She’s just one of those souls you only encounter once in your lifetime.” I probably sounded corny as fuck, but oh well.
Remy nodded. “She sounds special, and since you know that for sure, I won’t ask any more questions. I trust your judgment. Plus she has both Journee and Jordyn eating out of the palm of her hand. Is she good with the media and shit?”
“She seems like it. Shit, if anything, it’s me with the problem with the media and how hard they’re coming at her. It ain’tlike she’s out here lying on her back for money or even present on social media. She’s quiet, and in her own fucking space, but motherfuckers keep coming for her. I don’t like it.”
“It’ll blow over. You know ol’ boy is clinging to it because it keeps his fucked up actions out of the light. Then also, from what I hear, your girl let Jordyn take the reins on a few of her posts.” He laughed and so did I.
I’d seen the posts and laughed when Selah said she’d be front row. Hell yeah, she would be, but it still earned a chuckle from me.
“If you feel so bad, do something nice for her. You know women like sentimental shit that lets them know you’re thinking about them.” Remy shrugged.
“Like what, Remy?”
He threw his shoulders up. “I have been married for six years. And I still call Jordyn for shit like this.” His eyes were on his sister who seemed to be in her own world with her phone glued to the side of her face. She must’ve realized she was the topic of conversation because she looked in our direction shortly after.
Remy waved her over and she held up her index finger, signaling one minute.
“But on another note, optics and media aside, I’m glad you found someone. Glad I don’t have to worry about you like I used to.”
I chuckled. “You didn’t have to worry then.”
“You’re shitting me. During the training season, I didn’t worry much. But in between, it’s different. You don’t slow the party train. It’s like you were missing something but afraid to put forth the effort to find it.”
I laughed. “And now what? You’re about to say some corny shit about me finding it, huh?”
He grinned. “Damn right. That look in your eyes when you just told me about her said it.”
I was about to respond but didn’t get the chance. Jordyn was speaking.
“Okay, Indi. I got your segment for that odd ass podcast scheduled for Friday. They’re gonna send a list of questions over for me to approve or deny. What is it you all need?”
“Indi needs you to do something nice at the house for his girl. Something thoughtful, because, you know, the media and all that.”
Jordyn smiled hard, putting her hand over her chest. “Really? That’s so sweet. When do you want to do it?”
“And that is my cue to leave. Remember you’re supposed to be handling my anniversary dinner next week. Talk to you soon, Indi. And I’ll also be in touch with you about dinner with you and Selah. If Journee brings that shit up one more time, I’ma nosedive out of one of these fucking windows.”
I laughed and tuned back into Jordyn, who was now rambling to herself about what she was thinking about doing. “Date please, Indi.”
“Um, tomorrow. Maybe after my training session. She’s not working. She’s going by her sister’s restaurant to drop off pastries.”
“She told me that. It’ll work and I know just what we’re gonna do.” She looked so damn excited, yet all I felt like doing at this moment was taking it home and going to sleep. I had gone from training this morning straight to this bullshit.
I loved my sport and always would but everything they used to dress it up made it less and less appealing. Every time a match was confirmed, it was the same dog and pony show like clockwork, but this time felt different.
“Stay in the ring, Indi.”
Focus on your motion.
He threw a jab.
