It took us about an hour and a half to make it to the house. Though it was later in the evening, we had to drop Jordyn at her spot, then we caught a little traffic leaving the city. It was Friday, so that was to be expected. When we got there, Selah was asleep and I lowkey didn’t want to bother her.
“Selah baby, we’re home. It’s time to go in.”
She was never in a deep sleep, so her eyes popped open. “We’re here already?”
I nodded. “Yeah, you fell asleep about five minutes into the damn ride. You were laid all out over me and Jordyn.”
She laughed. “Oh shit, tell her I’m sorry.”
“She’ll be aight. Now, you want me to carry you in or can you walk?”
“I’m not handicapped. I can walk. Now if you want to carry me, just say that.”
I was about to respond, but Bigs spoke. “Look, y’all got it and all, but I've been with you since five. I’m tryna get in the house and warm up my donuts, so I can call my shorty.”
I laughed. “My bad, bro, I got you.”
When we finally made it into the house, Selah’s first stop was the couch, giving me enough time to grab the bag I had Bigs pick up earlier from the jewelry store. I was on some corny, spur of the moment shit when I had custom pendants made for me and Selah. I was wearing mine, a gold S with a small chef’s hat and whisk attached. Hers was designed with an uppercase I and boxing gloves attached.
“And that is?” Selah asked as I reentered the living room with the small, white shopping bag.
“Got something for you.” I dropped the bag on the couch and went to pull my hoodie off. When I had it over my head, I tossed it onto the other side of the couch and took a seat next to her. It didn’t take long for her to notice the S on my chest.
A massive smile appeared on her face. You’re wearing my initial.”
“Yeah, since you weren't with me at the press conference physically. You were still there with me, baby.”
She was smiling so fucking hard I knew her cheeks had to be hurting. “You’re so sweet.”
“Nah, I’m not. I’ma real nigga and I’m mad obsessed with you. Now open the bag.” I set the bag in her lap.
There was something about watching her open something I’d bought her. She lit up when she had the small, black, velvet box in her hand. Then she opened it and that started the waterworks.
“Baby,” she whined. “You say real nigga and I say sweet. Either way. Thank you and I love you.” She leaned over and hugged me.
“Damn, lil thug. Are you crying on me?”
She laughed through tears. “Shut up and put it on me please.” She moved so fast, in my lap, facing me.
Once I had the necklace secured around her neck, she turned and straddled my lap, her delicate fingers caressing the I.
“Thank you, baby.” Her hands were at the hem of my T-shirt seconds later.
She leaned forward, pressing her lips against mine.
“I. Love. You. So. Much,” she said between pecks as she ground against me.
Chapter
Nineteen
Selah
Fight Night
His attention was pointed. He was physically in the room but his mind was elsewhere. Besides his hand on my stomach every so often and a few pecks, he hadn’t spoken much. He had been in his head, mentally preparing for the ring.
While he sparred back and forth with Junior, I watched him. Every move he made, my eyes popped. I was obsessed with him, everything about him and who he was. Not only did he have my attention, but he had that of everyone in the room. There were cameras, and faces I had never seen before, people who knew not to talk to him because he was in his mode.
