Nova Solana Carter
I'm sitting in the barber shop, getting my hair cut (just the nape and my brows) and texting Ramirah. We're supposed to grab something to eat after this.
She's been out all day for a "maintenance" day—Brazilian wax, hair, nails, toes, and lashes done. I sent her the money for everything when she left, but her stubborn ass kept sending it back until I finally blocked her on CashApp.
Hey, it ain't tricking if you got it. I'll always pay for my baby stuff.
She's supposed to be pulling up soon, she's catching an Uber so she'll have to come inside. I looked down at my phone and saw I had a message from her.
my pretty lady: about to walk in.
And right on cue, the door bells jingle, letting everyone know someone just walked in.
All eyes immediately go to her, and a few linger longer than I'd like, but I'm doing my best to keep my cool so I don't snap on everybody.
She strolls over to me, and my barber's eyes widen.
Yeah, all me.
"Hey mama, you look pretty," I tell her, taking in her appearance.
"Thank you papa," she replies, showing off her freshly done nails. I nod and kiss her hand.
She finds a seat not too far from me, and the men are practically drooling over her, making her roll her eyes.
"Damn baby, you fine as hell. Can I get your number?" Some nigga about our age steps in front of her but she doesn't even look up.
"She good," I chime in, making him turn my way.
"And why's that?" he challenges, making me scoff.
"Because I said so, the fuck." I shoot him a crazy look—niggas be too bold, ready to die over some pussy they never had.
"I'm sure she'd prefer real dick over fake dick," he smirks, getting a few laughs from the other customers.
Ramirah finally looks up, rolling her eyes.
"I'm pretty sure my woman knows what I prefer, and it ain't ashy ugly niggas," she fires back, making him feign hurt.
"I can put on lotion. She can't grow a dick," he smirks, causing her to laugh.
"You're literally scum. My girl is shitting on your whole existence. Congrats on having a real dick—woohoo! But it'll never be anywhere near me or any decent woman for that matter, the hell," she finishes, glaring at him.
My barber wraps up my haircut, and I prepare to pay, but Ramirah beats me to it, placing a kiss on my lips while I grab a handful of her ass. The perverted men can't help but stare making me laugh.
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"Why you gotta bring your fine ass in the shop looking all good and shit?" I ask her as we settle into a booth at Cheesecake Factory next to each other.
She shrugs and flips her hair. "I always look good," she states, making me laugh. "Gimme a kiss," she adds, grabbing my face.
I kiss her lips a few times then her cheek, making her blush.
The server comes and takes our drink orders, I got a Long Island, she got a Strawberry Marg, and we order chips and spinach dip for an appetizer.
"So how was your maintenance day?" I ask, holding her hands to look at her nails again.
"It was good, relaxing for the most part, until the wax," she laughs, and I nod.
"Yeah, you strong as hell for getting your pussy waxed. I know that shit hurt like hell." I frown imagining the feeling and she laughs.
