Page 6 of I Found Love

She didn’t know me so I allowed her to slide with calling me a bitch. Plus, I knew that was how people talked when they were telling a story.

“But yeah, I didn’t expecthimto be my neighbor let alone the boyfriend of the girl that I’d paid a deposit to do my hair.” She shook her head. “But hell, I heard she did good installs and I knew that nigga fucked good. Hell I wasn’t trying to make him mine, just have a good time here and there, you know?” She paused and waited for me to reply but when she realized I wasn’t she continued. “Anyway, while she was braiding me down, she saw him texting me and went crazy. She snatched my phone and started going through our messages and shit. It was crazy. I tussled with her a little to get my phone back and got the fuck out of there. Her nigga came right the fuck over there to check on me too.”

It took everything in me not to scoff when she said that. A lot of people vented when they came in the salon. I engaged sometimes but there were times I didn’t because not everyone wanted a response, some just wanted a listening ear. This woman, however, was bragging. I didn’t like it or her ass. I had already made a mental note to never do her hair again because I might fuck around and burn her ass on purpose or something.

“But yes, you’re saving me girl,” she started again. “I’m going to the auditions for Chez and HulksI Love Bad Bitchesvideo shoot when I leave here and wanted to look my best because I heard Chez would be there himself. That man is everything. Talented, fine, paid… whew.”

I smirked as I listened. I wasn’t the least bit worried about my nigga engaging with her ass because not only did he have our child there with him, he had me and I was all he needed for anything, but it was the principle. She’d brought her ass up here to my damn salon to do her hair to look good formynigga, aftertelling me how she was proudly messing with her neighbor’s man.

I hurried and finished her hair up, deciding to continue to remain silent as I did. I was glad that she was my last head because I was going right up to that studio and sitting in on the auditions with him.

“Where you going?” Sam asked.

“The Barracks,” I answered. “Want to come?”

She glanced at me and smiled. “What are you up to?”

“Nothing.” I chuckled. “Why’d you ask that?”

“Because if you’re going to The Barracks, you’re going to see Chez. Why would you want me to come?”

I shrugged. “Just asking. I have to go get Nai.”

“Bitch no.” She grinned. “What happened?”

“That bitch that was just in my chair is going to audition for his video and she said he’d be overseeing them personally and so will I.”

“Wait, what?” Her brows dipped. “You know her?” I shook my head then gave her the rundown of the story that she’d just told me. “Yes, I want to go. But, Yaya, you know Chez doesn’t want that girl.” She laughed.

“Duh.” I playfully rolled my eyes. “But I will be letting her ass know that he’sverytaken and this ain’t the situation with her neighbors. I will beat her ass to death behind mine.”

“Okay! And Iwilljump in. I don’t care if you’re winning. Bitch is as good as jumped.”

We high fived and laughed as we made our way out of the salon. She still drove her own car so that I didn’t have to bring her back to get it after we left Sanchez’s place.

We arrived in about twenty minutes and headed inside. Sanchez had purchased the space next door to The Barracks, demolished the wall that separated them and had renovations done so that he could utilize the space for whatever he needed.

There were two more recording studios on that side as well as a space they used to hold auditions for the videos,whenthey did auditions.

Sometimes they had people submit videos or they scouted talent from studios or backup dancers, but Sanchez liked to give the locals a chance to get on as well.

“Hey, Jionne,” I spoke to his assistant when I entered the space he had set up for Nairobi. She helped us out a lot by watching her when he recorded and I liked her. She was very professional and nice, willing to do anything to help Sanchez out.

“Hey, Kenya.” She glanced up from her iPad when she heard my voice. “Hey, Sam.”

“Hey, girl.” Sam waved.

We walked over to Nai’s pack and play where she was fast asleep.

“She’s been on go all day,” Jionne said. “She literally just fell asleep.”

I smiled as I caressed my baby’s fat cheek.

“Where’s Sanchez?” I glanced back at her and she pointed.

“Auditions.”

Nodding, I stood and started for the door. “I’ll be to get her shortly.”

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