3. Javaris ‘Hitta’ Mitchell
JAVARIS ‘HITTA’ MITCHELL
“Javaris, didn’t I tell you to have them put cheese in my eggs?
This why I don’t like to send you to get my food because you don’t listen to me.
Ugh,” Deja snapped on me, as she opened the lid to the Waffle House that I picked up for us, only to see that I’d fucked up her order.
Shit, a nigga was just happy that she was fuckin with me again and allowed me to come home with her after she finished dancing tonight.
“Man, I told her to put cheese in the eggs. Bae, just go take the cheese out of the refrigerator, and put it in the eggs. Come on. You be ready to crab about the goofiest shit, bruh,” I snapped, lying through my teeth, knowing fuckin well that I forgot to tell the restaurant to add cheese to her eggs.
“You should have checked it before you left,” she fussed, rolling her eyes, as she stood up from the stool.
We were at her crib, sitting in the kitchen area.
I was propped up on the counter, with my food in my lap, while she was sitting right in front of me, in one of the stools.
When she stood up, I looked up from the food that was in my lap, so that I could watch her as she went into the refrigerator.
She’d already showered and changed for the night.
Just knowing Deja, and her pattern, I knew that she wouldn’t sit on any of the furniture in her home until she showered and took all that club shit off her body.
She washed her hair while she was in the shower too.
I knew how much she hated for the different smells to linger in her hair.
With wet hair, she had it pulled on top of her head in one of those claw clips. Her face was bare. All that makeup, and shit that she had on earlier at the club, has long gone been removed. This is how I preferred her too.
I knew that Deja had terrible vision, so at the club, she would wear contacts.
Now that she was home, she was in her glasses.
She looked innocent as fuck. I knew there wasn’t shit innocent about her though.
Her slick ass mouth gets her in all kinds of trouble with me.
Deja would take it to hell with you. Type of bitch that made you want to stomp her ass out sometimes, but since I wasn’t a lame nigga to go around putting my hands on females, when she gets to talking crazy to a nigga like that, I’ll quickly get the fuck away from her.
Deja liked to walk around the crib with little to no clothing, so tonight wasn’t any different.
She was wearing a white crop top. The material of the shirt was so thin, that you could see her pretty titties that sat up nicely, without the help of a bra, along with her pierced nipples.
She wore these little ass cotton material shorts, that had her ass cheeks spilling out of them.
Her skin was glistening from whatever products that she applied after her shower.
House shoes were on her feet, so that she wasn’t walking around barefoot.
She grabbed the package of shredded cheese from the refrigerator, and when she walked past me to get back to her chair, I slapped her on her ass a couple of times. Any time she was around me, it was a natural habit to slap her on her ass.
“How much money that nigga threw at you tonight?” I asked her a question that had been eating at me since I saw her over there in the section, dancing all on that nigga.
“It was plenty of niggas at the club tonight, Hitta. Who are you talking about? Be more specific,” she said, as she lowered herself down in the barstool.
After that, she opened the package of cheese and started sprinkling it on the scrambled eggs. It was well after four in the morning. Most people were sleeping right now, but the two of us were chilling in the kitchen, busting down an All-Star breakfast from Waffle House.
“Man, you know exactly who I’m talking about. That pretty looking nigga, Wolf. I saw you dancing on him. You looked to be enjoying that shit. How much he spent on you?” I asked her, and like my question annoyed her, she rolled her eyes at me, followed by laughing.
“Hitta, why? See, this is why I don’t like it when you’re at the club while I’m working. Every nigga you see me with, you start jumping down my throat about it. He tricked heavy. I don’t have to go to the club for the rest of the month if I don’t want to,” she just had to throw that last part in.
Hearing her say that shit put a bad taste in my mouth. She sounded like she liked that nigga. Hearing that caused me to take the food out of my lap, so that I could sit it down on the kitchen counter.
I placed the palms of my hands on the counter, leaning back a little bit, so that I could look down at her.
Deja had her left foot pulled up in the stool that she was sitting in, while she allowed the right foot to dangle.
She ate her food while looking at me. I was a selfish ass nigga when it came to my bitch, man.
Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t have a problem with Deja dancing.
That was her hustle. That’s how she made her money.
Shit, I met her at the club, so I would be dead ass wrong for expecting her to quit her job.
I just hated that she had to be in a bunch of niggas faces all the time. I hated that every nigga in the world wanted access to her. I had to have confidence like a motha fucka because there wasn’t shit easy about being with the chick that all the niggas lusted after and wanted to fuck.
“What’s your definition of tricking heavy? How much? Why you cuffing that from me?” I pried, really wanting to know. She looked at me for a few seconds, pondering on whether she should tell me.
“He gave me twenty. Told security to make sure that I got every dime, so I didn’t have to give Blue a cut,” she was all giddy as she shared that with me. Smiling big, showing all her fuckin teeth.
“You sound like you dick riding that nigga. You must want to fuck him or something,” I shot, and when I said that, she laughed in my face. She never objected to what I just said.
“You didn’t correct me. You want to fuck that nigga, Deja?” I asked her, cocking my head to the side, looking at her.
“The nigga looks good, Hitta. I wouldn’t say that I want to fuck him though,” when she said that shit, and didn’t look me in my eyes, I knew that she was lying.
I didn’t have the kind of bitch that went around fuckin all the niggas, but at the same time, I knew Deja.
That nigga Wolf, and his brothers had money.
Not to sound fruity or no shit like that, but the nigga was handsome too.
I knew Deja well enough to know that her weakness was a handsome nigga with a big bank roll.
“You lying. You can’t even look me in my eyes. I heard shit about that nigga though,” I went on to tell her.
“Oh yeah? What you heard about him?” she asked me.
“You said you didn’t want to fuck him, so why you care what I heard about him?” I asked, jumping down from the counter.
I stretched my legs a little bit, and my arms. While I was doing that, the shirt that I was wearing, it rose a little bit.
I was sagging in my jeans, so when my shirt rose, you could see the briefs that I was wearing, causing the print of my dick to be exposed.
Deja boldly stared at it, while she finished with her food.
“I don’t care. You looking to start an argument with me tonight, Hitta and I’m not arguing with you.
I’m up damn near forty bands tonight. I had a good night at the club.
I didn’t have to get into it with no bitches, I made good money, and I’m enjoying my food.
Your ass better be lucky that I even let you come over to my house.
We still not on good terms. You fucked an opp of mine,” she went on, as I walked over to her, standing on the side of her.
“And I’m over here trying to make up for it. Finish with your food. I told you earlier at the club that I wanted to eat and fuck my way out of war with you. I meant that. I’ll take you shopping this weekend too,” I announced, leaning my head down, so that I could kiss her on her neck.
“I won’t be in town this weekend. I’m going to Atlanta,” she let me know.
This was news to me. I didn’t know that she was going out of town.
“You move around more than a nigga. Why you going to Atlanta, man?” I wanted to know.
“You know Kilo, right? The rapper from Atlanta? He reached out to me. He wants me to star in his music video for fuck & fight. I’m flying out there Friday with Lyric. I’ll be back Monday night,” she said.
This was the shit that I was just talking about.
I hated that other niggas were always lusting over my bitch.
It was only so much of the shit that I could handle.
I feel like a weak nigga would have spazzed out already.
I knew my money was long, so for the most part, I really tried not to let the shit get to me, but Deja constantly has millionaire niggas reaching out to her, wanting to fly her out, spend bags on her, and I gotta just take that shit because it was business.
“You got all these niggas reaching out to you, but you get mad at me because I fuck one bitch,” I said to her, and she reached her hand out, pushing my ass back.
“Niggas reaching out to me to do fuckin business. They paying me. I’m not fuckin them.
You meeting up with these bitches for your own personal gain.
It’s not business. You out here giving that dick away for free.
What the fuck are you talking about Javaris?
” she spat, calling me by my government name, so I knew that I’d pissed her off just that fast.
I wasn’t trying to be beefing with Deja. Shit, I just got back in her good graces. She just went a week without fuckin with me, and I wasn’t trying to have her go another week.