Page 29 of Suleem and Yahzi
I frowned and glanced at her in the mirror while she plugged in the dryer. “What you mean?”
“Bank, I meanLeembe fucking women but he don’t wife ’em. He barely even talks to them and rumor said it was because he had a girl. Nobody ever saw him with anyone so nobody believed it. They just thought he was a dog ass nigga.”
“Didn’t he just tell you not to ask her no stupid shit?” the stylist in the station next to ours said, rolling her eyes
“I didn’t ask her a damn thing. I’m just telling her we know who she is.”
“Let him find out you’re in his business,” she shot back and I rolled my eyes when they got into a full blown argument. I decided to let them have it and removed my headphones, pushed them in my ears, and put on a playlist.
Miesha worked fast, and by the time she had half done, Suleem showed up with a soda, honeybun, and two bags of Cool Ranch Doritos. When he lifted a few braids and wrapped them around his hand, grinning, everybody in the shop was whispering about how I was gonna get fucked good tonight. I wanted to be mad but there was no point. He was who he was.
It took her four hours instead of three because I ended up getting them a little smaller than I originally planned with triangle parts instead of squares. By the time she was done, my back was tight and my neck was tense from holding my head straight and at awkward angles for hours but my braids were cute.
She did a good job, which meant I would be back. My parts were tight and my braids were smooth with no kinks or rough sections. I texted Suleem and chilled in the waiting area, hoping he wouldn’t be long because I was tired of these hoes looking at me like the answer to how I locked him down would magically appear on my face.
We spentthe day shopping for my dress and a suit for Suleem to wear to Miss Chandra’s reception dinner later. It was so easy for us to settle back into the space we were in before I left and I realized why. I was comfortable being with him and he was at peace being with me.
When we made it back to his apartment, I laid out our clothes and was about to get in the shower when Suleem came into the room, raked his fingers through his hair, then wrapped his arms around me.
“You didn’t tell me the block party was tomorrow.”
“Didn’t really think about it.”
“Am I supposed to be there?” I turned my head and looked at him while Suleem lifted one of my braids and rolled it between his fingers.
“You know we sponsor that shit.”
He buried his face in my neck and pushed his hands under my shirt. “That’s not an answer.”
“You’re me, Yah, so if I’m there, you’re there.” He bit my neck then kissed the same spot. “You got your shit with you?”
I threw my head back and looked up at him and he added, “I need a cut before we head out. You gon’ get me right?”
I couldn’t suppress the smile that spread onto my face. “You trust me to cut your hair?”
He smiled sexily. “Shit, maybe not if your ass is asking me that.”
I laughed and turned in his arms. “Stop. I got skills.”
“Nah, you ain’t got shit ’cause your references are other niggas and I would never take another man’s word about what my lady can or can’t do.”
“Then you have to trust me.”
He lowered his mouth to mine. “I trust you more than I trust myself and I’m a solid ass nigga. My loyalty is unparalleled.”
My eyes rolled before I lifted onto my toes and pecked his lips again. “Let me get my stuff, meet me in the kitchen.”
“Ah shit, your ass is too fucking happy. I might need to pass on this. You might fuck my shit up.”
“Nigga.” I shoved him in the chest and he chuckled, walking out the room and raking his fingers over his waves.
My regular clippers were still at the shop in Crescent Falls but I had my backup set with me. I brought a towel from the bathroom and draped it around his shoulders after he removed his shirt.
I lifted a brush and moved it over his head before I used it on the sides. The minute I turned the clippers on, he grabbed my wrists, moved me in front of his body, and brought me between his legs. “If you fuck my shit up I’m gonna be mad as hell, Yah.”
“I thought you trusted me.”
“Shit, I do, but this my head you playing with.”
