Case File Name:
Bad Hair Days.
♠Chapter Thirty♠
A long sigh fell from my lips, dropping my hands from my hair.
That didn't want to fucking work with me.
I pursed my lips into a tight line as I peered at myself through the large bathroom mirror, trying not to snap over something as small as my hair.
But my arms are burning, I've been at this for an hour—and I'm hungry.
Which seems to be the cherry on top.
But the last thing I want to do is eat when I'm headed over to Morana's for dinner.
At least after this meeting.
I took off work yesterday, and Tazmin stayed over the last two nights.
Yesterday she had some stuff to handle—along with today, which felt good to me.
Separation felt necessary, especially because I'm more of a detached person.
I suddenly tugged the hair tie out of my hair—forcing my dark hair to fall back onto my shoulders with a huff.
I really needed to look good for this meeting, especially since it's a high-profile client and I wasn't at the firm yesterday.
I also left early the day before that due to the incident...
An empty sigh fell from my lips almost as soon as I heard knocks echo through my apartment.
I backed away from the sink, exiting my bathroom and bedroom to answer the door.
Where Tazmin unsurprisingly stood in loose dress pants and a matching black shirt that clung to her waist and exposed her toned, tattooed arms.
Her blonde hair was down and straightened with a few strands tucked behind her ears, illuminating her bare face.
"Don't look too happy," Tazmin said, clearly being sarcastic.
Which earned a blank look from me, "Just come in and be quiet—I need to focus," I said, turning away from her to walk back to my bathroom.
"What are we focusing on?" Tazmin asked, shutting the door to my apartment and following behind me.
I let out a long sigh as I entered the bathroom, noticing the mess I had made on the sink.
Different hair products were strung across the marble counters, along with my makeup, which I had luckily already done.
"Oh," I heard Tazmin say, taking in the scene as I settled back at the sink to begin working on my hair again.
"I've tried three hairstyles," I mumbled, desperately trying to cling to my sanity.
Tazmin walked to stand behind me, "Well I thought your hair looked good—"
"That really doesn't help right now," I said, knowing that only irritated me further for some odd reason.
I pulled my hair back up, deciding to try a high ponytail again.
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Romance"If you wanted me to fuck you, all you had to do was ask," Tazmin said, her raspy voice lowered as she drew one of her hands up the inside of my thigh. I clenched my jaw, "I didn't," I gritted, even if we both knew it was a full-faced lie. Especiall...
