His Miracle 2 (Completed)

Chapter 15

A'leah

"Chile please, Tokyo know better. Trust me when I tell you." Gio ranted.

"I know he does. You two are a mess." I laughed.

Gio was my personal hairstylist and has been for two years now. He was suspecting his boyfriend was cheating on him with a new makeup artist in LA. There was always drama with these two.

"Talk about aggravating. Enough about me, what's this I hear about you and some thug on the Shade Room?" He asked while curling the last strand of my hair.

"His name is Quamir." I grinned.

"You feeling him?" He questioned while raising and eyebrow at me.

"I don't even know him like that. I mean he's a cool person. We went to Magianno's yesterday and had dinner."

"Heaux, you already had yall first date and didn't call me to hook you up?" He faked hurt.

"Boo bear it's not even like that. He just called me and told me to meet him there. I told you I was at my parents house with the kids."

"Mhm, you are done hunty. Go take a look."

I made my way over to the full length body mirror to see my hair. Gio never failed when it came to hooking me up.

I took a small wad of cash out of my bra and handed it to him. I was in love with my Owigs extensions that were dyed a honey blonde.

"Thank you boo bear, I absolutely love it. Damn I look good."

"Your welcome hun. There goes your new boo." He said, pointing towards the front desk. I playfully rolled my eyes.

"He is not my new boo." I laughed, as I made my way over to him.

"Yet!" He yelled.

Quamir smirked at me and handed me a bouquet of pink roses. I took them from him and smiled.

"You look sexy as always." He complimented.

"Thanks." I said as my cheeks turned red.

"Where's your dressin' room?" He asked.

"Back here."

I grabbed his hand and guided him to the back, walking past Gio. He almost passed out when he seen Quamir. I swear he's a drama queen.

"Whatchu got under this robe?" He asked while wrapping his arms around me from behind.

"Clothes." He kissed his teeth.

"Stop playin' wit' me. Whatchu got on underneath this?"

"Lingerie. Why you wanna see?" I teased.

He sat on my couch with his legs open and his arms stretched across the top of it.

"Lemme see."

"Nope. I still barely know you."

"Then let me take you out."

"When? I work Monday through Friday and weekends sometimes." I stated.

He messed with his chin hair and sat me on his lap. I crossed my legs and held onto my robe.

"Don't make me talk ta' ya agent. You ain't doing shit at all next weekend, how bout that?" He asked.

"But I have to work Friday. You should know that I work at the high school." I laughed.

"Aight. Afta' work, you go home and get all dolled up. I'm gone take you out. Then we goin' out Saturday and Sunday."

"And what if I say no?"