The past few days me and Rome have spent our nights and early ass mornings just on the phone with each other. Him getting ready for his matches, me getting ready for school & work, then the both of us getting ready for bed.
It's been so hard not being physically all up under him. I just want to feel him and his presence.
He's been winning his matches though so that's good. He only has a few more before he'll be in the FINALS and closer to winning the whole thing which I know he will.
When he gets back from winning I swear he getting the best head.
What am I saying? He gettin' that regardless if he win or not.
"Okay, I still need to put your lashes on but your makeup is done, you can use that mirror if you want." I tell my client as I look at the lashes she brought.
When I glance at her face it's just still, she isn't even cracking a smile. Shit, she ain't fuckin' with it.
"You don't like it?" I question nervously, slowing my hands down and she looks at me, shaking her head while furrowing her eyebrows.
"No I like it a lot. That's just my face boo, plus I'm on my PERIOD so." She giggles and I sigh in relief.
"Ohh okay, got you. I be the same way, on my period ain't shit funny." I scoff with a laugh as I prep the lashes to fit her eyes and she chuckles.
"No for real, especially that first day? Girl yesterday was hell." She shakes her head causing her bob to sway a bit.
"Tell me about it. Every time I look at that calendar I get pissed off, I'm pretty sure I'm SUPPOSED to start tod—" I pause, coming to realization. I squint my eyes as I try to recall when I was supposed to start my period.
I lick over my lips before shaking my head and focusing on finishing her makeup. I can just check later.
After finishing up her lashes I take her pictures, get my money, and send her off so I can start to prep for my next client.
