I walked in, and there was hair packages laid out all over the front desk–everything from Remy and Brazilian to a lot more. I thought I was coming over here to help do something real quick, but this looked like it was going to take hours. The hair still had to be sorted, prices still had to get sealed on the hair, and a new sales paper had to be printed out since new hair had just came in.
“We got to sort all this shit out tonight?” I whined, setting my purse down on the counter.
“Imani stop, everything is already done, we just got to hang the rest of this up,” Breesha said, throwing a few packages of Remy hair my way. I sucked my teeth and did what I had to do. After another hour of getting everything together in the shop, we headed out and decided to go to TGI Friday’s for dinner.
For a Thursday night, it was pretty crowded in the restaurant. I went ahead and gave the host my name and told her there were three in our party, and we waited to be called. There was a game on TV, so no wonder why the place was filled like this. Fifteen minutes later, they called my name and walked us to our booth. I was so damn hungry right then. The waitress came and took our orders and I ordered my usual, the Cajun shrimp and chicken pasta. I swear, that was all that I ate from there.
After she took our order, a group of dudes walked in the restaurant. They all looked like some bosses, but there was one that stood out to me, though. His whole demeanor was perfect. He was light brown-skinned with a pair of light brown eye to match. He had on a blue Nautica snapback, and was wearing a red and blue Nautica polo shirt with a pair of navy blue Nautica shorts, slightly hanging of his ass. On his feet was a pair of red and blue Sperry’s. Oh my God, he was so damn fine! He reminded me of the singer August Alsina, but he was way more attractive. Never in my life have I came in contact with someone as sexy and perfect as him. I’m calling this man perfect, but I didn’t even know his damn name. I didn’t know anything about him, but I knew that I wanted to talk to him. Shit, he was too fine to just pass up on. Damn, but what if he thought I was too young for him? He looked like the type that liked those thick bitches with fake asses and fake breasts. What if he was turned off by my small figure? Here I am judging this man, and I don’t know shit about his ass. It wasn’t that I was insecure, hell I knew I was fine, but he looked older than me and I didn’t think that he would want to mess around with my young ass.
“Don’t look now bitch, but guess who just came in the door?” Nae said, nudging Breesha in the arm.
Not listening to what Nae said, Breesha looked up and her mouth dropped, and she looked like she was about to piss on herself. I didn’t know which one she was looking at, but I was praying that she wasn’t talking about my future man. Breesha quickly put her head back down, and continued to do whatever it was that she was doing on her phone.
“What is he doing now?” Breesha asked, still with her head down.
“They too busy looking at the screen, you good. He didn’t see you,” Nae told her.
“Which one are you talking about?” I asked, confused.
“The one with the red polo shirt on,” Nae told me.
I looked real quick, and I had to admit that he was fine. I was just glad they weren’t talking about the one that I was feeling.
“How you know him, Breesha? And why you hiding from him?” I asked.
“I met him that night Nae and I went to the club, and he gave me his number and I never called him,” Breesha responded.
“Oh shit, he’s looking this way,” Nae said, looking at dude from her peripheral.
“Don’t play like that,” Breesha said, looking like her ass was about to have a damn heart attack.
“I’m dead ass serious, he coming over here too,” Nae laughed, and I looked back and sure enough, dude was coming our way.
Chapter 5: Dontae
I had to do a double take because I knew that wasn’t my future wife sitting over there at the table. She didn’t even give a nigga a call when I gave her red ass my number. I knew she was trying to avoid eye contact with a nigga, but I saw her lil ass over there already. How the fuck was I not going to see her little fine ass over there? Even though her hair was styled different, I still recognized her That night when I saw her in the club, she was wearing it in a short bob and now tonight, she had her real hair flowing down her back with a part down the middle, and I swear she looked even better than the last time that I saw her. I was never able to get in contact with her, because my cocky ass only put my number in her phone because I knew that she was going to call. This girl was giving a nigga a run for his money, because I should have saved her damn number too.
I told my niggas that I would be back as I made my way over to my girl. Yeah that’s right, she may not know it yet, but I bet I would have her fine ass calling me daddy in no time. I could see her fine ass now, laying in my bed waiting for a nigga to come home after a long ass day of working. I could see her little ass walking around, barefoot and pregnant, carrying a nigga’s babies. In life, you had to be real confident, and I was very confident that would be my pussy sooner than later.
“Damn lil mama, that’s how we doing it?” I asked her as soon as I approached their table. I wasn’t worried about her trying to play me in front of her girls either, because they knew just as much as I did that her ass wanted me too.
“Hey Dontae,” she said, looking up from her phone. She stared me in my eyes and I swear her ass was so damn fine.
“Whatever happened to calling a nigga?” I asked her, admiring her sexy ass. She was trying to sit there and act shy, but I knew damn well that was just a front. She knew as well as I knew that her ass wasn’t shy for shit! Not after the way I had her nipples poking the other night that she saw me. She didn’t know what to say, and
I knew she was uncomfortable having this conversation with me in front of her girls.
“Come outside with me for a minute,” I told her.
She gave me a quizzical look before she stood up and told her girls that she would be back. When she stood up, I grabbed her around her waist and placed her in front of me. Point blank period, she was the shit and she wasn’t even trying to be. She was wearing a pair of denim, skintight Robin jeans, and a white YSL shirt, with a pair of white Giuseppe pumps on her feet. Even in her heels, she was nowhere near being my height.
When we got outside, she stood on the sidewalk with her arms folded and a little pout on her face. There was nobody out there but us two. Everybody was inside trying to watch the damn game.
“Why you playing games with a nigga? You said you was gon’ call me, why you didn’t do that?” I asked, gently taking her hands apart and putting them at her side. I swear, if she was my girl, I would take her ass to the corner somewhere and fuck away all that anger that she had right then, but I knew if I so much as tried to grab her ass that she would probably knock my ass out. I swear, if she allowed a nigga just to put the tip in, her ass would be begging me to marry her.
“You look like you come with way too much baggage. The type that’ll have bitches at my neck because I’m fuckin with you,” she said, dead ass serious.
I had to laugh at her comment. She was the jealous type, I already could tell. I liked that though, I thought it was cute. I stepped up close to her, invading her personal space.