Thought I told you not to trust these hoes. Couples going through drastic measures to protect their Relationships and friendships. Drugs, Money, and Violence is what got them together, and can be exactly what tears them apart.
My hair was getting laced by some bitch that works for Meeka. She was handling her Biz with my hair doing some nasty designs and rows. Meeka was in the back making business calls. I was chilling until I saw a familiar face lurking outside.
Me: "Yo, hold on for a second." I jumped out of my seat. Almost creased my white and blue Diamond turfs, which went great with my Aero sweater that matched. I threw it off with some tan Levi cargo shorts.
Me: "Ayo Nigga?" I extended my arms as if I was asking why.
Dude: "Oh shit what's good blood?" He gripped my hand before pulling me into an embrace
Me: "How you been Pres?" I asked with a big smile
Pres:"I'm cooling, and you?" He smiled tightly while opening the jacket of his Armani Suit.
Me: "I'm goodie, have you heard from Bless?" I questioned
Pres: "Yeah, you want his math?" He asked me while retrieving his phone
Me: "Yeah, what you doing over this way?" I said forcefully knowing this wasn't his stomping ground.
Pres: "Tryna get back with my shorty." He told me
Me: "Where she at ?" I wondered
Pres: "In there." He nodded at the shop
Me: "Which one?" I laughed looking in the window for prospects.
Pres: "I don't even see her, She owns it though, " He looked at me and put bless number in my phone. I held my phone tight to my chest, with a silly grin on my face.
Me: "Wait, you fucking with Meeka?" I clicked my tongue angrily
Pres: "Yes it's been a while now." He smiled
Me: "Hold on." My face turned tomato red as I re-entered the shop, leaving Pres standing there smoking a cigarette. Perfect timing Meeka was on her way upfront.
Meeka: "Hey babe," She tried to kiss me , I turned my head and pulled her by her arm.
Me: "Let me chat with you," I pulled her into the back of the shop slamming the door behind us "So you fucking my nigga now?" I pushed her against the door
Meeka: "What you talking about? "She played dumb
Me: "Preston," I looked at her " My girl?"
Meeka: "Baby," She tried to explain, I gripped a steel chair near her and tossed it through the back window. "Listen to me!" She screamed
Me: "How could you, you silly bitch?" I asked "That's Angel's brother and my child's godfather."
Meeka: "I didn't know, I'm sorry." She cried
Me: "Keep your fucking legs close," I shook my head "You know it's a wrap right?" I laughed
Meeka: "Chubby stop please." She gripped my arm I shooked her off
Me: "I'll be gone before you get home." I walked out of the salon paying no mind to my hairdresser. I left Preston standing there confused.
