“Oh, so you didn’t fuck Rio behind Cali’s back? You didn’t start the drama? You're going to put it on me?”
The entire shop gasped as they stared at Rozalin. She blinked rapidly while avoiding eye contact with everyone. Irish hated to blast her but she was a messy bitch, who deserved to be embarrassed.
“Rio is your mystery man?” Clarice yelped. “Bitch, say it ain't so.”
Ivory’s mouth gaped before asking, “She fucked Rio?”
“Good for you, Rozalin,” Shay’s hating ass chimed in. “These niggas are for everybody, including Noble’s ass.”
Irish rolled her eyes but didn’t bother to respond to her. Her mission was to read Rozalin down, not Shay.
“Listen, I don't owe nobody an explanation.” Rozalin snaked her neck, showcasing her defensive posture. “He’s single and so was I. Y’all act like I was supposed to honor Cali when we’re not even friends.”
“But y’all were homegirls, though. Do you remember when that hurricane flooded your shop and we all pitched in to help with damages? What about when you suffered that one breakup and we banded together to take you out and cheer you up? You were a part of her special day. She can look at pictures and remember how you prepped her for her wedding day. So miss me with this ‘we weren’t friends’ shit. You owed Cali a lot more than what your stank ass gave her.”
Rozalin’s jaw clenched as she scowled at Irish.
“Yeah, that’s kinda flawed,” Clarice agreed, walking back to her client. “At the very least, she was a client. You shouldn’t have been fucking her man and still doing her hair.”
“Rio is not her man!” Rozalin bellowed.
Ivory shook her head. “He was her ex-husband, though. You don't think he was off limits?”
Rozalin scoffed, putting her hand on her hip. “Girl, shut your young ass up talking to me. I don't answer to kids.”
“Bitch, I’ll—” Ivory went to lunge for Rozalin but Irish stepped in front of her.
“Uh-unt, you don't need to fight her. Cali already wore her ass out.” Irish smirked.
“OMG, that’s what happened to her face?” Clarice laughed. “This bitch said she got into an accident. I knew my homegirl wasn’t lying about seeing you fight at the beach.”
“Cali needed to be whooping on her ex-husband,” Shay snarled. “The fuck she approaching Rozalin for? She ain't owe that hoe no loyalty just because she did her hair.”
“That’s where you're wrong. She overstepped, knowing how Cali felt about Rio. That’s some shady shit but I don't expect your slow ass to understand that.”
“Fuck you!” Shay spazzed.
“Actually, I’ll just fuck Noble instead.” Irish grinned, linking her arm with Ivory’s. “Bye miserable, disloyal-ass hoes! Oh and to the girl in the chair, don't share nothing about your man with Rozalin. Her desperate ass will find him and fuck him all while styling your hair.”
“Ha!” Ivory added as they walked toward the door.
“Rozalin, I can’t believe your ass lied to us,” Clarice chastised her as they left the salon. Soon as Irish and Ivory got back in the car, they broke out in laughter.
“Ooh, I wanna slap her desperate ass. And Rio is weak for even fucking with that bitch.”
Irish snorted, putting her seatbelt back on. “Let me put you up on game, men don't give a fuck. They have no boundaries or loyalty. They’ll fuck your mama if her ass is fat.”
Zavier’s brows dipped but he didn’t say anything to Irish’s claim.
“Never expect them to honor you ‘cause they won’t.”
Ivory positioned herself between the two front seats. “What about Noble? You think the same about him?”
“Hmm.” Irish mulled for a bit. “I don't but there’s still a part of me that feels he could fuck up. I’ll never give a man the benefit of the doubt.”
Irish nodded. “Duly noted, sis.”
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