It hit me suddenly that this nigga didn’t give a fuck one bit about me being in Jatavia’s bed. I didn’t bother to put back on my clothes either. I walked out of her bedroom in just my boxers. I shut her door behind me then walked down the short hallway to meet his dumb ass in the living room.
“Bro, I didn’t know you and Tav knew each other,” he whisper-yelled. “This shit is fucking insane! She never said anything! If I?—”
“Don’t call her, Tav.” I snapped.
He froze, still smiling, but confused. He didn’t get what I just told him because he continued.
“Aye Bleu Langston is your brother too! Oh my God! This is some legendary shit. You think he’d do a sale on his new clothing line? So, people like me could afford it?”
I just stared at him blankly. I walked over to the couch and took a seat, picking up the blunt that I didn’t finish from last night. I took my time to light it and hit it as he waited patiently for me to answer his question. Once I inhaled and captured most of the smoke, I released it, blowing it in his direction.
“Louis Vuitton don’t do sales, so why should Maison Langston’s? It’s black owned, the prices are just that.” I spat spreading my legs wide.
“Fasho, I dig that! Man, y’all doing y’all thang.” He cheered on.
I held up a hand and took another hit of my blunt. He shut up instantly like I pressed a mute button on him.
“You know I’m here for one reason only. You letting your fan girling act overshadow that shit.” I smirked, blowing smoke in his direction.
“Besides my status, you need to have some dignity about yourself as a fuckin’ man. Jatavia worth fighting for, I’m about to put in major work to get her back…while you in my fuckin’ face begging for sales and autographs.” I chuckled dryly.
His mouth opened but I quickly cut him off before he could utter a word.
“You might not care who lay in that bed next to her, but I do.” I tilted my head to the side.
He sighed roughly then ran one hand down his face.
“I mean, I noticed I don’t make her happy. I don’t know how to care the way she needs. Jatavia is a good ass woman; she’s been my friend before we got together. Even being together, she’s been there for me. Through all my bullshit she has stuck it out…” His words trailed off, he swallowed down hard and looked away from me.
“Around the holidays, she turns into somebody else. I don’t know what it be about.” He murmured lowly.
I felt my jaw tighten, if Jatavia stuck shit out with this pussy…why couldn’t she give me another chance? This nigga here had her stressed out and overworking herself to keep up with bills that it was clear he didn’t have a hand in.
“Plus,” he continued, the dull look that covered his face was now replaced with an excited smile. “Jatavia ain’t the type to chase. So, if she got somebody like you chasing her, that’s a win. I wouldn’t dare try to compete with that.” His eyes lit up after he spoke.
This nigga unhinged,I thought. He probably couldn’t wait to go brag to his homies how Big D took his bitch.
He clapped his hands together suddenly.
“Anyway! Bro. Since you here…can I get a picture?” He fished his phone out of his pocket then held it with both hands.
“And um…if you could sign my shirt too?”
I stared at him. I guess I couldn’t get over how he was so comfortable enough to basically say he didn’t want his woman then still proceeded to ask for an autograph and a photo with the man he caught in bed with his woman. This nigga was anonfactor. A placeholder, he was barely a footnote in her life. Jatavia wasted nothing but time and efforts with this man.
“Come on man, if not the picture, then?—”
“Man,” I drawled standing up.
“Go get a fucking marker then get yo ass the fuck on.” I spat.
I exhaled the rest of the smoke through my nose and watched him scramble away to the kitchen. Once he got his autograph and continued to go on and on about how much he loved my music, he left with a promise to never contact Jatavia again. Which in my mind, was weak as fuck.
If I was in his dingy ass shoes, no man alive would be able to bitch me into taking Jatavia away from me. That was neither here nor there. I easily got his lame ass out of the picture. Now, I had to have patience to really get my Pancakes back.
When I walked back into the room, Jatavia sat at the edge of her small bed. Her hands were clasped in her lap with her hair messy from the good sleep she had. She had on a cotton nightgown with clouds all over it. Even with bags under her eyes her raw beauty was potent as hell. Jatavia was the type of woman that didn’t have to wear some sexy shit to have a man like me captivated.
She could be herself, with crust in the corner of her eyes with a little bit of dried spit on the side of her mouth which told me that her breath was probably kicking right about now. Still, if she asked for a kiss, my sucker for love ass would have kissed her morning breath away.
