His Villainess

CHAP. 9

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Xalia's POV:
I showed my auntie what braids I wanted and she led me to a seat where I'd get everything done. The girls there started with my nails and eyebrows and lashes. My hair would come last since it was of less time. They worked their magic and by the time it was 4 pm, they were done.

A redhead named Sara washed my hair and dried it before taking me to where Aunt Margaret would do my braids. I picked long peekaboo braids because I'd get two of my best colors at the same time.

I looked around and saw Ace seated with an iced coffee in the waiting area on his phone. He realized that I was looking at him when he raised his head and smiled at me. I smiled a smile that showed gratitude for his patience. He didn't need to wait for me but I'm glad he did.

                                 
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Later in the evening, I was done. Everything was on fleek and looked good. I felt like an actual princess. I thanked everyone and paid for their services as I dropped a generous tip. I walked up to Ace and found him asleep. He was so cute and looked so peaceful. I took out my phone and took a picture of him and a selfie as well that I could use to tease him later on.

"Ace. Wake up." I shook him gently as I called out his name lowly. "You're done?" His raspy voice was enough to make my knees go weak but I couldn't do that there. I nodded my head and he stood up. We said our goodbyes and left the salon.

"Ion wanna go back home right now. I wanna do something fun and spontaneous". I blurted. "Like what exactly? Get a tattoo?" His sarcastic self asked. "That's it!" I said. "What's it?" His face looked hella confused. "We're gonna get me a tattoo. Since you have a lot, you should know a shop".

Ace looked at me as if I had just grown another head. " What do you mean you're gonna get a tattoo? I was joking!" "It was something I wanted to do but I didn't know when and what to get. I think now is the perfect time". He shrugged and said, "OK then. Follow me." We hopped into his car and he started it.

"So, what do you wanna get? For the first tattoo, I'd recommend getting one on your arm. It's less as painful. It only feels like a cat scratching you". I didn't really know what to get. I was scrolling through Pinterest for the perfect tattoo as he drove to wherever the tattoo parlor he preferred was. I heard his recommendation but I wanted to feel some pain. "How about I get one on my ribs. It does say here that it's one of the most painful areas to get a tattoo ".

Ace raised an eyebrow at me. His face was all he needed to ask me the question before it left his mouth. " Are you serious right now? I'm talking about getting you a painless one and you want the most painful tattoo?!" "Ummm yeah," I said as if it was obvious. "And it's not like it was my first tattoo. I got three on my 15th birthday." "So you wanna tell me that we're gonna get you your fourth tattoo and want it to be one of the most painful ones ever?" his voice sounded so surprised. I gave him a 'duh' expression and he just sighed, rolling his eyes. 

I know it's been a while since I got my first tattoos but I enjoyed the pain they gave me. I've always liked the idea of pain, whether it was me inflicting it or someone or something causing it. Sick I know but it's just what I've enjoyed ever since I was 13. After losing everyone, pain was my only refuge. I caused myself physical pain to try and forget the emotional pain I was going through. It was during my darkest times that I discovered that pain can also be a good thing depending on your perspective. No one was there for me because life had taken them from me. Alive or dead, they were away and showed no sign of coming back. But pain was there for me along with her sisters, darkness, and death. They were always by my side even though at the back of my mind I was fully aware that they'd all come for me and end me without any remorse. I was always ahead of my game and I'm always ready for anything, expected or not.