6. Deja McCoy #3
“I didn’t fuck him! I did the shoot with him, and then me, and Lyric went to the club with him, and his crew.
You know this. I told you this. Get the fuck from in front of me like that.
You pulled me out of the bed like that, waking me up out of my sleep.
What the fuck did you engage in tonight other than weed, and alcohol?
You acting like you’re on something stronger!
Move, nigga!” I kicked my foot, trying to get him to get from in front of me, but he still didn’t budge.
The phone that he had in his hand, he threw it at me. It fell right in my lap, so I picked it up, ready to see what had him crashing out like this.
He was on Kilo’s social media page. It was the countdown for the music video to come out, and tonight, this nigga took it amongst himself to post promo.
The promo was footage from the shoot. He posted an entire thread of our intimate scenes.
He went in full swing, making the first picture to be the one where he had me on all fours, with my head leaned back, and his hand wrapped around my neck, while we were kissing.
Damn near all the bedroom scenes were posted.
The kitchen scene, where I was sitting on the counter, and he was standing in between my legs.
The one where I was standing at the stove, as if I was cooking for him, and he was behind me, kissing my neck.
We looked like a real couple. The post has been up for four hours now, and it had well over a million likes.
There were so many comments and shares. People were commenting, calling us goals.
Granted, I knew that once the music video was released, it was going to break the internet, but the way Kilo posted this stuff, with a caption that read, “Been hard keeping this one to myself. I’m good where I’m at”.
That caption insinuated that we were together, and it made sense why Hitta thought that I had fucked Kilo.
He didn’t have to come in here wilding though, dragging me out of the fuckin bed.
In the music industry, often artist had to put out shit to start up controversies.
That’s the kind of content that sold. If posting some intimate clips of the two of us together were going to have people in the comments debating if we were fuckin or not, dating, or somewhere in between, that’s what would make them more interested in seeing the video once it dropped.
I understood that part. In the music videos that I’ve starred in before, they would often post all kind of content surrounding the video as promo, but none of the niggas ever went to this extreme.
They never posted anything like this without my knowledge, trying to make it seem like the two of us went together.
“I’m not sure why he posted that. I haven’t spoken to Kilo since that night in the club. Him or nobody from his team reached out to me, telling me that they were going to post that,” I spat, and I was able to stand up this time, and sit on the bed.
Hitta looked like he wanted to knock my ass out so bad. He was seething.
“Here’s what we going to do. I already know that I can’t get you to stop dancing.
Every time I bring that shit up, you get in your feelings, so I won’t take that away from you.
That’s your hustle. I get that part. As far as them music videos and shit go, if another nigga reach out to you about starring in his video, tell them niggas no!
Well, only if it’s intimate roles. I don’t want you doing that shit.
How you think that make me feel? I got my niggas sending this shit around to me, laughing about it.
You got me out here looking like a clown! ” he shot at me.
“I guess we’ll look like clowns together then, nigga!
Now you see how the fuck I feel, every time you fuck them hoes behind my back.
Shit was real funny around the club once word got out that you were fuckin Obsession.
Don’t ask me to do shit that I can’t ask you to do.
Are you going to stop making that dick community dick?
No! I don’t think so, so don’t tell me what the fuck I can’t do! ” I yelled at him.
I was still on edge from this nigga barging into my home and dragging me out of the bed like that. That shit had me livid. When I moved out of here in a few weeks, I swear to God that I wasn’t telling Hitta where I was moving to.
“Aight. Try me. You got balls, so I want you to fuckin try me!” was all he said before he walked away.
I’m thinking that the nigga was getting ready to leave, but he went into my bathroom instead.
It wasn’t long before I heard the shower water cut on.
I lay on my side, with the covers pulled over me, trying to fall back asleep, but I couldn’t.
There were voices in my head, telling me to call Kilo, so that I could curse his ass out for doing what he did on social media, but I didn’t.
I don’t have the energy to deal with him right now.
Plus, I didn’t want Hitta to come out of the bathroom, see me on the phone with Kilo, and then the two of them go at it.
Hitta joined me back in the bedroom about fifteen minutes later.
He walked out without any clothes on. The towel wasn’t even wrapped around his waist. As if he felt like I owed him the luxury of getting his dick sucked, he walked right over to me, put that dick right in front of my face, and I sat up, so that I could do it for him.
I knew that I needed to leave his ass alone.
Every time that I allowed him to touch my body, I felt like I was degrading myself.
Hitta treated me like property, and I hated this feeling.
I was supposed to be this strong woman, with all this confidence, that knew I could have any man that I wanted, yet I was continuing to allow this one to play in my face.
I know that it was easier said than done, but I really had to leave Hitta alone. For my sanity, I had to.