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-1 week later
Chris

"No, 'dis is all wrong. I asked for a black couch, red pillows, black vases, red roses. Where's Yasmine? Yasmine!?"

"Yes?" She exhaled loudly

"Yes?" She exhaled loudly

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(Pictured: Yasmine)

"Where's the receipt to the furniture order?"

"Right here" she took it off her clipboard "What's wrong?"

"They sent everything in the wrong color." My eyes skimmed the receipt

"What you mean?"

"I got blue and yellow furniture sitting outside my shop. I specifically asked for everything red, white, and black. How the hell they get that confused?"

"Calm down before you bust a vein." She chuckled "I'll take care of it, you need a drink of water...or a shot of Patron." She mumbled, taking the receipt

Yasmine's been my friend since high school, she came to Atlanta with me and is now my business partner. She handles the small things and paper work, I'm the owner of course.

In case you're wondering, no we've never dated or fucked. Yas is more "accustomed to her own kind" for a better use of words. But if you still don't understand, she likes pussy.

"Alright, they should have the right furniture here by tomorrow morning. Did you finish painting the last room?"

"Thanks, Yas. Yeah, just gotta' take the tape down."

"All the wires fixed?"

"Yeah. You know, I'm starting to feel like you're the boss." I chuckled, wiping my sweaty forehead with my shirt

"Just helping you keep track. Third Eye is all yours and will be open for business in 6 weeks." She smiled, looking around the semi empty building

"Yup...we really doing it." I wrapped my arm around her shoulder

"Yup, you really need a bath." She pinched her nose, moving away

"I ain't that bad" I laughed, grabbing my phone from my pocket

"You right, it's worse."

I sucked my teeth, fanning her off. "Mario said him and da' guys going out for drinks. You down?" I read the text message out loud to her

"Nah, the wife wanted me home an hour ago."

"And that is why I'll never get married. Y'all both women and you still got a curfew." I shook my head

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