Bittersweet (COMPLETED)

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𝟺 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 (𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛)
𝟷𝟸:𝟹𝟽 𝙿.𝙼.
𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚐𝚘, 𝙸𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚜

"This shit is bomb as fuck," one of my clients said as she looked at her tattoo I just gave her.

"Thank you," I said.

I walked her out and as she was walking out Otis was coming in with a bouquet of flowers. I was pissed at him today because I hadn't heard from him and today just so happens to be my twenty-second birthday.

I chewed my gum clearly having an attitude with his presence.

"Are you looking for someone or are you here for a tattoo?" Jada our receptionist asked.

"Nah, I'm lookin' for somebody," he said before looking at me. "Happy birthday," he said handing me the flowers.

"This the imaginary nigga you been talkin' about?" Spence asked from the couch him and the rest of my coworkers sat on.

"You couldn't have called? Or texted?" I asked.

"If I did, this wouldn't have been a pop up," he said.

I sighed before taking the flowers from him.

"When you on lunch?" He asked.

"Right now," I replied.

"Well come on, let me take out," he said as he gripped my waist.

"Girl if you don't go wit' him, I will," Yaya another tattoo artist said.

Yaya is one of the girls who constantly tries to fit in with the group but only finds herself getting her ass beat.

"Yaya... it's smart comments like that, that get you fucked up," I said pointing my finger her direction but not looking at her.

"What is you talkin' about?! Get the stick outta yo ass, I was fuckin' playin'-"

"Bitch we not mothafuckin' friends, so I'm not the mothafucka to play wit'!" I said grabbing my phone off the counter. "You ready to go?" I asked looking up at Otis.

"Yeah," he replied.

"Get the fuck on. Cause I was really playin' but if you really wanna take it there, anything I want I get," Yaya said before I set my phone and flowers down and started running up.

Otis grabbed me before taking me out of the shop.

"Stay out here, I'll go get yo stuff," Otis said.

"I'm not stayin' out here, I want that bitch head," I said before going back into the shop.

"Stop! Don't come back in here on that!" Spence yelled.

"I just need my jacket," I said.

"A pussy hoe ain't Neva been 'bout shit-" I grabbed Yaya by her hair before banging her head into the glass window.

I punched her before Spence, Jada, Otis, and the rest of my coworkers tried to break it up.

"I'm done," I said holding my hands up in defense. "I'll be back when I'm done eating," I said calmly as I put on my jacket and grabbed my phone. "You ready baby? Cause I'm ready to get the fuck gone," I asked as I grabbed my flowers.

Otis shook his head as I walked out of the shop. We got into his car before he sped off.

"Where we 'bout to eat at?" I asked.

"You want me to pick?" He asked before I nodded.

"No, no I want Subway," I said changing my mind because I knew he was going to pick some over the top place.