A Fifty Shades Fan-fiction!
Destiny Langston has dealt with nothing but heartbreak her entire life, but she never let that define her as a person. After one incident during Christmas, she vowed to never let another man into her fragile heart, but th...
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Grace had called me up a few days later and invited me to a charity banquet tonight and I assured her that I would be there, which made her overly excited, especially when she found out that Christian and I were back together. She said she knew that we'd work things out and that she was happy for the both of us, which made me happy as well. I swear, she was the sweetest woman ever and Christian was lucky to have her in his life.
"I don't have a ball gown or anything." I stressed, going through my closet. "What the hell am I going to wear? Oh my God...what am I going to do with my hair? This can't be happening!"
"Baby calm down." Christian voice, wrapping his arms around me from behind. "I know a salon I can take you to, and you don't need to worry about a dress. I'll take care of all of it, so just relax." I took a deep breath, nodding my head, as I turned around and faced him. I'm not sure why I had just freaked out the way I did, but thankfully he didn't seem to mind my psychotic episode.
"I guess I should get dressed then." I grabbed a pair of jeans and a crop top sweater, walking out of my now messy closet, and heading into the bathroom. "This salon...do they know how to do my type of hair?"
"I'm pretty sure, yeah. I've seen some of the women come out of this salon and trust me...you'll look great."
"Okay. I trust you." I said, as I went to get dressed.
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Christian and I entered the salon, which was packed and busy, and also filled with nothing but white people. That made me nervous, seeing as how I didn't trust just anyone doing my hair, and it was clear that this salon didn't have a lot of black clients. Christian walked around me and approached a woman, who looked as if she could be the owner, but I wasn't too sure. I stood there awkwardly, looking around, as a few of the women gave me dirty looks. If only they knew...I'd air this bitch out! They better find something or someone else to look at. I shook my head, feeling my irritability rising, as I looked back at Christian who was approaching a blonde haired woman. At first, I couldn't see her face, but when I finally got a glimpse of her...I damn near flipped my shit. No the fuck he didn't bring me to this bitch's salon, knowing damn well that I didn't like her! Oh...oh, he wanted me to knock everything over in this bitch! Okaayy!
I took a deep breath, watching as they both looked over at me, and judging by her facial expression...she wasn't too happy to see me. Oh trust me, bitch. The feeling is mutual. I turned and stormed out of the salon, feeling the anger rise up in my body, as I stood there and tried to calm myself down.
"Destiny." I turned around, watching as Christian approached me.
"Why would you bring me here? Why would you bring me here, knowing how I feel about that bi-" I stopped mid-sentence, trying to keep it cute and calm, but I was failing miserably.
"Our relationship ended years ago, baby. We're just friends now and business partners."
"Relationship? Ha! Abusing, seducing, and taking advantage of a disturbed teenager isn't my ideal of a relationship! And judging by how she was looking at you, she wants her young toy back!" I snapped.
