𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖶𝖮𝖱𝖲𝖳

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"Why would y'all think I was fuckin' wit him? If you fuckin' wit him why would I be fuckin' wit him? I'm fuckin' wit HIM." Najah spoke putting Boogie in the camera.

"Girl give my shit." He spoke snatching his phone back. "See when i'm tryna be nice... there you go." She shook her head.

"You tryna get me caught up n some mo shit what's nice 'bout det?"

"We don't fuck wit each other so how you gone get caught up?"

"You ain't hear what you just said? Muhfuckas gone take det shit n run wit it Najah."

"Oh" She shrugged "I'm deletin' det shit."

"Ion care."

This exactly why i'm not nice to his weird ass now. Bet I won't ever try again.

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Najah had some clients today so she had to wake up kinda early. She had a hangover but she still made it to work on time.

She only had three clients and she'd finished two already and was waiting on her last one.

While she sat and waited her door opened so she looked up.

Boogie was standing there with some flowers and a smile on his face. Najah mugged him then took the flowers out his hand.

"Aww I know that's right." She smiled realizing it was money wrapped around the roses. "Thanks Boogie"

"You welcome, you ready to go?"

"Go where? I'm tired and really hung over I honestly don't feel good right now."

"Next time?"
"Maybe. Imma think about it."

"Youn gotta worry 'bout yo next client tho."

"Why?"

"It's me, ion wear wigs tho so ion need my hair done."

"Yes you do, sit down n lemme braid your hair for you real quick. Well it's not gone be quick but still."

"Ian see det on yo site yeen finna fuck me up."

"Nigga sit down yo hair look nappy as fuck i'm tryna do you a favor."

Boogie side eyed her then sat in the chair to get his hair washed. Najah put the cape around him then started washing his hair.

When she looked down Boogie's eyes were closed then he opened then so she stopped looking at him.

"What Boogie?"

"Nun"
"You needa take care of your hair better."

"Who gone do it? Cs i'm not."

"Do you even wash it? If you do I can't tell this shit looks a mess."

"Why wouldn't I wash mt hair Najah?"

"Don't know"

She continued to wash his hair until she was satisfied with how it looked. From the texture and curl pattern he had Najah figured it'd be kinda easy to do his hair.

"No reason that just took damn near an hour of my time. Thick ass hair."

"You offered so don't complain na."

"Bet i'll never offer you shit else."

2 hours later she had finished braiding his hair into plats. She put mousse on his hair and sat him under the dryer the oiled his scalp.

"See now you look clean. All you need is a haircut to make it look cleaner."

"Preciate you. Imma come get you next weekend, ite?"