Sequel To She's Pretty For A Darkskin
Josiah's addiction has walked onto campus, rekindling the dim flame with in him. He sets a mental checklist, preparing himself for the fight to get his woman back in his arms. He'll keep her at arms reach for a...
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JOSIAH DAVIS
"Man stop playing!" I said wrapping my arms around her waist. I rested my head on her shoulder.
"Let me taste it." I whispered. She pushed me off her.
"Josiah. Stop I'm trying to get dressed."
"I'm trying to get you undressed." I said as smacked her butt. I swore I heard her moan. But when I saw her face I knew I was tripping.
"Don't look at me like that. You knew that shit turned you on." I smirked. She mumbled under her breath. I didn't understand her.
"Did you call Vince and tell him where we meeting?" she asked.
"Yeah, I called that nigga, he said you buggin out for wanting to speak to her."
"Boy, that's what you said." she laughed.
"I agree with myself." I shrugged. She rolled her eyes and looked back in the full body mirror. I just admired her as she played in her hair. She kept pulling her hair all types of ways. I could see the frustration all over her face.
"Baby, just leave it down." I said.
"If I leave it down, I'm going to have to detangle it some more. And I really don't want to." She whinned.
"I gotchu." I said holding my hand out for the comb. She laughed and I reached for the comb. She reached for my hand looking scared for her life.
"You're serious?" she asked and I nodded.
"Don't use the rattail comb, use this one. And Josiah be careful."
"Man, you in good hands. I ain't gon fuck ya shit up..."
"Too bad." I whispered under my breathe. I don't know why I said I'd do this. I don't know how to do hair at all.
She had a lot of hair too. I was trying to see where I should start and she was just looking at me in the mirror.
"Come on Josiah you gonna do my hair or not?" she asked. I nodded.
"Close your eyes bae." I said, she shook her head.
"Man, here." I said handing her some eye mask she had. She put it on and I started doing her hair. Her curls were so smooth. I chuckled to myself remembering that time I thought her hair was fake. I was combing, thinking I'm doing the damn thing. I stopped.
"Trinn, I'm triple talented, I ain't even know. I was gon do this so good."
"Nigga, all you had to do was detangle." She said trying to take her eye mask off. She pulled it off and looked towards me.
"Look, I don't detangle. I make tangles, ya dig?" I joked.
"I can't stand you." She laughed. It was when she turned around and looked at her reflection. I was proud of my work until she looked more terrified than amazed.
