Page 43 of Feeling Blue

Blue’s eyes stayed on her, doing his best to will her gaze to him. When she didn’t falter in her stride once, his stomach dropped. Even with him never having been on her bad side, he didn’t have to be told that wasn’t a place he wanted to be.

Like the inch high private eye she was, Journey followed Blue’s eyes and turned to face Forever. Since the stylist had just combed down all of that pretty hair that Forever had, she was momentarily hidden. When she finally combed it back off her forehead, Blue felt like he was in a commercial. Her stoic face was peaceful, small eyes closed, thick eyebrows perfectly arched, long slender nose, gorgeous wild freckles, and perfect pouty lips all made up the beautiful exterior of her existence.

If he’d never seen anything else that was as close to perfect as perfect could be, it was Forever. She was so rare that shealmost mimicked a unicorn for real. There was no other way to describe his girl. Her Black skin making her appear to be fake. Damn. He had it bad. So bad that he hadn’t realized he was staring until Journey’s mouth interrupted his trance.

“Where you get her from?” her tone was nasty and envious. “And since when you like dark skinned women? That’s never been your type.”

“Since I met her,” he mugged Journey nastily. “Excuse me.” He walked away and straight to the station where Forever was.

Of course, she didn’t speak or even look at him. Only opened her eyes long enough to look at her phone. When he pulled it out of her hand, she glanced in his direction but didn’t say anything. Her not freaking out or attempting to snatch it back showed her loyalty and he would have complimented her on it, but right then wasn’t the time for that.

“How you getting it?” he questioned, gaining no response. “Baby?”

Forever’s eyes went to his briefly before rolling to where Journey was still standing in the middle of the floor. She peered at her casually before going back to Blue.

“Forever, I promise.”

“It’s fine, Zurich.” She gave a fake smile, not even allowing him time to finish what he’d been about to say.

On pins and needles watching Forever get her hair finished with Journey in the same salon as them had Blue feeling a different type of discomfort. Since it had been years since he’d actually cared for someone else’s feelings more than his own, he wasn’t sure what to do. Forever hadn’t spoken one word the entire time the lady flat ironed her hair, whileJourney continued talking excessively loud in efforts to keep her presence relevant.

“It looks good,” he told Forever as she stood from the chair to check her hair in the mirror.

A pink crop top and biker shorts matching set showed off her sexy body. Expensive jewelry and a costly purse accessorized her simple outfit, while her fresh, long hair did the same. Black as night, her hair somewhat blended in with her skin, giving her a mysterious look. The only part of her glowing with the rest of the salon was the whites of her eyes and her perfect smile. Granted, Blue only got to see it when she smiled at her stylist, because she sure as hell hadn’t shown it to him.

“Since when lawyers started being this fine?”

Blue walked up behind her so that he could see himself in the mirror with her. She stared at him but said nothing as he ran his hand through her tresses.

“All the lawyers I’ve ever seen be old and ugly, never this young and sexy. They wear raggedy suits and shit, not lil’ naked outfits like yours.”

Forever snickered, but looked away until her face was straight again.

“Move, Zurich.”

He shook his head and pecked her shoulder. “Call me Blue-Blue.”

“No,” she moved away from him and went to her purse to pull her wallet out.

“Here, keep the change,” Blue handed the stylist two crisp hundred-dollar bills and smiled.

Forever stood there as if she wanted to dispute it, but stopped and thanked the lady for her hair before looking aroundto ensure she had everything and headed for the door. Blue was hot on her heels, trying to catch up with her.

“Y’all look cute,” Dylan yelled sarcastically as they passed her.

“Aren’t you his lawyer?” Journey questioned, clearly privy to the answer she was requesting.

For a moment, Blue thought Forever was going to ignore the women and continue out the door, but she surprised him and turned to face the sisters.

“Thanks,” she gave a flat smile to Dylan before glancing at Journey. “Aren’t you his ex?”

Blue sucked air through his teeth as a few other small comments could be heard from the women around them.

“For now, but Blue always comes back.”

Forever giggled. “Keep waiting on that, sweetie. Y’all have a good day.”

“I don’t have to wait. He and I both know what’s up.”

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