Money Makin' (Completed)

24.

Mitch

Sitting back down at the table, the room was quiet as everybody watched me. I couldn't even focus no more now that I knew Zuria was out doing this fuck shit. It had me wondering what else she been into these past few months we've been apart.

This shit really had me bent. It was like seeing Mya or Marley out here tryna work in some club, that shit turned my stomach.

"You good, nigga?" Pablo asked with a smug smile on his face. He thought this shit was funny but I didn't find humorous at all.

"Nigga start these fuckin' auditions, we got more bitches outside." I told him, removing the already rolled blunt I had behind my ear.

I needed this shit.

"Choose anybody?" Jay asked chuckling and I nodded slowly, still thinking about Zuria. I was ready to go back there and snap out on her but I was trying my hardest not to.

"Aight, coo. Number 11!" He called and I watched as a girl happily stood to her feet, excitedly coming up to us.

"What's your name, ma?" Pablo flirted with the bitch as she smiled wide.

"I'm Destiny." She flipped her hair over her shoulder and I couldn't help but to look up her and down.

"Whatchu applyin' for?" I asked and she didn't say anything, she simply turned around and bent down to grab her ankles.

"Damn." Jay and Pablo both spoke in unison, watching as the shawty started shaking her ass in these booty shorts she had on.

"Aight." I nodded slowly, admiring her ass as she stood straight up and turned back around to us.

"How old are you?" I asked her as she showed us her headshots.

"24." She said and I nodded, looking at my homies and they couldn't take their eyes off of her.

That's the kind of bitches I needed in here.

"Aight. I want to do a' interview with you. You can go to the back." I told her, nodding my head toward the room Zuria was in.

"Thank you." She smiled, batting her eyes at me before she made her way.

"Yo, call number 12." I told Jay as I patted my pockets for my lighter.

"Let me get number 12!" He yelled as I lit my blunt and she made her way up to us with her attitude.

"What's up, Retta?" I spoke, putting my blunt to my lips.

"Nothing is up, nigga. Where is my best friend?" She asked turning her lip up, making me scoff as I took a pull from my blunt.

I should've known Z would get into some shit with this bitch. Retta was always wild, all through high school and she always tried to make Z do shit that was out of her character.

"What's the attitude, ma?" Pablo spoke up as she rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, she a fiesty one.." Jay trailed off with a smirk, looking her up and down.

"Gon' head, Retta." I waved her off while I smoked my blunt. I ain't know what she was here to apply for but she was Z friend so I made the exception.

"Better had." She snaked her neck as I blew smoke from my mouth, looking at her in disgust.

"I like her." Jay simped, making me look over to him as he watched her walk away.

I had to laugh as he continued watching her all the way until she got to the back room.

"Nigga, call the next number." I nudged him, breaking him out of his daze.

"Number 10!" He yelled out in distress, making both Pablo and I laugh.

*

Zuria

Sitting here, I watched as girls began to make there way back here while I sat here in this big hoodie, looking like a lost puppy.

"Did you get hired?" One of the girls asked me and I rolled my eyes.

"No." Was all I said as the door opened again and Retta came through it, instantly changing my mood.

"Bitch." She laughed, making her way over to me.

"Did he hire you?" I asked and she knitted her eyebrows, plopping down onto the couch.

"Girl, of course. The fuck?" She tooted her lips.

I couldn't help but to smile now, I felt better with someone I knew back here.

"So what happened?" She asked curiously and I shrugged.

"He made you put his hoodie on?" She laughed, looking at how big this hoodie was on me and I couldn't help but to laugh myself.

"Yeah." I put my eyes to the sky.

"Girl.."

"That nigga was like Zuria!" She mocked him, making me burst into laughter.

"I was like Oop, this bitch gon' get it."

"What did he say to you though?" She went onto ask, getting serious.

"Nothing. He was just mad." I rolled my eyes, placing my hand under my chin as I rested my arm on the armrest of the couch.

"Oh, bitch. He's going to give you some act right tonight.." She trailed off, doing her little dance and I rolled my eyes.

"No."

"We aren't together and he's definitely not touching me." I shook my head, making it clear.

"And the only reason I listened is because-"

"Because you want that act right tonight.." She trailed off, cutting me off as she did her little dance again and I pushed her, making her laugh.

"I'm just playing." She smiled small.

"His friend, Jay, though.." She trailed off, making me raise my eyebrows.

"What?" I asked her, considering she already had a man.

"I think I might need him in my life. He's fine as fuck." She went onto say, making me shake my head with a smile.

"You're a mess." I said to her as more girls began to flood the room and it was becoming crowded in here.

As they did, the room seemed to become louder as all of these girls spoke loudly and gossiped about the club and about Mitch.

"Girl, I need that nigga in my life." One of the girls said loudly as a group of the girls stood in a circle.

"Who, Mitch?" Another girl went on as if she knew him, making me furrow my eyebrows and look over to Retta.

"Yes. He's so fine." Another girl said and I can't lie, it was taking everything in me not to get out of this seat.

Despite everything, I was with him for ten years so I had every right to feel a way about these girls talking about him. Five months apart or not.

"Oh my god, I said that." Another girl butted in.

"I want his sexy, rich ass. Bad."

"Rich nigga, 8 figure, that's my type." The girl Keisha went on as Retta tapped my leg, getting my drift.

"And I just know he got a big dick with his tall ass, y'all see the way he walk? That's a big dick walk."

"Chile, 8-inch, big ow, that's good pipe." They went on playing around and I nodded slowly, no longer able to hold my tongue.

"Eleven inches, bitch." I spoke up, saying the correct size of dick and it seemed as if everything stopped and everybody looked over to me.

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