Cassie + Saint = Basketball 🏀?
(Yeah...I'm not good at descriptions so just read and find out...😉) also I'm splitting this book into two parts. Y'all gon see why. It's a looooooong book.
(COMPLETED)
Saint Smith Wednesday, 11:15am "I never braided a celebrities hair before. I'm shaking, trying not to fuck up the braid." The girl chuckled.
"Nah it's okay ma...take ya time. Just think of me as a nobody. That shit work all the time." I laughed.
"Ugh...I'm trying...my little brother is obsessed with you. He gone trip when I tell him you, Saint Smith walked into my lil ass hair shop." She sighed, unraveling one of my braids and starting it over.
"You got anything you want me to sign for him?" I asked.
"Really?!" She exclaimed.
"Yeah mamas...just pass me a marker when you finished with the braid you on." I chuckled.
"Okay...your done." She squeaked, walking in front of me to see what the braids looked like from the front.
Her titties was all in my face and the way her thigh was rubbing against me was making me a luh hard. Wasn't gone lie. But, I wasn't gone cheat on Vanessa again. I was trying to cut back on that.
She turned me around in the mirror showing me what I looked like.
"You fuck with it?" She asked.
"Hell yeah shawty. This fire. How much?" I asked pulling out my wallet.
"Free." She smiled.
"Free?! Nah, nah how much I owe you?" I asked.
"Only 25 dollars." She sighed.
"Aight, here's 30. Keep the 5. You did ya thing." I winked, handing her a 20 and a 10. "Another thing I ain't catch ya name."
"Lana." She smiled.
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"Aight Lana." I smiled, biting my lip.
"Oh wait, I need to give you this to sign for my brother." She said in realization.
I watched as she walked in the back room. A few moments later she came back with a slip of paper.
"I don't have anything of his. All I could find was a paper." She sighed, handing me the paper and a marker.
I wrote my name on the paper with a star next to it. I was still working on my autograph style and I think I fucked with this one the most.
"Thank you so much." She smiled. "Can I get a video?"
"Yeahhh of course." I smiled back.
She pulled out her phone taking a video of the two of us. Putting a filter over it, she captioned it "met my mcm @saintsmithofficiall!" and posted it to her Instagram story.
"Aight ima be back in like a week to get these re-braided. Take care." I waved, leaving her shop.
My team stood there outside waiting for me to get in the limo. I had a bunch of other shit to do today and getting my hair braided was just one of them.
