Barbershop

Barbershop

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Mike's barbershop been the spot ever since he opened it a year ago. Folks come through for fresh fades, good vibes, and plenty of tea-no exceptions. Mya? She always in the corner, books out, studying hard while her big brother keep the clippers buzzin'. But when Jordan-smooth, cocky, and fine as hell-catch sight of Mya back from college, all grown and glowing, he can't help but try his luck. Problem is, Mya got a man at home. He stable, he steady... but boring. And maybe, just maybe, Mya been craving somethin' more. In this soulful, raw, and funny story, love, temptation, and ambition collide where life happens best-at the barbershop. Will Mya keep it clean, or is she about to risk it all for a taste of excitement? AI was given majority writing rights! See if you like.
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(This story is very cheesy) For Mature Audience. 1987 Calabasas, California She inhaled sharply, crossing her leg over the other. With a raise of her brows, she smiled. "Do you like bein' a bodyguard?" He glanced at her through the corner of his eye. His arms folded over his chest. "Yeah-It pays good." The back of his head was against the head of the couch. His dimpled chin was up in the air. Upward his lidded eyes drifted. "Do you like bein' a director's wife?" He mumbled, bringing his hand up. He brushed a few loose coils of hair away from his face. The floor shot into her view. A sharp exhale flew out of her mouth. "I-Uh-Nice-It's nice," she stammered. Her head nodded along to her words. "Nice?" Her brows shot up, she strained a grin. "Nice." Suddenly her lips were forced into a slight frown. A crease formed between her brows. She shook her head slightly. "I'm sorry. I'm not no good with words," she sighed. "No, I'm sorry I asked that. That was a real' stupid question." "It wasn't stupid. Nobody's ever asked me that before," she said through a forced laugh. 'Nice,' she repeated to herself. ⓒ 2025 All Rights Reserved

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