He chuckles. “The dawg a’ easy maths. Just send the Instagram page to me. I’ll get the dog later or tomorrow but doh mek Pepper see him else him dead.”
I squeal, throwing my arms around him. I could’ve bought the dog myself, but I needed the green light this isn’t really my house… and um, I kinda like it when he spends his money.Wife a wife!
Right.
His phone rings and I mentally groan. Why someone affi call him now? He answers, and I rest my cheek on my palm. Sounds like it’s his hairdresser he’s heading out. I don’t want him to go.
He hangs up and picks up on my shift in mood. He reads me like a book, then hugs me.
“Mi nah stay long, mi just a go get mi hair plait,” he assures.
I roll my eyes. “Okay… and I could do that too.”
He grins. “The lady already a expect me so just watch Riverdale, talk with mommy or just do wah yuh wah do, mi soon fawud come give yuh wah yuh want.”
My pout fades as laughter takes its place.
“A true thou?” he asks. I don’t answer, just smile. Yes, I want him but I’m denying it.
Like you wah get prego again enuh, miss.
Why she nuh stop bring pregnancy to me?
“No, yuh wrong so come gwan a yuh hairdresser,” I say, picking up my phone.
A minute passes he’s still watching me.
I glance up. He’s not upset, just… thoughtful.
“What?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “Nothing,” then smirks and kisses my lips before walking out. Even in a simple tee and jeans, he’s sexy as hell. No wonder so many girls hate me. Online and in real life.
Poor dem.
Say that again fi the ones in the back!
Before shutting the door, he turns back.
“Zara just make sure yuh ready when mi drop a yuh foot,” he winks, leaving me with a stupid smile on my face.
Ready fi what though, Zara? Another cocofelon?
Yuh mad? I’m never getting pregnant… again.
NICKOI
I shift in the chair and glance at the hairdresser, tired of sitting still for so long. “It soon done?” I stare up at her.
“Mi have four more rows lef, baby,” she replies. I curse under my breath with a straight face, making everyone around laugh.
“Nosah, mi tiyad,” she says, laughing so hard, she holds her side.
As the laughter fades, Rick steps out of the shop. His girlfriend, Lee, is on the other side of the Salon doing someone’s makeup. I scroll through Instagram, trying to pass the time. Rick returns with a few bags and starts handing them out.
“Thanks love, a cheese sandwich?” Lee asks, pecking his lips as he gives her and her client a bag. He hands another bag to the hairdresser, who lights up in surprise.
“Watch yah, yuh buy fi me too?”
