"Your still a stranger and I thanked you what else do you want from me. To suck your dick or sumth'?" I asked watching a small grin forming at his lips.
The grip on the steering wheel tightens.
"Might as well since I saved your ass twice and your sh...
After spraying a customers hair she thanked and handed me the money. I smiled when she then handed 30 dollars in tip.
I thanked her again and with a sincere smile and averted my eyes through the front of the salon.
A car that I recognized was parked up at the front for an hour now.
"Why you looking like that?" Chloe asked walking over to me with a concerned look.
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My eyes ran over her for a minute before I smirked winking her way.
"Is it just me or is you booty growing?" I asked checking around the back as she poked it out.
"You definitely that bitch!" I cheered raising my hand in the air.
"Foeva and always. Speaking of that word, Odell's cheating ass gave me some bomb ass head last night. It put me right to sleep" she said with a smirk and I laughed.
"Why am I not surprised?"
"Girl stop judging if you had a nigga that knew your mind and heart you'd be doing the same damn thing" she said patting my booty.
After a few more minutes I decided to leave the salon and walk across the street to the car.
I knocked on the window and it rolled down revealing a smirking Arthur.
"You cannot be serious. So you stalking me now?. Don't yo ass have anything better to do dude?" I asked and he shrugged.
"Come in" he said and with a huff I did just that ;opening the door and slipping inside.
"Did you think about what I said?" He asked opening a wrapper with a red gum.
"I been told you I don't fuck white dudes" I said watching him toss the gum in his mouth before humming.
"I know who you are by the way I did my research. Apparently you rich daddy some producer or something like that. He's in London so why your ass all the way out in new York?" I asked.
"So you've been thinking about me?" He asked with a grin.
Yes.
"No" I denied as flashbacks clouded my mind.
Last night I looked him up and Google for a few minutes.
My thighs pressed against each other the entire time.
"Right....."
"Did you think about me?" I asked checking him out, not being discreet at all.
He chucked before motioning his finger for me to lean over.
I swallowed an invisible lump in my throat before leaning in to take a whiff of his expensive cologne.
"Come to my apartment and you'll find out" he whispered.
