After discovering the truth behind her part in Richard's life Juliette returns home. They say time heals everything, but as time goes on both break more and more inside with each passing day. Everyday life without each other isn't the same, and it i...
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j u l i e t t e
"Girl, oh hell no! She did NOT say that to you!"
I look to Chris who speed walks over with me to Richard's set. For once he talked of something different than Joel's kiss for the video. There were cameras filming behind the scenes, and we tried out best to stay out of their way.
"Girl, me neither. Who the hell told her she could come here and act so entitled?!" I whisper yell, shuffling the piles of clothes on my hands as I picked up the pace. I was glad to have Chris to talk to, he's the only one besides Zabdi that likes chisme and I can come to for those things.
"I don't know why they didn't have me and Richard kiss." He comments, shaking his head as I agreed. I would much rather have Chris in a wig than this girl, whatever her name was. "And I'm a great kisser too."
"I mean, you do have a lot of experience.." I tease, making him shove me playfully as we reach the door to Richard's fitting room. Chris knocks on the door, easily making his pile aside to do so. A shirtless Richard comes to the door, and he steps aside to make room for us to answer.
"I have to wear all of this?"
"No, you have to pick." Chris explains for me, plopping his pile onto the black leather couch and I do the same. Richard sighs and undies his belt as I take a seat in a chair. "Do I have to stay now?" I chuckle, shaking my head at Chris. He leaves, and then Richard changes quickly into a couple of options before I suggest the orange one.
"This is fresh as fuck!" He compliments, and I internally stick my tongue out at the girl from earlier. See, I know what my man likes.
"Told you," I mumble, then pursing my lips as Richard frowns at me.
"I never said anything about not wearing it..." He chuckles, sliding the black pants off and slipping into the overalls as I look for the black leather shirt.
"Yes, but your little friend did." I huff, only to see him more confused.
"Girl, he's sleeping right now, I don't know what you talking 'bout."
"Geez, Richard not that friend. The little pink shawty out there." My arms cross naturally in front of me as I remember what she said earlier. "And she called you Yashel."
"That's cuz I've known her for a while," He says calmly, sensing that I am already irritated by our talk of her, even if I was the one that said something. "I met Luanna in middle school."
"LuANna, huh?"
"Mami don't get like that." Richard pouts, trying to melt away the jealousy and anger I felt but not succeeding. "Think of it like she's a friend- one of the guys."
