Mia in the media. She so puuuurty

Oh I didn’t think it’d get this bad
Never thought of losing you
Now my heart is beating fast
I’m gonna figure out in my mind what to do find the words to say
Remember when you said that you’d never leave me
I’m steady knockin on the door but you don’t hear me
I can’t let this happen right now
Please don’t take your love girl I know I messed up
It’s a dog on shame

DEJUAN

I'm still pissed off at Mia even though it's a good month old. Her and her lil sister in my bed gossiping and shit.  I step in the room then blow. "Forreal, Mia. You gettin' on my damn nerves. I been at work all day. I came home and you ain't cooked or cleaned shit. You lazy as shit." I say, shaking my head.

I'm a business man. My dad's money set us for life but I'm still my own man. I don't want that to be all I live off so I decided to open a barbershop for the rich people. It brings me in a good million a year.

Me, Jay, and Eric decided to open a shop in the hood too for some side cash. That one does pretty well. I've been working all day, sitting in meetings and shit trying to expand my businesses and I can't even get a meal.

"Boy, hush. Go order a pizza." Mia says, rolling her eyes at me. I shake my head at her. "I don't think you heard me correctly. My ass been at work all day to take care of yo trifling ass and my kids and a nigga can't even come home to a clean house and a hot meal?" I snap.

She blows. "It ought to be left overs from when I cooked last week. Why can't you eat that?" she whines.

  I blow then take my custom Armani suit jacket off then lay it on the bed. "Go cook for me and the kids, now." I demand. She rolls her eyes. "You wish." she says. Becky looks at me. "I don't want yall to argue. DJ, I'll cook for you." she offers. "Fuck it. If you ain't cooking, I know a bitch who'll do it with no hesitation." I say.  Becky walks out the room giving us privacy.

I start unbuttoning my Gucci dress shirt. "So, you gonna cheat on me cause I don't feel like cooking? DJ, are you forgetting I'm here all day everyday with our damn newborn and three year old plus your son and your baby sister? Damn, DeJuan I'm tired!" she yells. "Tired? You tired? I'm fuckin' providing for you! All you do is spend my money and take them to your auntie house for her to baby sit em so don't even try to say you tired! You act like it'll kill you to treat me like a man one day of yo damn life, KaMia! That's too much to ask for?" I yell. Then she got the nerve to wonder why I don't respect her. We ain't kids no more, I'm a grown ass man and she around here acting like we did when we were way younger.

She blows. "What you want to eat?" she asks with an attitude. I shake my head at her then walk into our bathroom. She follows me in there. I turn my clippers on then line my hair up. I'm thinking about cutting my hair off. It's still down my back from when I grew it out in jail.

"I asked what you wanted." she says. "Nothin." I answer, pulling my slacks down. I pull my polo boxers down then step into the shower. I turn the water on hot. She takes her clothes off then steps in. She sits down on the bench that's screwed into the wall in here. "DeJuan, I'm sorry. You're a good man and you take good care of me but I never show my appreciation. I love you." she says, wrapping her arms around me. I pull away from her then continue to wash the day off of me.

"I find that hard to believe." I say. "I think you love my money more. Mia, you didn't used to be like this. You used to be humble and you genuinely loved me. You let all the cars and diamonds blind you from what's real, ma. You let my lifestyle change you and that shit ain't cool. Money changes people but I neva thought it would've changed you." I say.

She used to be crazy about me but people change. "DJ, I am still humble. I'm sorry for not being a good..." she stops talking. We never officially got together but it's safe to say she was mine and shit.

"Whatever." I say. She stands close to me, staring up at my face. "Believe me, I love you." she says. "I'm finna go somewhere." I say. She frowns. "Who is she?" she dryly asks. "Don't worry bout it." I answer. Her eyes tear up then she steps out the shower. I finish up then get out.

I just pulled up to my girl London's house. She smiles at me. "Nice to see you." she says, hugging me. I hug her back then step into the house. "I need to lay down." I tell her. "Sure. You hungry?" she asks. "Hell yeah, what you cook?" I ask. She leads me into the kitchen. I smile at the sight of Turkey legs, black eyed peas, candied yams, baked macaroni and cheese, corn bread, and collard greens. This why I like her, she always throw down in the kitchen just in case I come over.

"Hell yeah." I say. She smiles then grabs a plate and starts fixing it for me. She sits it down infront of me. "Eat as much as you want, okay? You want something to drink?" she asks. I nod my head, killing the collard greens. She laughs then opens the fridge.  "So, you want beer, orange juice, fruit punch, sprite, coke, Pepsi, or Kool aid?" she asks.  "Sprite." I answer. She nods her head then grabs the can out of there and sits it in front of me. I watch her open the cabinet and get a glass. She rinces it out then puts ice in it then sits it in front of me.

Me and London started talking about a year ago but I never hung around her like this until a month ago when Mia started fucking me over. Plus, I wouldn't even dog Mia out at first but right now I could care less. She ain't doing shit to keep me and a nigga wanna be kept.

London sits next to me on the couch. "What's wrong? You look all stressed out. What is it?" she asks, rubbing my back. I lean back on the couch.  "I just hate how I be working hard as hell and can't even come home to a clean house or a hot meal. Me and her ain't together or nothin' but we had that bond. She lazy as hell." I answer.

She shakes her head. "I can't stand lazy women with no class." she says, shaking her head. "She be at the house with the kids sometimes but majority of the times she got her auntie babysitting. She mostly just spends my money, then get mad as hell when I'm gone making it, or when I come home pissed cause the house ain't in order. Am I wrong for wanting her to have me something to eat or wanting the house decent looking?" I ask. "Well... watching babies is a full time job. You gotta look at it from her point of view." she says. "That's the thing... she always take em to her auntie. All she do is shop." I say. "Oh... well, no. You're not wrong." she says. I stare at her for a second. My phone starts ringing. I ignore Mia. She been blowing my phone up ever since I left the house earlier today. She called me atleast one hundred times and sent me plenty texts and voice mails cussing me out.

"That's her?" London asks. I shrug my shoulders. "Forget her." I say. I pick her up then make her straddle my lap. "DJ, what are you doing?" she awkwardly asks. I kiss her neck. "You smell good." I say. She got on Flower Bomb. I lay her down then pull her leggings down. "Wait... DeJuan, I don't wanna be your side chick. I'm nobody's second choice and I'm not the girl you can go to when everything's bad in your relationship. " she says. I kiss her lips. "You ain't. That's what I like about you." I say.

She smiles then kisses me. I ain't about to play Mia or nothing. Imma just tell her straight up that I got somebody else I'm talking to.

I pull her panties down then take my pants off. I pull a condom out my wallet then put it on before pushing my dıck inside of her.

I just got back to the house. It's almost four in the morning.  I walk upstairs to my room. "What the hell you doing?" I ask Mia. She glares at me then wipes the tears out of her eyes. "Forget you, DeJuan. I know you was out with a bitch." she says, packing clothes into a suit case. I go kick her suitcase across the room. "Move!" she screams.  "Hell naw! You high as hell if you think you leaving." I say. I never imagined her actually dippin' on me. She threatened me plenty times but I always thought it was all bullshit.

She pushes me. "No, I'm gone! You don't even love me and all I do is stress you out!" she screams. "I do love yo stupid ass!" I yell back at her. "Shut up, DJ! I'm tired of this mess! You honestly think all I do is spend your money? Yes, all I do is spend your money on our children and your baby sister! And when I get my aunt to watch them, are you forgetting I'm somewhere doing something that benefits you? For your information, I was planning a gotdamn surprise party just to say thank you for being so good to me but fuck it, I'm done!" she screams, snatching underwear out the drawer.

I look away from her while she packs. Begging ain't my thing but I real deal don't want this girl to leave me. I don't even understand why but I don't wanna let her go.

I grab her arm. "Mia, I'm sorry." I say. She pushes me. "Your dumb ass always assuming shit about me, DeJuan! Did you fuck that bitch?" she screams. I blow. "Yes." I answer. She slaps the shit out of me then grabs her bags and heads to the door. I follow her downstairs.  I take a deep breath. "Mia, don't go. Please... mane, come back upstairs. Let me make it up to you. Just don't leave me. It's not even worth it, KaMia, I'm forreal. I love you too... you can't leave me. Please don't." I beg.

I feel like a bitch begging her. I don't ever do that but I'll fuck around and lose my mind if she just leave like this. I hardly show it but I actually love her.

She pauses then takes a deep breath.  "You need time to get yourself together. I'll come pick up Juanye' and Summer tomorrow. Bye, DeJuan." she says, then walks out the door.

I chase her out to her car then grab her arm. "Mia... come on,  don't do this." I say. "Now you care? Save it for that other hoe." she says. "Mia, you fucked another nigga too!" I yell. "I did and that's when we weren't together or anything when you were disrespecting me and shit! It's not even about her, you don't love me and I can't do this!" she screams. "Mia, if I didn't love you, would I be out here in the rain begging you to not leave? I don't beg no damn body but I'm begging you! You hardly ever get to see how I feel so this shit ought to tell you something! Come back in, Mia!" I yell at her.

She stares at me like she thinking about it.  "We need time apart and you need to find out where your head is." she says. "Mia, atleast tell me where you going." I say. She gets in the car. "Mia!" I yell, holding on to the handle, getting dragged a lil bit while she pulls off.

"Come on,  don't do this shit!" I yell, beating on the side of the car. She pulls off fast. I chase after her. I blow then walk back to the house. I sit against my Audi then blow. I wipe my eyes. I never imagined myself crying over that girl. This shit hurt bad as hell.

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