15. Deja McCoy
DEJA MCCOY
It was almost midnight and I was at the club. I’ve been back at the club for a week now. I missed this shit. I swear to God I did. I missed the fast money. I missed the people screaming my name when I would grace the stage. I missed the love.
I received so much love when I graced the stage a week ago.
I felt like the Deja from five years ago, when I first started out, and people were trying to find out who that fresh face was on the stage, that had a better body than women who were much older than me.
I didn’t realize how much everyone missed me until a week ago.
All that money that was thrown at me on my first night back, I promise you I didn’t have to work for the rest of the year if I didn’t want to, but because I had that dog in me, here I was, coming back for more, ready to make more money tonight.
Tonight was a good night for me. It was a special night.
At midnight, Kilo was dropping the video for fuck & fight.
The video that I starred in with him. His ass did all that shit on social media, making posts like the two of us were together, getting his fans hyped for the music video.
After he made the post, he did reach out to me to apologize.
I explained to him how I felt, telling him that I would have loved to be notified that he was going to do that, and after he apologized for it again, I was able to sweep it under the rug.
Me and him were cool. He did try to fly me back out to Atlanta, requesting that he make up for it, but I never responded back to that foolishness.
So, with the video dropping tonight, Club Playground was putting on its own premier.
The club was packed tonight. It was so many people in the building tonight, that it was basically standing room only.
My auntie pulled up on me. My godmom, Arielle was here.
Eden, who just had a fuckin baby a couple of weeks ago even pulled up.
Dream, my best friend was here as well. I knew that they would be in attendance tonight, so I made sure to put a request in earlier with Blue, asking him if he could get my family a section, so all of them were in the section right now, chilling, having bottle service, and food.
Right now, I was walking to the back, prepared to knock on Blue’s door. I wanted him to come out, so he could be out there with the rest of the crowd and see when the video dropped.
The second I rounded the corner, and started walking down the hallway, I noticed that his office door opened. Lyric walked out, and when the bitch walked out, she had her head down, wiping the corners of her mouth, and fixing the high ponytail that she was wearing.
The sound of the high platform heels that I was wearing caught her attention. She looked up at me as if she’d just saw a fuckin ghost. Even though I didn’t physically catch her doing anything, she had a look as if she was caught red handed.
I quickly approached her, grabbing her hand, pulling her further down, so we wouldn’t be as close to his office.
“Bitch, you fuckin Blue?” I asked her in a harsh whisper.
I’ve already had my doubts a while back, but I didn’t want to accuse her of anything without any solid proof.
“What? Deja, no!” she was a terrible liar. Her ass didn’t even sound convincing when she said it.
“Why the fuck were you in his office then?” I asked.
“To talk about my fuckin availability. Deja, chill out. Come on. It’s almost midnight. Let’s go back out onto the main floor,” this bitch couldn’t even look me in my eyes.
She tried pulling away from me, and walking away, but I blocked her from walking around me.
I don’t know if I was so passionate about this because my old nigga just fucked a bitch that I worked with, and got her pregnant, or if I was passionate because I knew that it was just wrong what she was doing.
“Lyric, we know his fuckin wife. We chilled with the bitch a few times whenever she would come in here. You know I’m the last bitch to judge because my slate isn’t clean either, but Lyric come on. That shit is foul,” I said to her, and she rolled her eyes, as if she was annoyed with me.
“Deja, you chilled with his wife. I walked over and spoke. I don’t know the bitch in the manner that you do.
If you going to call me out, call out the other hoes that Blue used to fuck in this club.
It’s not that deep. Just leave it alone.
Come on, so we can watch the premier of the video,” she finished, shrugging her arm out of my grasp.
It was so much more that I wanted to say to her. I only left it alone because it was getting closer to midnight, and I wanted to get back on the main floor. I had hundreds of people out there waiting for me.
I was so annoyed with what I just found out between Lyric, and Blue that I didn’t even bother knocking on his door anymore to tell him to come out. I’ll allow that nigga to come out when he’s ready.
We took the stairs down, and by this time, it was about ten minutes to midnight.
I felt like they’d let more people in the club because it’s no way it was this many people in here just five minutes ago when I walked upstairs.
Just knowing that all these people had come out tonight to party with me was such a humbling feeling.
As I was walking through the crowd with Lyric, people were screaming out for the two of us because Lyric was just as much of a big deal here as I was.
“Oop. You didn’t tell me your nigga was coming,” Lyric said, pointing with her finger.
My eyes scanned around the club, and they landed on Wolf. I fought like hell to stand here and not show a goofy smile.
“I didn’t know he was coming. He didn’t tell me. Let me go talk to him right quick,” I let Lyric know.
“That nigga is smitten over you, and I love it for you,” she went on to tell me.
With a smile on my face, and confidence in my walk, I made my way over to him.
I just saw this man this morning, and he never said anything about coming to the club to see me.
I did tell him what tonight was about though.
I let him know that it was all about me at the club tonight.
He told me about the busy day that he was going to have at his shop and never mentioned a thing about coming down.
I was happy to see him though. At the same time, I knew that the music video that was getting ready to show in a few minutes between me and Kilo was pretty intimate. I hoped that Wolf didn’t feel any kind of way about it.
“You didn’t tell me you were coming,” I said to him the second I reached him.
Wolf did a lot of things that was so attractive to me.
It was the smallest shit that would stand out to me.
These niggas in Miami were involved in so much shit, so most times when they went out, they had to travel in groups.
Hitta’s ass included. Hitta had to come to the club with an entire entourage.
I liked that Wolf knew his face was good everywhere, so he didn’t have to pop up at certain places, needing an army of men standing behind him.
Even with the words that were exchanged between him and Hitta over the phone, and Wolf knowing that the club I worked at is a spot that Hitta would come with his crew, Wolf still popped up on me, and he boldly sat at the bar.
It’s like he knew he wasn’t going to be touched.
I liked that. I liked for a man to have that kind of confidence.
“You told me this morning that all your fans were coming out tonight to watch you star in a music video. I’m a fan,” he said that shit while looking me in my eyes.
Those words sent chills down my spine. Those words went into the same category as all the other bold shit that he likes to say to me, that makes my pussy leak.
I have been staying at this man’s house for almost two weeks, and we haven’t fucked yet.
I had to give it to him and admit that he had self-control.
Most niggas would have had a fine bitch like me laid up in their house and would have tried to fuck many nights ago.
I’m surprised that I haven’t tried to fuck him.
I wasn’t one of those bitches that had to give a man a couple of months to fuck.
If I was attracted, and the vibes were right, then whatever happens, just happens.
I wanted to get fucked by Wolf so bad. With all the shit that I’ve been through these past couple of weeks, I deserved some of that dick.
The most we’ve done so far was hug, and that was damn near a week ago.
“Okay, fan. Well, let me just let you know that in the video, I play his girlfriend. Some scenes are a little X- rated. It’s seductive as hell, we kiss a few times, but that’s it.
Nothing went past the video. Well, after the shoot, me and my home girl went to the club with him, and his crew, but that was it.
I don’t like him in that way,” I found myself overly explaining to him.
Hitta had fucked my mind up like that, having me feel like I had to explain every little detail about my life.
As I was running down all these things to him, Wolf sat there with this blank stare on his face.
“You ain’t gotta do all that with me, love.
I don’t need the disclaimers. I know what you do.
Your face pretty as hell. Body banging. I expect a nigga to fly you out to star in his music video.
I expect him to get his money’s worth, and I know you’ll go out of your way to sell a nigga a fantasy.
A dude could request a lap dance from you tonight, and I wouldn’t lose any sleep over it.
You come home to me, love,” that last part almost sent me to mars.
It had me walking closer to him, and because the music was so loud in here, and I only wanted him to hear what I had to say, I needed to whisper it in his ear.
I went for his ear, kissed it, and melted against him.