Page 69 of It’s The Dawg In Him For Me

“Hey,” she said with an attitude. “I see you are finally here.”

I looked at Denise, who was hanging up inventory, and she was just as confused as I was.

“Umm…I'm sorry. I did have to run out and help my man, but Denise said you didn’t come in.”

“Because you didn’t!” Denise yelled out.

“I drove by about to park and didn’t see you through the window, so I left. Then I saw these two and remembered y’all chill more than work.”

Me and my girls were all staring at each otha as I stood up, ‘cause I didn’t know who shorty was feeling like.

“Mariah, are you cool?” I asked her.

She smirked. “I'm good, let’s get this ova with.”

I nodded and walked her ova to the dressing room.

“Yeah, let’s get this ova with ‘cause you trippin’.”

She walked into the dressing room, and I threw the dress in there to her.

“What the fuck is wrong with her?” Ari asked.

“I don’t know, but she better get it together. I don’t mind losing a client today.”

While I waited on her, we talked about Rosama. I let them know about his family members, and they started to come around to him.

“Well, I'm glad it’s nothin’ else with him,” Denise added. “You seem happy with him.”

I was about to respond to her when I got a ding and checked my phone.

“My nigga! My nigga!” I yelled out.

“What?” Raven asked.

“I paid his bail. It was 3K. My man just sent me 8K back and said he always got me.”

“Yeahhhh, that’s a good man, Savannah!” Denise said.

We laughed.

“Keep him, brah. Loves him some Nylah.”

I smiled. “And do, I can’t even lie, I might be loving him too.”

We continued talking bout me and Rosama and how his birthday was coming up and how we talked about a trip. The curtain to the dressing room flew open, and Mariah walked out with the dress all fucked up.

“What the fuck?!” I yelled as I got up, walking ova to her. “What did you do to the dress?”

“What is wrong, Ny?” Denise asked.

“The sides were ripped, the bottom was pulled, the zipper I just put in the other day looks like I never sewed it in.”

Denise came ova and looked at the dress. I was so hurt looking at all my hard work.

“Why the fuck would you stand in the dressing room and fuck up your own dress like that? Is you cool? Still having issues with your husband?” Denise flat-out asked.

Mariah stood in the mirror, and I swear she had a smile on her face.