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I giggled "what happened now?"
"He just threatened to cancel my credit card" Beverly scoffed "I know that light skinned bitch is behind it too."
"What made him to almost cancel your credit card" I put the last product on the shelf.
"He got mad at me because I said I wasn't coming with him to Los Vegas. He got to understand that I have a job & I live with my mama. I can't be using up my sick days like that."
I raised in eyebrow in suspicion " is that all?"
She looked guilty for a moment before speaking up "I kinda told that i'll fuck his homies if he keeps playing games with me."
I laughed "seriously?"
"He play too much like for real."
"Just move on girl."
"I can't, that dick too good" she pouted & looked down.
I immediately fell to the ground & laughed my ass off "BITCH!"
She laughed along "girl, I don't know what to feel anymore."
Once I calmed down a bit, I sat in the salon chair beside hers "Michael wants us to be together forever."
She rolled her eyes "ah shit, I knew this was happening."
"What's that suppose to mean?"
"The more you hang out with that nigga, the more he falls for you hard. He's starting to fall in love with yo ass, im telling you."
"He did say, we want us to have a future together."
"Fuck, that means he wants to marry you!"
I scoffed "Beverly I doubt that."
"When a man say "I want us to have a future together". That means he wants marriage, kids, sex, long nights & sweet talks. And you ain't prepared for all that girl."
I shook my head somewhat agreeing with what she say "I do feel the same about him but im not ready for the marriage part."
"Tell him, I think he'll understand. Besides you got his ass wrapped around your little finger."
I giggled "I guess I do."
"Do you have a backup plan if your salon goes down?"
I frowned "don't say that, my salon is doing good & its going to get better once I get popular enough. I'll travel across the world & style hair. I can make millions or possible billions. I'm gon' be a rich bitch!"
"No, we gon' be rich bitches" she corrected.
"Therefore, you'll be able to leave that slutty ass job you got & do your own thing."
"You know this salon brings out a whole another bitch in you especially after that little incident at that party. You've been real bold & gangsta like" she squinted her eyes "I don't like it. I miss my geeky, nerdy best friend. I don't like this prissy bold bitch I'm seeing."
Damn, that's some strong feelings but unfortunately she's right. I let mrs. diana get the best of me. Basically changed me almost completely. For now on, I'll be unbothered to all bullshit.
"Your right Beverly, I guess Diana got into my head a little too much."
"You know what that is right?" She smirked "that's that "keep your eyes, hands, nose, & body off my man" instinct kicking in. Don't let that old bitch think she can weaken you."
"I wonder why Michael didn't tell me about her in the first place?"
"Probably because you was giving him "shy school girl vibes". Mama red got you fucked up like that."
"Oh please" I chuckled "you act like you wasn't soft at one point of time."
"I ain't gonna lie I was soft but I learned to be tough & strong once I got out in them streets. My mama told me to not trust no bitch or nigga. That's when I started to learn from the streets."
