(18+) Come & Talk to Me: A DeVanté Swing Fanfiction

Chapter 53: Come & 24 You Heaux!

Please excuse ANY grammatical errors.

September 29, 1993

~DeVanté's P.O.V~

"It's a real nigga birthday." I sang aloud and wiped the cloudy mirror.

"Finna get fuck up BAD today!" I chuckled. "It's my birthday and I deserve a break."

Today is my 24th birthday and I been missing out so I'm about to party until I can't no more. They was planning a surprise like with Dalvin but shit don't get past me. I overheard the people under my label talking about it. Ion care it's it's a surprise, that keeping shit away from me is bound to fail.

They also thought that shit was happening in my house. Hell nahh, all them motherfuckers ain't coming to my house, disturbing the neighbors and fucking my shit up. I heard what happened at JoJo party and I ain't trying to have no fiends in my crib trying to steal my shit. I don't want to have to fuck nobody up. NOT TODAY I AIN'T!

I popped a pill and dried my body off. When I walked back into my room I got dressed and made sure to put some lotion on. I hate a ashy motherfucker, take K-Ci for example. I don't hate him but my nigga always ashy. Nigga skin look like it's dying from dehydration. Leather pants, a leather vest, and of course my chains and rings is what I'll be wearing for the day. Can't forget my pills and condoms. After I finished getting ready, I walked out the house and the limousine door was held open for me.

"Sup man." I dapped my driver up and got in.

"Sup boss." He said and closed the door.

I was met with some girls I knew and fucked on a a few times. I don't want them, I need some new people. All of these tricks suck in bed. Plus, I don't fuck nobody more than three times unless it's some type of relationship. It could be a sexual one, but as long as it's established.

"Fuck y'all doin' in my shit? Who invited y'all?" I asked them as they moved closer to me.

Women really be thirsty for a nigga like myself. The same type of bitches that wouldn't bother hollering at me when I wasn't DeVanté Swing to the world, back when I was just Donald the weird, crooked finger, big eared, and funny looking kid from church.

"John." One of them said plainly. I don't remember they names. Sorry, not sorry. They knew what the fuck they was doing with me.

John is K-Ci and JoJo's cousin. He be with us all the time. He a cool cat but nahh. "John? That nigga trippin'!" I shook my head. Me and that nigga gon' have some words. He know that I don't like random bitches to know where I stay. "What's this?" I looked at the seat.

"A gift, sir." My chauffeur said from the front.

"A gift? From who?" I frowned.

"Open that shit up and see nigga!" He said jokingly and started up the limo.

"Don't forget who you work fuh nigga." I said laughing and sparked up a blunt. "Can you hand me that?" I asked one of the girls.

"Who? Me?" One asked putting her hand on her chest.

I looked around the car then back at her. "Yeah, YOU. You the only sittin' closest to it, right?" My eyebrow raised involuntary as I pointed the tip of my blunt at her.