“Come here.” He grabbed my wrist, pulling me against him. “Put some pep in your step.” He hungrily kissed me. “You hear me?” He locked eyes with me.
I nodded.
“Alright,then.”Hecrackedasmile.“That’smyBabi.”
I’d done just as Face had told me to. I drove home, grabbed my documents, and headed to the passport spot. There were several
people already there, but once I told the guy my name, he immediately stopped what he was doing to tend to me. Then twenty minutes later, I had my passport, although I didn’t even know what the hell I needed it for.
By the time I stepped out of the small building, Face was already waiting for me in his G-Wagon. I hopped in the jeep with him, and we skated off to the Galleria mall. I figured that nigga was losing his mind, after dropping a bag in Saks, Neiman’s, Nordstrom’s, Louie, Fendi, and Versace. Then he wanted me to go sit somewhere and get my hair done, but that’s where I drew the line.
No matter how much money I had, I was always doing my own hair. Because I was a stylist and nobody could frame a hair-style to $t my face, better than I could myself. So, I stayed up all night, braiding my hair.
That following morning, we got up, dropped the girls off, and headed to the airport. I still didn’t even know where we going, until we were actually headed to the terminal, and Face printed out our boarding passes.
Had I known how long the damn flight was, then I probably would’ve just done my hair on the plane. But then again, I doubt thatIwould’vebeenabletomanagethat,becauseIhadnever
flown before, and my anxiety was through the roof. I just knew that I’d faint, after being subjected to a ten-hour flight. Luckily, Face had been thinking ahead, and had brought some Xanax that we both took, which had us sleep the entire flight.
Listen. With that long flight, the Xanax had done it’s job, and we’d taken just the right amount to where we weren’t drowsy, once we landed…in fucking Greece!
I couldn’t believe that Face had randomly flown me out of the country to what had to be one of the most naturally beautiful places. We were staying on Santorini Island, and the shit wasliter-ally what dreams were made of. From the clear blue water to the
architecture that was built on stair-stacked hills, everything was breath-taking.
Naturally, he had us staying in a five-star hotel with an ocean view, which had me spending an insane amount of time on our private patio area that came fully equipped with a pool andhot tub.
I’d never seen nothing like it. I guess that’s why I couldn’t stop taking pictures, although I’d never post them online. I couldn’t run the risk of anything getting back to Too Low. And I hated that I couldn’t share such a beautiful experience with my people, but that was just the way things were, right then.
Everything was so peaceful and serene. Therapeutic. I was literally seated near the pool in a white, sheer, fitted nightie that was draped in a laced sheer robe, sipping some expensive champagne, wondering if this shit was all a dream.
“Babi,” Face uttered, as he walked outside, holding a bottle of champagne.
“Huh?”Iglancedhisway,instantlybecominghypnotized.
He was shirtless, which should’ve been against the damn law. That eight pack. The tattoos. Then he was rocking subtle white Prada swimming trunks, which prominently displayed that massive dick print. Had my clit thumping like crazy.
He stood directly in front of me, and just stared. I bucked my eyes. “What were you saying?”
“Oh, shit,” he tittered, snapping back to reality. “I got stuck for a minute.” He licked his lips. “But I’m glad that you decided to do your own hair. Your hair is fire, girl.”
“Oh, I know.” I smirked, as I ran my finger across my braids.
Wanting a vacay vibe, I’d gone crazy with the designs in the front, then had two rows of small braids to the scalp going tothe back. I’d used human hair, and left out strands, giving it the Bohemian look.
He sat beside me on the chaise. “I’m serious, though. You got real talent. You never thought about having your own salon?”
“Yeah. I have. But you have to crawl, before you walk.” Looking at me, he took that bottle of champagne to the head.
“Or you can just align yourself with the right man, and skip the line.”
I laughed. “Is that right?”
He winked at me. “For shit’ sho.”
Face
I found myself gazing at Babi, as I sat beside her. There were so many things running through my mind, and I had never been in a situation where I couldn’t just express myself freely. Not that she was gonna knock me over my head, if I said the wrong thing. But what I was feeling was deep, and I didn’t want to leave myself vulnerable, by telling her what was on my heart, especially if she didn’t share those same feelings.
