Justice, moves across the country with her boss Jessie, they're moving the hair salon to a new location for better days and new opportunities... read to find out😉
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"So, what about you? What is your goal" I questioned lying on my side next to him. With my head in the palm of my hand I stared at him.
He laid on his back looking up at the ceiling. "I want to open up my own gym" he said with no hesitation. "I've been saving up working two jobs" he turned his head facing me. "I coach but I also install cable on the side"
"Ohh, so you're a busy man" I sassed dramatically.
He flashed his charming smile at me. "Somewhat but I manage to fit time for you"
"You really do like me" I said caressing his lightly toned chest. Along his chest was covered in ink, tattoos covered along his neck, even down his arms and some on his hands. I didn't mind it, I had some of my own.
One on my wrist, the small of my back and one only few have seen above my womanhood. "So what is this" he asked caressing my naughty tattoo with his thumb.
The coldness of his finger tip tickled me causing my body to jerk. "Stop" I smiled. "Do I have to explain it?"
"Yes, I can't tell what the hell it is?"
"It's Mickey and Minnie Mouse" I spoke feeling my cheeks grow bright pink.
"Why are they down there" he creased his brows.
"Stop it, I'm blushing. I was being young and dumb when I got this"
"What's the meaning tho?"
"It's supposed to represent my innocent and mature side. That's why Mickey is being naughty" I said with a unserious smirk on my face.
"What's so funny, I'm not judging. I only want to understand you, that's kinda poetic I guess" he shrugged.
"It is, I love poetry"
"Do you? Who's your favorite poet?"
"Maya Angelou"
"Yeah she's famous, I know of her"
I raised one brow scooting closer to him. "Can you read me one of her famous poems?"
He chuckled instantly before me, I watched as his eyes shifted to the ceiling as he began thinking. I could tell by the way he licked his lips he didn't know a damn quote nor a line of poetry. Especially not from Maya Angelou, it was kind of cute watching him try to pull something out of his ass.
