Page 27 of The Millionaire Mortician
“Nah, that sounds fishy as hell. Has he ever cheated on you?” she asked the question I had been asking myself.
“Nope. Not to my knowledge. Milan seemed to have always been all about work and me,” I defended him.
Talina curled her lip and shot me a knowing look. “If you say so.”
We talked for a little while longer, switching subjects, since I felt like I was starting to overthink everything.
Before I knew it, other stylists arrived, and clients began walking in. I had a nine a.m. appointment scheduled with a new client. Looking at the time, I expected them to be there any moment. To kill time, I just sat there and scrolled through Instagram.
I was only on my second like when a heavyset, fair-skinned man walked through the doors. He had tattoos all over his neck and arms. I wasn’t one to size up another man because I had everything I needed within Milan, but that man’s energy just drew me to him for some reason.
He was talking to our receptionist, Rachel, at the door. I then saw her pointing my way. My eyebrows instantly raised before she called me over.
“Hi, good morning, welcome to Dai’s Do’s,” I greeted him. “What’s up, Rach?”
“This is your nine o’clock appointment, Fabian,” she informed me.
I swallowed hard and froze still for a moment. “Oh, okay then. Follow me.” I guided him to my station. On the way there, I not only felt Talina’s eyes on us, but I felt his on my back.
Gesturing for him to take a seat, I then covered him with my customized cape and got him settled.
“Low fade, correct?” I wanted to confirm what I saw in the booking form.
He nodded without saying a word.
Wasting no time, I jumped right into getting him right. With precision, I cut, I lined and shaped him up right. His textured hair was nice, making the process smoother and faster.
While trimming, I couldn’t ignore how good his scent was. I loved it when a man smelled good. It was one of the best things about Milan. He always looked and smelled good as hell.
A little under an hour later, I was finished and brushing him off.
“Thanks for your business. I hope you come again,” I stated as he stood.
Hovering over me, he looked down with lustful eyes. “I have a barber, but because he was out of town, he referred me to you.” He started to look at himself in the mirror, admiring my work. “But I might have to spin the block, regardless.” He nodded.
I extended my hand for him to shake. “I appreciate it.”
Instead of shaking my hand, he kissed it. “No problem, beautiful. Enjoy the rest of your day.” He turned on his heels and made his way to the receptionist’s desk to pay for his cut.
Not knowing exactly how to feel, I stood there in complete shock. Looking over, I saw Talina watching everything with an amused facial expression.
As he walked out the door, he turned around once more and shot me a wink before completely disappearing.
You have a man. You have a man.I reminded myself.
Talina kept eyeing me with a smirk. I waved her ass off, then went to start on my next client.
It wasthree o’clock in the afternoon, and Lina and I were just walking back from having lunch in the area. The salon was busy as hell that morning, forcing us to push back our break. It was all worth it, though. Money was flowing, and clients were happy.
When we walked back into the salon, a bouquet of roses sat by my station. First thought, they were from my man, of course. I just figured he was trying to make up for the embarrassment from the night before.
“Awwwhhh, Milan is so sweet,” Talina cooed as we approached the roses.
I pulled the card that was attached to it. It read:
Thank you for not only providing a dope ass service, but for tugging at a nigga’s heartstrings. Your beauty and talent are refreshing. Hope you enjoy the rest of your day.
-Your new favorite client, Fabe.
