Claimed By Him

6| Progress

When I got home, I went through my phone and found that Slinga had saved his number in my phone.

Kuh pon him too nuh bout DeShawn wid heart too eno....

I decided to go to the bathroom first before I texted him. I stepped into the shower and ended up washing my hair. Nothing I hate more than having gel in my hair for too long. When I got out of the shower, I washed my face with my turmeric soap and used some moisturizer, nothing too flashy because my skin didn't give me as many problems as other people's skin.

After getting dressed in my pajamas, I slipped into bed in a heartbeat and texted DeShawn before I fell asleep.

Hey, I'm home now

I didn't have to wait long for a reply from him.

Ah

Doh tell mih seh him is a dry texter too! Wah this!?

That ended up ruin my vibes for the rest of the night and I ended up not replying to him. I disregarded his text just the same as I have done to other dry texters.

Coulda look good till him can't look good no more...

I placed my phone unto my bedside table and drifted off to sleep.

The following Monday I went to the barbershop to get my eyebrows shaved by Andre. I could've done this myself but Andre does it so much better.

When I got there Andre already have a line of clients so I had to wait so I made myself comfortable on the leather sofa and switched between Insta and Tiktok to help quell my boredom.

"You can do hair??"

"Oi, a you mih a talk." Somoeone roughly touched my shoulder. I was so engrossed in a reddit story on tiktok that I didn't realize that someone was talking to me. I looked up and lo and behold...there standing infront of me was DeShawn. His hair was in a ponytail, looking good as always in a red and black Hollister t-shirt, black jeans with red belt which didn't sit fully on his waist, and red and black Jordans. He wore his rings as usual, it's a different cuban link chain today and watch.

Him couldn't say morning or somo??

"Wah yu seh??" I asked.

"You can do hair?? Yes or no??" He asked once again. He looked so inpatient. I rolled my eyes, before I could answer Lexi spoke up.

"Slinga, mih no ave no clients right now. You come make me do your hair for you." She said.

God bless you, Lexi!

"No, a she mih want do it."

What in the bumbbeerrrclaaaarrtt wrong with this demon spawn!? Him can't lowe mih!? Is like the devil set him pon mih or somo!

"Alright...come ova yah so." I moved over to a chair.

"Mih need a wash too." He said and I almost yeeted the chair at him. I took a nice, deep and calming breath.

A soon rip out him hair outta him scalp...

I looked down at the man who was well relaxed and enjoying my scalp massage. My finger tips firmly massaged his scalp in long slow strokes and circles. At the end of the wash, a sigh of relief left my lips.

Thank God my intrusive thoughts didn't win...

We moved to another chair, where I borrowed one of Lexi's blow dryer and started the drying and straightening process.

"What kind of style you want??" I asked him. He shrugged while typing away on his phone. I tried not to read the conversation he was having with "Deep throat Britney". I dunno why but that didn't sit well with me and my voice came out harsher than it should've.

"Whichever you want." He answered after a while when he saw that I was still waiting for his response. I sighed and decided to give him stitch cornrows. When I was done with my piece of art, I stepped back and admired my work. Mommy always said I should study cosmetology, but that's not where my heart is.

"Done?" He mumbled.

"Yeah mon." I nodded. He stood up and looked in a mirror.

"Mhmmmm!" He rubbed his hands together.

Are you a fruit fly...?

"It looked good, man. You have use." He turned to look at me, and I raised an eyebrow at him. I rolled my eyes and walked away from him. If I had stayed there, I would say something real offensive.

After I had my eyebrows shaved, I left the barbershop, and when I approached the staircase, I was grabbed by the upper arm.

"What the fu-!"

"You nuh see man a bumboclaat text you from when?" I was pressed against the wall by DeShawn.

What in the wattpad is this situation!

"Wah yaa talk bout??" I asked, confused. He glared down at me, then I realized. My mouth formed an O. I just remembered that I left him on unread, and I had turned off all notifs because I couldn't bother. Then it was my turn to be angry.

"How you think mih must reply to "Ah", hm?? Mih no text dry ass people!" I glared up at him.

"See you likkle and full a attitude nuh bloodclaat." He lightly slapped me on my cheek with a shit eating grin. He looked even more handsome when he smiled. Him teeth them very white.

"Don't put you dutty hand inna mih face weh you goodly a shove under people gyal pickney!" I slapped his hand away. He laughed.

"What a gyal renk eee mon. A under you mih ago shove me hand." He proceeded to wipe his hand all over my face.

"DeShawn!!" I yelled angrily.

What a man disgusting!

"Wah you a bawl out mih name so fah?? Hm??" Before I could reply, his phone rang, and his whole playful demeanor changed. He was back to being the serious Slinga. I tried to escape the cage he had me in, but he held me tighter to his body, and I could feel his muscles, and he smelled heavenly.

"Ah, mih soon come. Mek sure uno deh pon site before me come." He hung up.

"Mih ago leave now, Ms Miserable." He said.

"Hurry up and gwaan." I rolled my eyes.

"Naa give me a kiss before mih leave?"

I choked on my spit and stared up at him with teary eyes in disbelief.

"No bother want it, your breathe goodly a kick." He said after a while. I was about to tell him to go suck his mother, and he took the opportunity to press his lips against mine. It was brief, and his lips were like pillows.

"You need some lip balm." He pecked my lips again.

"Ago leave yah now, mek sure you reply to mih fucking text dem or else me and you ago ave it out." He left me speechless.

What the fuck just happened...!?