Page 99 of Halo: Tales Of A Hitman

I locked the door then said, “Couple of questions. One, how did you know I was here? Two, did you know that we’re closed?”

“I always know where you are boo and I know y’all closed. I’ll pay an after-hour fee, but I need you to do my hair.”

I massaged the bridge of my nose with the broom in my other hand. “Halo, I haven’t done your hair in three years. Go to whoever you’ve been going to. And please stop watching me. It’s creepy and a violation.”

He walked closer to me, “I do not watch you. I said that I always know where you are. That doesn’t mean I watch you. I just know how to find out where you are if I need to. The person who was doing my hair doesn’t have any openings. Since you and I are---

“Nothing Halo. Yes, we ran into each other and went to go eat. But we left it at that, we are nothing. Please do not think we are about to go back to normal. We’ve lived our lives separately for three years.” I came off harsh because of how weak he was making me in the knees.

The smell of his cologne, his voice, that right green eye and left hazel eye. His smile, dimples, the swag in the way he dressed, and posture was taken over me. It ticked me off because I was turned on and wanted to kiss him.

“Story, I know we haven’t been anything in three years, believe me I do. That’s how long I been living this thing called like a fucking robot. They kind of nigga I am, do you honestly think I could see you again and leave it at that? I can’t just walk away from you. I never have even after all time.” He grabbed my pink finger with his. “Can you do my hair boo, please?”

Lord Jesus I was powerless whit him begging me. He knew it too. Halo bit his bottom lip and squinted his eyes at me.

“I’m not leaving Story so you might as well. Here.” He let me go and took out a knot of money.

I watched him peel off four-hundred-dollar bills. He placed them on the table at my station then he took his head wrap and hoodie off. I quickly licked my lips from looking at him in a white beater. His strong arms, tattoos and chocolate skin made me soaked between my legs. All that long hair was full, hanging and crinkled from his braids being taken out.

“I want another two hundred.” I demanded as I snatched the money off the table. I thought I was really doing something by saying that.

But all he did was release a sexy laugh, took his money back out and gave me three hundred. He gave it to me like it meant nothing then to top it all off he looked me dead in my eyes and spoke.

“You know what, here.” He pointed the knot at me.

There was no way he was seriously handing me a wand of hundreds. “If I take it then I swear I am keeping it.”

“I ain’t neva played with you about no money. But if you keep it then I want full service. Like you used to give me.”

I laughed, “See! I knew there was a catch! Halo, I am not kissing on you!”

He copied my reaction then said, “We can leave the kissing off. But I want everything else and don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about.”

I looked at the money then at him and I snatched it from his hands. “Deal but this is the only time I’ll do your hair. Go back to where you were going to.” I put the money in my purse.

“Bet.” He agreed and went to the wash bowl.

The funny thing is, we both were trying not to grin like clowns. I know I was biting the inside of my jaw and Halo kept cracking his knuckles. I got the shampoo, conditioner, and protein treatment that I use on him. Once the water was at the perfect temperature he leaned back.

“Come now.” He coached with his arms open.

When we were together, I always straddled his lap while I washed his hair. I blew out of my mouth and got on his lap. My heart was pounding and I got chills all over. Halo’s strong arms went around my waist. Then his big hands went up my back and down my waist.

“Shit I miss this.” He whispered low and gripped my waist as if he did not ever want me to move.

“Me too.” I couldn’t believe I confessed that. My mouth had a mind of its own.

Halo closed his eyes with a smirk and I smirked too. His hair was still full, long, jet black and healthy.

“Whatever tramp you have doing your hair has been doing a good job.” I snarled.

“Not a tramp but an actual stylist. I’ve been going to Crown of Braids, Naomi does it.”

I was taken back by him telling me that. “Oh. They are a good place. I met them at the braid expo last summer.”

“Greek found them on-line for me. His big head ass told me he wasn’t about to stop coming here but he’d find a good braider for me.”

“I’ve been doing his hair.” I let him know.