Khevasiah looked beautiful. She was one of those women that always did, and always will. Junya never remembered a time when she did not. Beauty ran in Khevasiah.s bloodline: in old pictures, her mother looked as beautiful back then as Khevasiah does now. Khevasiah was wearing a close fitting pair of Capri.s that showed off her fat ass and the smoothe skin on her legs. Her shoes covered her toes, and her shirt showed blue covered by a white sleeveless hooded vest. "So what is up with you for today?" Junya asked in a morning voice. "Busy as normal." "I came by to ask you to come to Jersey with me. "Jersey?" Junya asked. "Why do you want to go way out there so late for?" "Late? It is only seven-something." "Why you never want to go nowhere, damn!" She exclaimed. "I.m saying, it.s Jersey." "It ain.t like you said New Haven or something." Junya said softly. "New Haven? Khevasiah responded surprisingly at Junya.s thinking. Ain.t nobody talking about no little New Haven! And even if I was, you would still say no!" "C.mon, come to Jersey with me!"
She put on her sexy face look, similar to the one she made during sex.
Every time she did that, it made Junya weak. It would have made any man
weak. She pouted her lip just enough to make it look like she was pretending to
be upset, but her soft eyes slowly slanted closed against her smooth face; made
Junya go "damn. every time.
"Damn, what.s in Jersey that you have to go there now?" Junya asked
with a stern look on his face. Khevasiah was so used to getting her way. Junya
trained himself not to fall for her shit. In the beginning of their relationship her
getting her way always overcame him, and she would capitalize all the time.
Nowadays Khevasiah knew that Junya would not fall for her tactics; at least not
all the time.
"I have to meet this photographer for a business meeting. He really from
Cali, and he is in Jersey to visit some old friends. He said he got a studio outside
of Jersey where we can do some rough shoots for his magazine in circulation out
on the West Coast. He being cheap.I wanted to fly down there, but they won.t
pay my ticket. He called the office saying he was near town."
Khevasiah stayed on task when it came to business. It could have been
4am, if work needed to be handled, she took it on. Often times her business
schedule impacted her and Junya.s relationship. She had numerous male
clientele and contacts that called her at all hours of the night. Junya often felt
jealous, but concealed it amongst her business partners.
"Shouldn.t that tell you something?" Junya said with a hint of suspicion
in his voice. "They won.t fly you down, and he supposedly has this big ass
magazine, wanting you to drive across 2 states this time of night to go to a photo
shoot?"
"I said the same shit, don.t you think?" Khevasiah started to get upset, as
if she was being questioned as to the real reason behind her going.
"The world don.t close when the sun go down boy! He is doing this on
his time. The magazine just started up so he asking for me to do a favor."
"So if I didn.t go with you, where would you be staying?"
"I.d stay in Jersey for the night.you know, see the town, meet some
people. What is so different about going to Jersey! What would you be doing if I
didn.t come get your ass?"
Khevasiah was loosing her very short patience trying to turn the
argument with Junya around in her favor. Usually when she cam to get Junya,
he was told to get ready and she would explain on the way. Junya hated going
on business trips with her. It was not only up until recently that Junya started
going with her when she asked. Sometimes she would go out on business and
Junya would not hear from her for days. When she returned, she talked as if
there was no concern.