Only His

Chapter Fifteen

Imani

I finished washing my hair and I was so glad that I did it. I have been wanting to do my hair for some time now. I just haven't had the energy. I might give my hair a break from the wigs as well. My hair growth was amazing though.

I might just put braids in and rock that out for a while. I went into my room and grabbed all my hair stuff. I went to the living room and made a space for myself. I was ready to watch Scandal and smoke up. It's been way too long since I have watched Scandal.

I shouldn't be smoking so heavily, but it was helping me. My nightmares haven't been too bad the last two nights. They came, but it didn't take up all my energy. I was able to do more, but I assume that it something with Kazimir, which I hated.

The two nights with sleep with that I had with him were my best. I just remember feeling so at ease and peaceful. I have never had better sleep. Seriously all it took was Kazimir?

I got my leave in conditioner and I smothered it in my hair just to keep it from drying up. I did a quick detangle, so it was in a cute afro. The knock from my door put me off. It might be Mikhail or Leo knocking.

They never came inside and I tried to tell them they could. I didn't force them and let them stay outside. I don't know why they stayed out there, but I still had my privacy. I opened the door expecting it to be one of them, but it was Kazimir.

I stared up at him and he tilted his head to the side. He looked at my hair and he looked down at my eyes. He looked at my hair and I probably looked crazy as fuck.

"Can I come in?"

I opened the door allowing him in and I shut the door behind him. I was not expecting him here. His eyes went back towards my hair, he looked at me in fascination.

"What do you want?"

"I was wondering if you noticed anything by now," he responded.

I watched him as he looked around my apartment more. It wasn't his first time here, but I guess he was curious.

"Mhm nothing much, want something to drink?"

His eyes went down my body and I wished I never asked that question. He nodded his head and told me he wanted water. I took that and I got him a bottle of water out of the fridge. He was taking off his shoes and I went and handed it to him.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, but they don't come in here. I don't have a lot to work with," I start.

"Oh, I told them not to come in if it wasn't for showering or pissing," he said.

"Seriously? How do you expect me to be your brains, when you're restricting me?"

"That is simply nothing, they don't need to be inside your apartment to be observed."

We stood in front of each other and reached for my hair. He wrapped his finger around one of my curls and then he tugged my hair. My head got pulled in the direction.

"What the fuck?" I shout.

"Sorry, I thought it was one of your wigs," he apologized.

"I was wondering if you had been doing that," I sighed.

He let go of my hair and I could see he was clearly sorry for pulling my hair. He still looked at my hair in fascination and it made me stir. I went to my couch and sat down, he joined me on the couch.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"I didn't think you would feel it," he clarified.

"This is my real hair. Do not pull it and don't touch," I warned.