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It was something about her voice that rang a bell. I looked her over and still couldn’t my finger on it. She took her time with the hot towel on his face before focusing on his beard and mustache. I needed all that shit she was doing to him. When the nigga got out the chair, he gave her hug and peeled off three blue hundred. She stuffed it in her bra and cleaned the chair out for me. I could tell she was nervous around me, but I didn’t understand why.

“What you trying to get?” She rolled me around to the mirror and looked at through the glass. The two small hearts on her throat stood out to me. I stared at her for a moment before she asked me again.

“Just take some off the top and clean me up. I want that shit you just did to him did to my face too.”

She leaned over to get her clippers, and I got a whiff of her perfume. It was the scent the woman wore that I was with a few nights ago. She looked different. That night she must have had a wig on because now she was a complete blonde with pretty curly hair. She looked even better than the night I was with her. Now that I could see the natural beauty she didn't need any makeup.

“Do I know you?” I asked her with my eyes squinted, still staring at each other in the mirror.

“I doubt it.”

“Nah, trust me I know you a little better than you would like to admit.” She looked around to make sure no one heard me. “You left a nigga in the bed like my dick was trash.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she cleaned her clippers.

“You got a nice ass tattoo right above your kitty of a butterfly. I know that because I stared at it for a while.

She cut the clippers off and placed them back on the counter. “I can’t do this. I need to get some air.” She took off to the back of the barbershop, leaving me in the chair with the cape on.

“Does she have an office or some shit back there?” I asked one of the guys that was cutting hair a few chairs down.

“Yea, but you can’t go back there,” he told me.

“Says who? You? Nigga please,” I laughed.

I got up and walked to the back and found my way around until I came to a locked door.

“Aye, nigga. I don’t know what the fuck you trying to do but we don’t be with the bullshit ‘round here. Fuck you want with her?” A nigga stopped me in my tracks.

“Nigga, who are you? Are you her nigga?” I looked his ass up and down.

She must have heard us getting loud because she opened the door and was shocked to see us.

“It’s cool, cuz.”

“You sho?” He asked for confirmation.

“I’m good.”

“Aight.”

“You better get some better niggas to protect you. I could’ve broke that nigga down right here in the hallway.”

“What do you want? It was a one-night stand. Nothing too serious.”

“What's your name?” I pushed my way in and closed the door behind me.

“Blessyn.”

“I’m Larry but everyone knows me as Lucky.” I held my hand out for her to shake it. “I never had a woman run out on me. It’s good to know the woman that didn’t rob me blind.”

“I don’t have a reason to take from you. I got my own,” she stared at me as she shook my hand.

She was so fly. Her mouth was smart which had my dick getting semi-hard.

“So, this your shop?” I walked around admiring her office.

“All mine.”