Page 1 of Suleem and Yahzi
Chapter 1
Yahzi Coleman
I lifted my clippers and changed the guard so I could tighten up Knocks’ shadow fade. He removed his hand from under the cape and frowned at his phone. I glanced at the screen, noticed his girl’s name, and smirked.
“Don’t answer that shit while you’re in my chair. I’m not in the mood for her to come up here causing problems.”
He smiled smugly, exposing a dimpled cheek. “She only acts up like that because your pretty ass be rubbing all up on me.”
I laughed and rolled my eyes. “Is that the lie you tell her instead of being honest and saying that you like to put your hands on me and I keep knocking them shits away because I don’t get down like that?”
His smile expanded and that dimple sank deeper. “I see what I see, you see what you see.” He didn’t answer the call and moved his hand back under the cape. “And if I’m blocking, then you’re blocking too. When your sorry ass nigga hits your line, you gonna tell him you’re busy so he doesn’t pull up causing problems.”
I tensed briefly because Dex had his share of times when he tried to do too much. That was part of the reason why I endedthings. Well that and me finding out he called himself gang affiliated. “That’s not my man.”
“Maybe not but you’re definitely his girl so you might want to sit that nigga down and provide him with some clarity.” Knocks chuckled and glanced at his screen before he swiped his finger and answered a call.
“Yeah? I’m getting a cut. I told you where the fuck I was gon’ be. Why you hitting my line like you have comprehension issues? Bruh, Yah don’t want me, but trust, if she did, I would be on her ass and there wouldn’t be a damn thing you could do about it. Now go find something safe to do before I move you out of the rotation.”
I rolled my eyes, shaking my head at how blunt he was and knew he meant every word. The way he ran through women and they accepted his indiscretions like sister wives was insanity.
I would never…
“And don’t bring your ass up here trying to flex because you know what it is.”
He ended the call and glanced at me in the mirror.
“I have no clue why those women let you play in their faces like that.”
He smiled sexily. Knocks was a beautiful man but not my type. Medium brown skin that competed with the flawlessness of mine, goatee, straight white teeth, and dark brown eyes that sat below thick lashes. His brows were bushy and thick, but shiny black like his goatee so they balanced his face and gave him a rugged edge. Well that and all the ink on his body. His arms and neck were a colorful canvas and he also had a few down the left side of his face.
That wasn’t my thing but even through all the ink you could see how handsome Knocks was. The six foot build and solid frame were also an added bonus. All things that screamed fuck boy and fuck me.
“I’ve been trying to show you why they let me play in their faces but you keep shutting me down.” His gaze trailed the length of my body and I rolled my eyes.
“I’m not a rotation kind of girl, so… hard pass.”
He chuckled. “That why you dropped Dex bitch ass?”
My eyes met his in the mirror and he arched his brow. “Bruh, don’t tell me you thought that nigga was faithful.”
Not really…
At twenty-eight, I wanted to be serious about my future and men with multiple women would never be long-term. I also believed a part of me was in denial because deep down I sensed Dex wouldn’t be faithful. He was just a way for me to pretend I was moving on but the reality was my heart belonged to, and would only ever belong to, one man.
“We’re just not a good fit. I don’t do bangers.”
Been there, done that. Got my heart crushed and will never recover…
“Then why you fuck with him in the first place?” Knocks frowned.
“I didn’t know he was gang.”
He grinned. “You let that square ass shit he be doing fool you.”
Dexter worked for the city. He wore suits, had an office downtown, and drove a Benz. He had tattoos, but most of them could be covered with his suits and none of them were gang affiliated that I knew of, until recently. I had only been in Crescent Falls for three years and was still figuring things out.
I spent the first two years cutting at a shop in an affluent area, trying my best to stay disconnected from any reminders of the man I ran from in Diamond Falls. It hurt too much to revisit themes from my past but I was sick of being the unicorn at the shop. The pretty, Black, hood girl who cut hair. Rich corporate men would come in just toexperienceme and the shit wasannoying. When I found an opening for a full-time barber across town, I quickly pulled up and felt at ease here.
