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Always A Bad Girl (3)

Jey Uso x Black OC

Once a bad girl, always a bad girl.

Summary: When a group of girls shows up to fight his nieces and their friend, Joshua is stunned to find that his niece’s friend’s mom, Divinity, is the woman he’s been unable to forget after a one-night stand. The chemistry between them is undeniable, and Joshua quickly realizes he wants more with her. But as their connection deepens, he’s about to learn that Divinity’s wild side may be more than he bargained for.

Taglist: @xbriexx @christinabae @blackchickinthedesert

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Previous: Chapter Two

divinityhadid 8h

Divinity had always been known for her extravagant tastes and flair for the dramatic. And when it came to celebrating the holidays, she spared no expense.

This year’s Galentine’s Day was no exception. From the moment the guests arrived, they were enveloped in a scene so perfectly crafted, that it felt as though they had stepped into a dream.

The venue was bathed in a soft, warm glow, a sea of candles flickering on every surface. Each table was draped with luxurious linens in hues of red, pink, and white, with delicate centerpieces of roses and glittering accents scattered like confetti. The very air was imbued with the scent of fresh flowers and vanilla candles, setting the mood for the night ahead. Divinity had thought of every detail. Gold-rimmed plates, crystal glassware, and glittering napkin rings created an atmosphere of pure elegance.

Above the tables, strings of balloons in various shades of pink, white, and crimson floated, adding a playful yet sophisticated touch. The balloons hung from the ceiling like clusters of joy, their reflections dancing in the soft candlelight. For added charm, every guest was handed a whimsical “Galentine” party hat upon arrival, a small token of fun that complemented the evening’s carefree, celebratory vibe.

As if that wasn’t enough, sunglasses and "girl power" necklaces were handed out, transforming every guest into a fabulous, fierce, and empowered individual. Divinity had outdone herself, and the night was just beginning.

Her closest friends, sisters, and a few other lucky guests had gathered to celebrate this global holiday that celebrates women's friendship. The sound of laughter and conversation filled the air, but amidst the joy, there were deeper currents of connection, some of which, Divinity herself had been navigating for months.

At a nearby table, Jenova was deep in conversation with her best friends, Jayla and Joelle. They had been marveling at the setup. The room had undoubtedly impressed them, but it was what Jenova had to share that made the night truly intriguing.

Jenova leaned in closer, her voice lowering slightly as she began telling her best friends about an unexpected turn of events. "You won't believe it," she started, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Ulrich Chomche from the Toronto Raptors, slid into my DMs today on Instagram." The mention of the NBA player was enough to grab their attention.

“Wait, what?” Joelle gasped, her eyes wide with disbelief. “Ulrich Chomche?”

Jenova nodded, her lips curling into a grin. "He wants to send me something for Valentine’s Day."

Jayla raised an eyebrow, skepticism etched on her face. “How old is he?”

Jenova didn’t hesitate. "He was born December 30, 2005."

Joelle’s face twisted into a mock frown. “So, he’s... older than you?”

Jenova chuckled, brushing a lock of hair from her face. “Yeah, but only by two years. I don’t think it’s a big deal.”

Jayla interjected with a question that had been lingering in her mind. “Does your mom know about this?”

Jenova sighed, her expression softening. “No. And honestly, I don’t think she’d be thrilled about it. She has this... thing against athletes. She thinks they all cheat. And I get it; her history with my dad wasn’t exactly smooth.”

Joelle asked, “Does that mean she thinks Uncle Josh will cheat too?”

Jenova shrugged, unsure of the answer herself. “Probably. I don’t know. But that’s why she’s giving him such a hard time. You know how he practically stalks me just to get updates on her since she’s been ghosting him for months.”

Joelle was quick to chime in. “I thought after we went to the Royal Rumble, they were good. I mean, they were talking, right?”

Jenova’s face shifted with confusion. “I thought so too, but... I guess not.”

“Well, you thought wrong,” Jayla said, her tone blunt yet playful.

Jenova pouted, the frustration clear in her voice. “I was really hoping we’d be able to be cousins through marriage.”

Joelle reached across the table and placed a comforting hand on Jenova’s. “Hey, we’re still best friends.”

Jayla leaned back, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. “But we still need to do something to get them back on track.”

The three friends paused, their eyes meeting as a collective plan began to form in their minds.

“What are we going to do?” Joelle asked, her curiosity piqued.

Jayla’s grin was mischievous. “Let’s call Uncle Josh. Let’s set something up.”

Meanwhile, Divinity was still amid her hosting duties, moving around the room with grace and poise. As the evening unfolded, she presented carefully chosen gifts to each of her guests: a Large 3-Wick Candle, a Waffle Knit Robe, perfumes, a Multi-Use Silk Headbands Set, Women’s Saturday Slippers, a Spa Gift Basket, and a stunning Kali Tennis Bracelet. Each gift was a token of appreciation, a way to show her love for the women who had been there for her through thick and thin.

Divinity, however, could not ignore the undercurrent of tension that ran through her own life. She found herself in a photo booth with Galina, who had been watching her closely throughout the night. Galina’s eyes sparkled with concern as she turned to Divinity, her tone gentle but insistent.

“So, Divinity,” she began, her voice careful but direct, “why aren’t you giving Joshua a proper chance?”

Divinity let out a breath, her gaze drifting toward the far corner of the room as if searching for an answer in the decorations. “Because I don’t want to be tangled up with the likes of Jaida Parker and whatever other women he’s messing with,” Divinity admitted, her voice tinged with doubt.

Galina shook her head, the concern evident in her eyes. “That situation with Jaida is old news. He’s not involved with her or any other woman since he met you at the club. You’re the only woman on his mind.”

Divinity’s expression hardened slightly. “You know my history. You’ve seen how I behave on reality television. I’m not an easy woman to handle, and honestly, I don’t think Joshua can handle me.”

Galina’s gaze softened, and she placed a hand on Divinity’s shoulder. “Girl, you didn’t even give him the chance to show you if he can handle you or not.”

Just then, Trinity appeared, joining them in the photo booth. “What are we talking about?” she asked, her voice light, a smile playing at the corners of her lips.

“Joshua,” Galina answered, her tone heavy with implication.

Trinity’s eyes widened, and she grinned. “Okay, I have to advocate for my brother-in-law here. You’re tripping if you don’t give him a chance. He’s been stuck on you since y’all met at the club. He talks about you all the time. I know that stunt Jaida pulled has you feeling some type of way, but you don’t have to worry about her anymore.”

Divinity sighed, her frustration apparent. “I’ll think about it. I just don’t want to end up like how I did with my ex-husband. I don’t want to question everything or feel like I’m always the bad girl, putting my hands on people when things get out of control.”

Trinity’s voice softened, understanding in her eyes. “I get that, but Joshua would never put you in that position. He’d never make you feel like you have to be Divinity, the bad girl.”

Back over at the table, the trio of Jayla, Joelle, and Jenova had been brainstorming ways to get Divinity and Joshua together, they were certain that love was in the air for Joshua and Divinity, and they intended to do whatever it took to make sure they saw it.

Joelle raised an eyebrow as she looked over at Jenova. “So, who’s paying for all of this?”

Jenova didn’t even look up from her phone as she typed a message. “I am.”

She was texting her mother’s assistant, arranging a special romantic dinner by the water for Divinity and Joshua on Valentine’s Day. She added a final note: Don’t mention it to her.

The friends exchanged knowing glances, their excitement building. They knew that the road ahead would be tricky, but they were ready to do whatever it took to bring Divinity and Joshua together, no matter the obstacles.

As the night continued, the magic of Galentine’s Day lingered in the air, and Divinity couldn’t shake the feeling that, for better or worse, something life-changing was about to happen.

divinityhadid 20m

The evening air hung with a soft, cool breeze, the scent of the water blending with the earthy aromas of the garden path leading down to the water’s edge.

Divinity and Joshua stood side by side, walking slowly, their footsteps muffled by the soft ground beneath them. Joshua’s hand, holding a bouquet of roses, hung loosely by his side.

He glanced over at Divinity, his expression a mixture of hope and uncertainty, as though every step they took was tethered to a thread of anticipation that could snap with a single misstep.

The roses, delicate and vibrant, seemed to pulse with the sentiment that Joshua had harbored for what felt like an eternity, a hope, a longing, an unspoken connection he was now daring to make tangible.

Divinity glanced at them, a small smile curving her lips, her eyes softening despite herself. She had always been wary of romantic gestures, suspicious of the pretense they sometimes carried but there was something in the sincerity of his gaze, in the weight of the bouquet he held for her, that made her want to give in. For a moment, her usual walls wavered.

“These are for you,” Joshua said, the words simple but thick with meaning, as though they were more than just an offering of flowers. He was offering something deeper, a gesture of emotion, of wanting to be seen.

Divinity’s smile deepened, her lips parting as she took the bouquet from his hands. “Thank you,” she said, her voice soft, touched with a gratitude that surprised her.

It was hard to admit, but there was something undeniably charming about Joshua which was something that made her feel like she might, just might, let herself believe in what he was offering.

But as she stood there, holding the roses, a flicker of unease passed through her mind. She didn’t have the luxury of indulging in fleeting emotions. Life had taught her that much. So much had happened between them, so much uncertainty, and that lingering question in her heart, the one that Jenova had stirred up, remained unanswered.

Her daughter’s devious, sweet attempt to set them up like this, to push them into a romantic scenario that felt more like a scripted fairytale than real life, left Divinity with a growing sense of frustration.

"Jenova really did this, didn’t she?" Divinity muttered, half to herself, her gaze turning toward the path ahead, where the flickering glow of candles cast an ethereal light. The path seemed to wind almost too perfectly down to the water’s edge, where a table for two awaited them, set with a display of chocolate fondue, plates of delicate foods, and more candles than Divinity could count.

Music played in the distance, an instrumental lull that was both relaxing and romantic. The illusion of a perfect evening, curated with an air of orchestrated precision.

Joshua followed her gaze, the corners of his lips twitching upward as he chuckled. "I think everyone but you sees our potential," he said, his voice teasing but gentle, an attempt to cut through the weight of Divinity's skepticism.

Divinity shook her head, but her smile softened. "I know," she replied, exhaling slowly as she walked alongside him. "Jenova has always been a little... overzealous about this whole romance thing." She glanced at him sideways, the roses still in her hands. "I appreciate the effort, but it’s not that simple."

They walked on, the path leading them closer to the small table by the water, the soft flicker of candlelight illuminating the area like some sort of dream. Divinity felt an odd sensation flutter in her chest. She couldn't deny the thought that Jenova’s grand plan for them was... cute.

But it also felt like an intrusion, as if they were expected to play a role in a story that wasn’t truly theirs.

"It's cute that she tried," Divinity murmured with a half-laugh, setting the bouquet on the edge of the table. "Slash annoying," she added quickly, the humor laced with an edge of disbelief.

Joshua smiled, leaning slightly toward her. "You can’t be mad at Jenova for trying," he said. "She’s just hoping for the best."

Divinity shrugged, sitting down at the table. "Maybe. But I don’t know if I’m ready for any of this. For her version of ‘happy endings.’"

Joshua followed suit, sitting opposite her. He gazed at her for a long moment, the soft golden glow of the candles reflecting in his eyes. "I get it," he said quietly. "But maybe you should give me a chance. A real chance."

The words hung in the air between them, heavy with the promise of something deeper. Divinity felt the weight of them, but as much as she wanted to believe in what he was saying, the walls she had built up around herself were not easily torn down. Too many times before, she had allowed herself to hope, only to watch as those hopes crumbled.

"I'm not mad at Jenova," Divinity said slowly, taking a sip of the drink that had been set before her. "It’s just… this isn’t how I imagined things. I never thought I'd be here, like this, with you. And I can’t just pretend it’s easy when everything feels complicated."

Joshua reached across the table, his hand hovering for a moment before resting gently atop hers. His touch was warm, and grounding, as though he was silently reminding her that she wasn’t alone in this. "I understand," he said. "But I’m not asking you to pretend. I just want you to take me seriously. I wouldn’t push you into anything you’re not ready for."

The setting sun casts a golden hue over the water, the fading light a perfect backdrop to the conversation. The steady rhythm of the waves lapping at the shore was the only sound now, a soft, continuous reminder of the passage of time. And yet, for all the beauty surrounding them, Divinity couldn’t shake the tightness in her chest, the wariness that lingered beneath her composed exterior.

"I know you wouldn’t," she said, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "But this thing with your… with her, it threw me off. I’ve been here before. I don’t want to be in a position where I’m fighting with women over a man. I’m not interested in repeating that part of my life. I left my ex-husband for a reason. Why would I put myself in that situation again?"

The vulnerability in her voice, so rarely heard, made Joshua pause. He leaned back slightly, his gaze never leaving her face. "I would never put you in that position," he said firmly. "You have to believe me."

Divinity took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm that swirled within her. "I don’t know that," she said, her voice soft but resolute. She looked away, out at the water, feeling a pang of frustration. It wasn’t fair to doubt him. And yet, it wasn’t fair to herself to pretend she wasn’t afraid of being hurt again.

Joshua was quiet for a long moment, his gaze searching hers. Finally, he spoke again, his voice low and earnest. "Then let me show you. Let me prove that I’m not like your past. That I’m not like your ex-husband or the women you’ve had to fight off. I want you to see that I’m serious about us. And that I’m not going anywhere."

Divinity closed her eyes briefly, the weight of his words sinking in. She had always prided herself on her independence, on being able to stand on her own. But in that moment, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the evening sky darkened, she realized that perhaps she didn’t have to fight everything on her own. Maybe, just maybe, it was okay to trust someone again.

But it was a fragile thought, one that would take time to build. The path they were on wasn’t simple, and she wasn’t sure it ever would be. Still, for the first time in a long while, she allowed herself to entertain the possibility.

“I don’t know what the future holds,” she said quietly, her voice almost lost in the soft hum of the evening. "But I’m willing to see where this goes."

jenovahadid 2h

The sun hung low in the sky as the soft light filtered through the window, casting long shadows across the dining table. Divinity sat, poised as ever, her dark eyes scanning her daughter, Jenova, who sat across from her. It was a quiet morning, the calm after the storm of emotions and minor chaos that had erupted the night before.

They had both just finished breakfast, the dishes cleared away and the faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air.

Divinity’s thoughts lingered on the events of last night, the surprise Valentine's Day dinner orchestrated by Jenova. It had been romantic, to say the least, though it had caught Divinity off guard. She had been taken aback at first, unsure whether she should be flattered or skeptical.

But in the end, she had appreciated the gesture. Still, there was a lingering sense of discomfort. Divinity had never been one for meddling, nor had she ever enjoyed having her personal affairs displayed for others to comment on. Yet, here she was, in the aftermath of what felt like a well-executed intervention by her daughter, trying to make sense of it all.

“Well, your dinner was so romantic,” Divinity said, breaking the silence. She leaned forward, her expression light, though the underlying tension in her voice was palpable. “But please don’t meddle in my love life again. Let me figure it out on my own.”

Jenova nodded her head. Jenova had always been a bit of a schemer, but it was clear she meant well. Her bright eyes sparkled with an almost mischievous glint, a reflection of the unspoken plans that undoubtedly resided within her. “I just wanted you to give him a chance,” Jenova replied softly, her voice full of genuine care.

Divinity smiled softly at her daughter’s earnestness. She couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride for Jenova. The girl had a way of seeing things others might miss, and despite her occasional stubbornness, there was a pearl of wisdom behind her actions. “And I think I will give him a chance,” Divinity said, her words carrying a sense of resolution. “Because if my baby girl has to go through this much scheming and plotting, then she sees something I don’t.”

Jenova smiled, satisfied with her mother’s response, though her attention shifted to the dining table. Divinity noticed the shift in her daughter’s gaze and followed it. Sitting neatly in the middle of the table were several vases filled with vibrant red roses, their petals lush and soft, their scent a heady reminder of romance. Alongside them were bags from the prestigious brand, Chanel, their iconic logo unmistakable.

Divinity’s curiosity piqued, and she raised an eyebrow. “Who are those from?” she asked, her voice betraying a mix of surprise and suspicion.

Jenova let out a nervous laugh, the sound just a little too high-pitched to be entirely natural. “Ulrich Chomche,” she replied, her tone both defensive and a little embarrassed.

Divinity’s brow furrowed, the name familiar to her. She knew the world of basketball, so she knew who he was immediately. “Why would he send things here?” she asked, genuinely confused.

“Because he likes me,” Jenova answered, her tone steady but tinged with the excitement of a young girl on the cusp of something new, something exciting.

Divinity frowned, her protective instincts flaring up. “He’s twenty, isn’t he?” she asked, her concern evident in her words.

A part of her had always been wary of the men who seemed to gravitate toward her daughter, especially those with a public profile.

And now, this Ulrich Chomche though she hadn’t heard much of him, but him being a professional basketball player in the league sounded like exactly the kind of person she was hesitant about her daughter dating. “A little old for you, isn’t he?” she added, her voice laced with a hint of worry.

Jenova shook her head, clearly eager to downplay the difference in their ages. “Nineteen. Two years apart,” she corrected, her voice carrying a hint of defiance. She didn’t want her mom to start questioning her decision.

Divinity paused, the weight of the conversation settling on her shoulders. “I don’t know how I feel about you dating an NBA player,” she admitted, her tone serious. “It’s not like I think you’re incapable of making good choices, but...”

Jenova quickly interrupted, her confidence shining through as she attempted to reassure her mother. “It’s not like I’m going to marry him or anything,” she said, her tone light. “We’re just talking.”

Divinity sighed softly, her expression softening. She knew she couldn’t control every aspect of Jenova’s life, and at the end of the day, she trusted her daughter’s judgment. Still, she felt a need to set boundaries. “Just be careful,” she said. “I know I can’t stop you from talking to him because you’ll easily just do it secretly, but I want you to be open with me about what you guys talk about. You’re still a minor, and I don’t want him to take advantage of you.”

Jenova’s face softened a brief flicker of understanding passed through her eyes. She didn’t often show her vulnerability, but in this moment, she could see the depth of her mother’s concern. “Okay,” she said quietly, her tone yielding.

The conversation shifted as Divinity, noticing the slight discomfort lingering between them, decided to change the topic. There was no use dwelling on the potential dangers of dating someone she didn’t know, what mattered now was keeping the lines of communication open between herself and her daughter.

“Your car is ready to be picked up,” Divinity said, her voice carrying a change in direction. She gestured toward the front door, a playful smile tugging at her lips. Jenova’s car was one of the things Divinity had relished buying for her daughter. It had been a symbol of independence, a way for Jenova to take on the world in her own right.

Jenova, always a girl with an eye for style, had given her Range Rover a sleek makeover. The once glossy black SUV was now a matte black beauty, its new look making it appear even more intimidating and chic. It suited her perfectly. “I thought dad was bringing it over for me,” Jenova said, her voice light, as she looked up at her mother with a playful grin.

“Your father has an away game,” Divinity explained, her voice matter-of-fact. “So it’s up to you to go pick it up.”

Jenova’s response was to pull out her phone, as though she were already planning her next move. She dialed a number, holding the phone up to her ear while idly picking at her nails. A few moments later, the voice on the other end came through loud and clear.

“Hello?” The voice was deep, familiar, and unmistakable.

Divinity’s heart skipped a beat, though she was quick to conceal her reaction. She immediately recognized the voice—Joshua.

“Hey, Uncle Josh, can you take me to pick up my car from the shop?” Jenova asked, her voice lighthearted, yet there was a slight smirk playing on her lips as she glanced at her mother.

Divinity’s face softened as she noticed the way Jenova referred to Joshua. The term “Uncle” was a sign of respect, but Divinity couldn’t help but notice the comfort, the closeness, and the ease between them. There was an unspoken understanding there, one that had begun to develop over time.

Joshua chuckled from the other end. “Sure, let me know what time you want to go,” he said, his tone warm.

Jenova’s grin widened as she shot a teasing look at her mother. “Thank you. I’ll let you know. And oh, my mom said hi.”

Divinity, feeling her patience thin, picked up a nearby pillow and tossed it at her daughter. “Hi, Divinity,” came Joshua’s voice through the speaker, his tone casual and friendly, though there was something else in his words. Something deeper.

“Hi, Joshua,” Divinity replied, her voice cool but cordial. Her heart, however, seemed to stir with a strange, familiar feeling.

There was a pause before Joshua’s voice cut through the quiet tension. “After I take Jenova to the shop, why don’t we have dinner at my place?”

Divinity blinked, her gaze drawn to the phone as though she were contemplating the offer. “That would be nice,” she said, her voice holding a note of surprise.

Jenova, ever the perceptive one, grinned widely, teasing her mother without mercy. “What are we eating for dinner?” she asked, her voice sing-song and lighthearted.

Joshua chuckled, clearly at ease with the playful banter. “Umm... surf and turf with mashed potatoes and asparagus,” he said.

Jenova’s teasing reached its peak. “Oh, momma, he likes you,” she said, her eyes glinting mischievously.

Joshua didn’t hesitate. “I do like her,” he admitted, his voice unguarded.

Divinity’s breath caught in her throat for a moment, and though she tried to compose herself, the weight of the moment hung in the air.

The door to her heart, which had been tightly shut for so long, felt like it had cracked open just a little. And as her daughter teased her, the reality of the situation began to settle in.

The truth was, Divinity had always been careful about matters of the heart, but now, just maybe, she was ready to take the first step toward something new, something she hadn’t quite anticipated, but something her daughter had nudged her toward all along.

Next: Chapter Four

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