𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄.

𝟎𝟒

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𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀 𝐌. 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍
𝘊𝘜𝘉𝘈𝘕 🉐

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"Treat me like white tees, don't get me dirty— Hollon wait bitch that feel good." I groaned as Zaybo massaged my scalp with conditioner.

"Hold yo head back, damn." He grumbled.

I laughed.

He always did this when I took out my wigs. I would make him wash and blow dry my hair and he would have a attitude the whole time.

He do a good job though.

"You ever wish you was born with natural straight hair? Like bitch— corvette corvette—"

"Aria." He stopped massaging my scalp making me frown.

"Why would you stop?"

"Cuh, you talking too much. Niggas already pose to be at the studio."

"Nope. You ain't doing nigga shit with your nigga friends. It's Aria and Zaybo day today so suck it up."

He smacked his teeth.

"Ouu— right there." I maneuvered his fingers around my hair.

He turned the hot water on, running it through my wavy, long hair.

"You need to let yo hair breathe some more." He looked down at me.

"I am."

He finished washing my hair now he was blow drying it.

"You gotta comb it while you doing it." I frowned.

"I been doing this for years, fuck up." He was getting irritated making me bust out laughing.

After he was done, he moisturized my scalp with my hair oil.

"You gone flat iron my hair too?" I smiled.

"You asking for too much." He went in the bathroom and got my flat irons.

...

"Surprise, shawty!" I waved my hair around. "You the Arrogant Tae to my Ari." I jumped on him.

"You so light." He hoisted me up.