𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬

𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝟐𝟑

Sadira woke up to the soft chime of her alarm, groaning slightly as she stretched her arms above her head. Today was her day-no work, no stress, just self-care. The thought of getting her hair done brought a smile to her face. There was something about a fresh silk press that made her feel like a brand-new woman. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and padded over to her closet, pulling out her outfit for the day.

She decided on a cozy yet stylish fit-a coral Essential hoodie and matching joggers. The soft fabric felt warm against her skin as she slipped it on, tugging at the hoodie strings until the fit was just right. To complete the look, she slid her feet into a pair of black Bow Uggs, the little bows on the back adding a cute touch. She grabbed her tote bag, double-checked her reflection in the mirror, and smiled. Ready for the day.

After making herself a quick smoothie, Sadira grabbed her keys and headed out the door, excited for her salon appointment. The crisp morning air hit her face as she stepped outside, making her pull the hoodie a little closer. She slid into her white Range Rover, the leather seats cool beneath her as she started the engine. The familiar hum of the car filled the silence, and she adjusted the music, letting soft R&B play in the background as she made her way to the salon.

The drive was smooth, the city waking up around her as she navigated the streets. Her phone buzzed a few times, but she ignored it for now, focusing on the road ahead. When she finally pulled up to the salon, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She loved this place-her sanctuary for a few hours of pampering.

Inside, the smell of hair products and the low hum of blow dryers greeted her. She smiled at the receptionist and checked in, her stylist already waiting for her. Sadira sat down in the plush chair, letting out a sigh of relief as her stylist ran her fingers through her hair.

"Girl, you ready for this silk press?" the stylist asked with a grin.

"Always," Sadira replied, laughing. "I need it bad."

The process started with a deep conditioning treatment. The stylist massaged the product into her scalp, and Sadira closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation. There was something soothing about having someone else take care of her hair, working through each strand with precision. After the deep condition, her stylist rinsed her hair, the warm water cascading over her scalp, washing away any stress she had been carrying.

Next came the shampoo, the rich lather filling the room with a fresh, clean scent. The stylist washed her hair twice, making sure it was thoroughly cleansed before moving on to the conditioner. Sadira felt like she was in heaven-her scalp tingling from the treatment, her hair soft and smooth as it was rinsed again.

Then came the trim. Sadira always hated trimming her ends, but she knew it was necessary. The stylist worked quickly, snipping away the dead ends, leaving her hair healthy and ready for the silk press. As the blow dryer roared to life, Sadira watched in the mirror as her curls straightened out, revealing the length of her hair. It fell just past the middle of her back, brushing against the spot where her bra clasped.

"I forgot how long it's gotten," Sadira remarked, running her fingers through the strands as they straightened.

The stylist nodded, smiling. "Yep, you're blessed with this thick, healthy hair. That deep condition did you wonders."

When the final pass of the flat iron was made, Sadira was left with sleek, shiny hair that flowed down her back like silk. She couldn't stop smiling, admiring the way her hair moved every time she turned her head. It was flawless, and she knew she was going to be flipping it all day.

"Yes! This is what I needed," Sadira said, getting up from the chair.

Her stylist smiled and handed her a mirror to check out the back. "You look good, girl."

After thanking her stylist, she paid and left the salon, her confidence at an all-time high. But her pampering session wasn't over yet-next stop, the nail salon.

As she drove to her favorite nail spot, Sadira thought about what color she wanted for her nails and toes. She had been feeling the soft, feminine vibe lately, so she settled on baby pink. It was classic, clean, and cute. Plus, it would go with everything.

Once she arrived at the nail salon, Sadira was greeted by the familiar faces of the staff. They always treated her well here, and she appreciated the little things-like offering her a drink or making sure she was comfortable. She slipped into the pedicure chair, wiggling her toes in anticipation as the warm water soaked her feet.

The nail tech got to work, trimming her nails and shaping them to perfection. Sadira opted for short, square acrylic nails, keeping it simple but chic. For her toes, she went with the same baby pink, adding acrylic to just her big toes to keep everything even. As the nail tech painted the last coat, Sadira admired the soft pink against her skin, feeling satisfied with her choice.

Once her nails and toes were dry, she slipped back into her Uggs, the soft fur cradling her freshly done feet. She stood up, feeling brand new again. After paying and leaving a generous tip, she stepped outside into the cool air, glancing at her phone.

A message from Davis lit up her screen: "Do you want to come to the cabins with me tomorrow?"

Sadira paused, her heart skipping a beat. The cabins? She barely knew this man, and already he was inviting her to some cabin trip. It felt sudden, and honestly, a little out of character for her. She usually didn't entertain things like this, especially with someone who got on her nerves as much as Davis did.

As she made her way into the grocery store, Sadira's mind raced. Why should she even consider this? She had plenty of reasons to say no. Davis was a smooth talker, always trying to get under her skin, always teasing her. But then again... there was something about him. Something intriguing. She found herself smiling at the thought of him, even though she didn't want to admit it.

As she walked through the aisles, putting items in her cart, she finally made up her mind. What's the harm in going? Maybe it would be fun, and she'd get a break from the city. Plus, she'd make it clear-no funny business.

She typed out her response: "Ok, no weird stuff, got that?"

Davis replied almost immediately: "I promise."

Sadira couldn't help but grin at the screen, feeling a flutter in her chest. She shook her head, trying to focus on her shopping, but her thoughts kept drifting back to Davis. As much as he annoyed her, there was something about him that kept her interested. Maybe it was the way he always knew just how to push her buttons, or maybe it was that damn smirk of his.

By the time she finished her grocery run, she was still smiling, unable to shake the thought of the cabin trip. As she loaded the bags into her car, she found herself already thinking about what to pack. Cabins, huh? This was definitely going to be interesting.

With one last glance at her phone, Sadira started the car and headed home, excitement bubbling just beneath the surface. Tomorrow was going to be a whole new adventure.