“I hear you, boo.” I smiled, looking at her in the mirror.
“It’s this nigga named City.”
“City?” I repeated. My cheeks burned because I knew it wasn’t a coincidence. It wasn’t that many niggas out here named City.
“Yes, girl. He’s a regular at the club. We’ve been fucking around for a cool minute now.”
I almost burned her ass with the wand curler.
“You know I don’t fuck with these bitches like this, but I like you, Suki. You a vibe. You got a body for the club. I keep tellingyou to come get a bag with us, but since you won’t, I’ll try to see if City got somebody for you.”
“Oh.” My eyes snapped up into the mirror. “I’ll let you have that. I’m about this coin.”
She was cluelessly typing away on her phone and curiosity got the best of me. I leaned over to see the screen and sure enough her ass was texting City.
Star: I hope you don’t stand me up again like last night because I gotta replace you.
City: I’m one of one baby. My dick too good, but shit, if you gotta dip, do you.
Star: So, you’re not going to tell me what happened after you had me waiting all night?
City: Nah. Just know I’m with you tonight though.
She pondered on replying but didn’t. I could tell she didn’t want to seem thirsty and wanted to remain cool. I applaud her because had it been me, I would’ve pulled up on him. City had a way with words. Like the words came off like he was a no-good nigga, but he had finesse. Could sell salt to a slug.
“You all done, girl.”
Her head popped up from her phone.
“I swear you’re the fucking coldest,” she complimented, pulling her curls.
I smiled.
“You know the best way to show me is to tell a friend to tell a friend.”
“Every time.” She handed me a roll without even counting it, and neither did I because she always paid more than enough and left a hefty tip.
“I’ll see you in a week.” She got, grabbing her LV with her 90’s curve French tips.
We shared a cute hug, and she was out the door.
I was stuck in my head when my next appointment arrived.
While prepping and cleaning, City texted me.
City: Aye, I don’t know what the fuck you on, but you better fix that shit.
His text came at an odd time seeing how we rarely texted. We FaceTime more than anything. Seeing how Star recently left and now he’s on my line, it made me feel nothing but pissed off.
Gaging at his message, I went to his contact and blocked that ass.
“Not today, nigga.”
He could stress these other hoes out, not me.
Iwalked into my mama’s crib and shit was everywhere. I was pissed because the maid came through yesterday. This mothafucka was spotless from the pictures in the portal. Now this shit look like a hurricane hit it. I don’t like wasting my money.
“Janice!” I called out.
