Page 33 of Love me Like XO

“Malik, I’m busy.”

“I’on give no fuck. You got headphones,” he sounded frustrated.

“I dropped them in the wax. Don’t say anything crazy because I have a client and you’re on speaker.”

“And? We’ll stop at Target tonight and get you some. I ain’t call about that though, wife.”

I smiled at the sweetness from him. “Then what did yo?—”

“You want seafood or some basic shit tonight?”

“Basic shit. Now I really gotta go.”

“Bet. I’ll be there soon. Especially since you’re tryna rush a nigga off the phone.” Then he hung up and I started working on Ms. Attitude’s lashes. She barely had any, but when I tried to tell her that she said it was fine and nobody else had said anything about it.

Before I knew it, I was done, and I heard a knock on my door at the same time as she sat up to look in the mirror.

“I don’t thin?—”

“Bae, you ready?” I looked away from old girl, and Malik was standing in the doorway. Then when I didn’t give him the response he was looking for, he walked into the room and took a seat on the end of the corner. As a matter of fact he made himself real fucking comfortable while I waited for old girl who was now acting starstruck to give me an answer. Shit, at this point I was ready to get up outta here.

“What do you think?” I asked again, this time breaking her trance that she had with Malik. I don’t know why I felt a twinge of jealousy enter my body, it wasn’t like he was my man right? Let him tell it he was, but either way I didn’t like how old girl was not trying to be seen.

“I don’t know. I think it’s missing something.” She blinked a million fucking times into the handheld mirror.

I just looked at her, because honestly what could’ve been missing was her own fucking eyelashes. She came in here and asked me to give her the longest lashes I had when she didn’t have much for them to hold on to.

“What do you think? Do you think they look good?” Broad wasn’t talking to me, because now she was looking at Malik who looked up from his phone with annoyance in his face.

“Nah, I think them shits are about to fly off yo’ big ass face, but that ain’t my shit. My baby tried to lay them shit’s down but if the foundation ain’t right the work gonna struggle. Now pay wifey and stop wasting our fucking time.”

Offended at what he said she sucked her teeth and hopped off the table pissed. I could feel it in the air.

“You probably need to be asking about some hygiene tips too. Yo’ ass to texture air smell like summer park dumpster juice.”

“Malik!” I hit him and tried to pay attention to old girl. I wasn’t gonna say anything about her stench, but this fool would. Shit, this fool did.

“What? I was quiet as fuck minding my business. She asked me what I thought.”

“You know what, I’m never coming back in here.” She tossed a few bills on the table and scurried out of the small room.

A throaty laugh escaped his lips before his eyes were on me. He was silent for a moment while I cleaned up, then of course he was talking again.

“You deal with that shit all day?”

I shook my head no. “She was a new client who booked online. My normal clients know what’s up.”

He nodded, but his eyes never left my frame. “You look good than a motherfucker. I swear I used to hate Crocs on bitches, but you look good than a motherfucker. Especially because I know yo’ feet pretty than a motherfucker in them.”

“You’re sick.”

“How? Because I compliment everything about you?”

“No.”

Within seconds he was pulling me by my sides between his legs. This nigga had gotten so comfortable that he adjusted my freaking chair height. “Then what? Do I make you uncomfortable when I tell you err’thing I like about you?”

“Uh yeah. Maybe just a little.”

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