Holy Angel

33. Back at the shop

Miya
Back in Chicago, hours after the call

Miya laid in bed and looked up at ceiling. She had to get up soon to get ready to go to her shop. It has been a while since she did hair in there and she sort of missed it. She missed the gossip that flooded around her, hell she even missed the loud people that came in her shop to get their hair done.

Looking at the time Miya sighed heavily and threw the covers off her body. It was close to two o'clock and she needed to be there by two-forty. She lifted her body off the bed and walked to her bathroom to take a quick shower.

In less than fifteen minutes she completed most of her hygiene and went inside her closet to pick out something cute to wear. She heard the vibration of her phone and turned around to get it.

A smile was put on her face as she answered his FaceTime call, even though they spoken a few hours earlier. It took a few seconds before his face came into view and her smile grew wider.

"What are you up to?"

"I'm getting ready to go to the shop now." Miya carried her phone in her hand as she walked back into her closet.

"Mm, I thought you been went to the shop?"

"I was going to go, but I got real lazy." Miya twisted her pop socket and prop her phone up. She placed the phone on the middle dresser and dropped her towel.

"Hurry up and put on some clothes before anybody sees you." Mason leaned closer into screen and it made her laugh.

"Nobody should ever be close to your phone to know who you're talking to." Miya shrugged. She went into the dresser and put on a pair of panties.

"Your ass looks like it's getting fatter."

Miya looked back at her ass and stuck her tongue out.

"You think so babe?"

"Hell yeah. It's all that work I'm putting in." He flexed his arms and chuckled.

She grabbed a pair of jeans and fought to put them on. She hopped on one foot to the other to put the jeans on. When she finally put them on she breathed out heavily and buttoned them in the front.

"Those jeans make your ass looks fatter, change."

Miya turned to look in the camera and mugged.

"I'm going to the shop with a bunch of females. Plus I'm already taken, so they can look but can't have." Miya looked in her dresser for a shirt but when she couldn't find the one she was looking for she huffed and grabbed on her breast.

"Your going to make me beat your ass when I see you."

Miya looked at him and juggled her breast in her hands with her tongue out.

"No you're not." She squinted her eyes and looked into his background. It didn't look as though he was at a hotel, but instead at a abandoned junk yard. "Mason where are you?"

"None of your concern."

Miya arched her brow and quickly pressed the end button. "Who he think he talking to like that?"

She scoffed as she went into her room into her other dresser. She found the crop top she was looking for and placed it over her head. Miya walked back into her closet and grabbed her phone. She recalled Mason on FaceTime and watched until his face popped up.

"Why did you hang up?" He mugged into the phone. He wiped his face and Miya could see a dark maroon color stained them.

"Why do you have someone blood on your hand?" Miya arched her brow.