𝘙𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦

𝘍𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘕𝘰 𝘞𝘢𝘺𝘴

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗜𝗫

𝘍𝘌𝘌𝘓 𝘕𝘖 𝘞𝘈𝘠𝘚

"No." Noah said.

Terricka scoffed and said, "Boy I'm not asking for your permission, I'm grown as fuck."

"I'm trying to get my shit in his gallery and you wanna fuck on him."

"Bitch I will, since you want to play the disrespectful game." Terricka said as she snatched up her dress.

"Terricka I swear to god—"

"Or what?"

"Why you fucking this shit up for me!"

"Who the fuck said I was! You acting like me going on a date is going to make him say no. Be for real Noah!"

Noah shook his head and said, "This shit's fucking crazy my mans. You don't mix business with personal life."

"I can't see why you don't understand why I'm fucking mad." He continued.

"How is this apart of your personal life? If I want to be bent over, I'mma get bent over and it has nothing to do with you."

Noah shook his head, but decided to say nothing in return.

It was obvious that whatever he was planning on saying would be no use, Terricka wasn't changing her mind.

It was their last day here in LA and Noah had just spent the day yesterday with Dontae, figuring out prices and how often he could get his work to him.

He failed to mention going on a date with one of his closest friends though.

Noah just didn't want Terricka to fuck things up for him. Niggas get pussy and start getting distracted and he didn't have time for that, especially when it was his art that was on the line.

Noah expected something to start between them after that night of the gallery. But he didn't expect it to be so soon.

The whole situation was just irritating him.

Meanwhile, Terricka didn't seem to care, and once Noah was out of her room, she decided to go ahead and start getting ready.

Dontae was a very attractive man, and not just in her opinion. He was her type to the tee and she wasn't going to miss out on that.

So she was going to do just that.

She decided to wear her hair out, since Dontae said thats what attracted him in the first place.

She did a wash and go the night before, and had set it with some rods.

She kept the rods in while she did a subtle glam, before she decided to take them out. She had them in so tight, she'd be sure her curls come out perfectly.

And she was correct. Her perfect coils dropped and framed her face perfectly. She silently applauded her hair for cooperating today.

She gently separated her curls, being sure to put coconut oil on her finer tips beforehand.

Once she had the volume she wanted, she dusted off her shirt and started to place on her jewelry.