“Type shit,” he nonchalantly uttered.
Scottie cleared her throat and turned back around. Discreetly sliding her hand to her mouth, she checked her breath and then smoothed out her hair. Scottie was dressed simply in a pair of jean shorts that cuffed her ass and a haltertop that displayed her dimples and back tattoos. Sighing, she stood back on her legs, pushing her knees back, making her ass sit up a little higher.
When Logic didn’t bite, Scottie pretended to look around the store like she forgot something. Her eyes fell on Logic, and since he wasn’t paying her any attention, she quickly scanned the items in his hand. Her eyes landed on the plastic rubber bands, Jam, and hard bristle brushes.
“You should get the ponytail holders. Those plastic rubber bands break so easily,” she pointed out. “And those brushes are too harsh for their hair.”
Logic peered down at the items in his hands and then back up at the stranger.
“You do hair or something?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Gimme your number.” He whipped out his phone.
“I-uh-” Scottie stuttered, taken aback by his demand.
“For their hair and shit.”
“Whoa, how do you know she can do hair for real?” One of the twins frowned. “We can’t just have anybody in our hair, Lo.”
“Are you good at what you do?” Logic asked, staring at Scottie.
“I am.”
“See.” He winked at his sisters. “Let me get ya number.”
“Oh, uh, ok.” She recited her number before the cashier called for the next customer. “What about your hair?” Scottie peered up at his scruffy fro.
“My shit straight,” he chuckled, pulling at the ends.
“A straight mess,” one of the twins mumbled, making the other giggle.
“I could hook you up, too.” Scottie smiled, paying the cashier. “Hit me up.” She winked before switching off.
Their relationship started off casual. Scottie would come over, do his sisters’ hair, and leave. She never asked too many questions, but after a while, she noticed that Logic was the sole provider for his siblings. While she did the twins' hair, he’d sit at the table and help them with their homework or play the video game with his brother. Scottie loved how he evenly divvied his time between the three, making sure they all got the attention they needed, and that turned her on. He was such a protector, and she needed that in her life.
Slowly but surely, Scottie started hanging out a little longer, bringing over dinner and texting Logic even when it wasn’t about the twins’ hair. When she noticed that he didn’t have a woman, Scottie stepped up to the plate. She started cooking for him, fucking and sucking him, and babysitting on the regular. She became a permanent fixture in their life, and Logic was lowkey grateful. With her being in the house, he was able to move around without worrying about his siblings.
Two years into their relationship, Logic started looking at Scottie sideways. She was no longer the small-time braider he had met at Family Dollar. Scottie was traveling from coast to coast, slaying tracks and melting wigs. She wasthee it girland everyone wanted a piece of her. Wig companies were sending her products left and right, celebrities were flying her out, and the niggas were on her jock.
Logic wasn’t the jealous type, but he also wasn’t a fool. Whenever Scottie was at home, all she wanted to do was partyand hang out with her friends. She no longer wanted to do the twins' hair, but she didn’t want anyone else to do their hair. Scottie could be miles away, and if she got word that another woman touched the twins' hair, she would be blowing Logic’s phone down. She wasn’t stupid and knew that Logic was fine as fuck. Any bitch doing his sisters’ hair was probably smiling all in his face, and she wasn’t ok with that.
Besides the hair situation, Scottie hated it when Logic included his siblings in anything that involved her. She hated the movie nights, she never wanted to cook anymore, and if Logic wasn’t dicking her down, she was complaining about them never spending time together. Scottie wanted to take trips with other couples, but Logic wasn’t in a position to just up and leave. He couldn’t take her shopping and they didn’t go to the exclusive restaurants she had grown accustomed to. In reality, Logic wasn’t on her level, and instead of telling him that, she started moving funny.
On one of her many trips to New York, Scottie texted Logic and told him she could no longer be fifth place in his life. She went on to say she couldn’t help him raise kids that weren’t hers, and she also couldn’t sit around and wait for him to make time for her. Scottie was used to men spoiling her, and Logic didn’t have the money to spoil her. Any extra money he had went to his household and the kids. Logic didn’t bother responding to her text. He had real life shit going on and it didn’t involve her. Logic had the twins pack her shit and Sage dragged it to the porch.
A few months later, Scottie’s face, body parts, and explicit text messages were trending on every blog and media outlet for sleeping with a client's husband. Not only did she lose every other client she had, but she lost brand deals. No one wanted to work with a woman with a reputation for sleeping with married men. It didn’t take long before Scottie was back in her parents'kitchen doing hair and blowing Logic’s phone up about giving her another chance.
“Well,” Scottie huffed into the phone. “What are you doing today? Can I come over?”
“Nah. I’m chilling with the troops.”
“All day?” She sucked her teeth.
“Yep, I'll hit you when they go to sleep tonight.”
“Whatever, Lo. They aren’t babies. They know we still kick it.”
