if you see these men, RUN. || (DAVE EAST) (CHRIS BROWN)

Chapter 95

Capri Martin
"Can I do your eyebrows?" I questioned, looking over at Elijah on the other side of the couch.

"Hell nah...what you on?"

"Nothin. I just wanna shape them. They could literally be so perfect. God blessed your entire family with nice brows." I sighed, longing for both him and Q's long and pretty lashes as
well.

"Why so they could be on fleek?" He smiled, turning towards me.

"Yeah!" I exclaimed.

His face fell flat then he turned away. "No."

I sucked my teeth. "Eli come on!"

"Noooooo." He groaned. "You mad fuckin annoyin. Ion know how Q put up with you."

"I could say the exact same thing about you." I squinted, throwing a couch pillow at him. He threw the same one back, hitting me in the head.

"I feed you, I clean for you, I give you dessert, and I give you the best company you've ever had in years and you continue to treat me like dirt." I sighed, pretending to be upset.

"Treatin you like dirt is a drag."

"It's really not. I'll take it all back if you let me do your eyebrows." I shrugged.

"Man you still on that?" He sneered, sucking his teeth.

"Just let me shape them and I'll leave you alone. Get rid of that unibrow."

He sucked his teeth. "Man why does everybody hate my unibrow? I can't control that shit."

Now I felt bad. Maybe he was insecure about it. 

"I don't hate it." I pouted. "I'm just...living through you in a way. Overcompensating for the fact that I don't have brows."

He sucked his teeth again. "It's gone hurt when you do it?"

"No. I promise." I smirked, excited he was giving in.

Besides being a singer/song writer, I wanted to be an esthetician so bad. Doing people's faces was like an itch needing to be scratched. Popping pimples, plucking hairs, I wanted to do it all.

Q let me do it all the time. I gave him facials too. He let me try new products on him, pop his pimples, all of that. I wished he had black heads so I could get that out too. Call me weird but it was so satisfying.

"I'll be right back!" I exclaimed, hopping up from the couch.

I practically RAN to go get my eye brow shaver and tweezers. Right into Q's bedroom and into my beauty bag. Once I grabbed them, I made my way into the living room and sat real close to him on the couch.

"Why you all in my space bubble?"

"Well how else am I supposed to reach your face?" I questioned, backing away and sitting at an arms distance with him.

As I started shaping and shaving, I could see they already started to look good. Just flawless.

"I swear you could make a wig with your brows, they're so long and thick." I snickered, feathering my thumb against it.

"Prolly." He chuckled, closing his eyes and letting me do my thing.

Once I finished shaving them, I started to tweeze away plucking all those over grown hairs.

"Ow!" He exclaimed. "Thought you said this shit wouldn't hurt."

"Quit being a baby. These little pinches don't hurt that bad. What are you gonna do when your future girlfriend tries to do this to you? Cause she's gonna wanna if she's anything like me." I scoffed.