Page 54 of Love's Most Wanted
Her hairstylist had come halfway through to start on her hair, and we worked seamlessly together.
Sometimes I would run into hairstylists who had attitudes or didn’t know how to work with other people, so I was thankful I didn’t have to show my ass a little in front of what I hoped would be a repeat client.
Once I was finished, I started to pack up my things, happy that Rina loved her makeup and said I would for sure be her go-to from now on. I needed this type of client more than she even knew.
“Excuse me, Mrs. Tate. I have a delivery for Miss Kabrina.” The housekeeper stood in the doorway of the vanity room, making me turn around due to what she’d just said.
“For me? Here?” I frowned, and no one, not Rina nor her hairstylist, stylist, or assistant, said anything.
After a moment of hesitation, I met the housekeeper at the mouth of the vanity room to take the big ass vase of yellow roses, the small Van Cleef bag, and then a bag from Diana’s Mexican food.
“Ooh, I see a card.” Rina simpered, and I was surprised she wasn’t upset about me having a damn delivery at her home.
“I am so sorry about this. I swear I do not know who this is from.” I set everything on the nearby table, locating the card Rina had mentioned.
“Well, let us know because someone likes you or loves you,” the stylist stated. He was an older gay man who was very flamboyant.
Ignoring him, I stared down at the card to see this was all from Unique.
Good luck, love, even though you don’t need it. - Unique.
I read it again, angry but also flattered, if that was even possible. I was pissed off that he wasn’t listening to me and leaving me alone. I was even angrier that he was trying to make me be something I was extremely against and had voiced to him. But at the same time, this was the sweetest thing anyone in my life had ever done for me. It was second to him being my caretaker while I went through an abortion, but still.
AJ never cared about my career, which didn’t bother me while I was with him, but in hindsight, it very much so did. When I discussed any endeavors I had, he would congratulate me and then change the subject. He hadn’t done it purposely; he just didn’t give a fuck.
My aunts also didn’t really care because, just like my mother, they were extremely self-serving now that I was an adult, and nothing mattered outside of themselves. I still loved them, however, because they were the only family I had.
By saying that, Unique doing this for me brought about a reaction no one probably expected. I quickly dabbed my eyes so the tears wouldn’t fully form and then slipped the white card into the back pocket of my jeans.
“Well? I hate being in suspense.” Rina reminded me that I was in a room with other people.
“Just a friend is all,” I lied… or no, it was the truth. Unique was just a friend.
“Right.” Rina shot her stylist a look as if she knew something I didn’t.
“Well, if there isn’t anything else, I should go.” I grabbed my things.
“Nope, you’re good. Unless you want to attend my party?”
“I would love to, but I have a long and early day come tomorrow,” I fibbed. I wasn’t in the mood to party. Unique’s gesture had brightened and dampened my mood all in one go.
“Okay, well, Frank will walk you out and pay you.” Rina nodded to a big man almost completely filling the door. “My husband.” She smiled.
“Oh. Okay.” I nodded and walked toward him. He looked scary until his face broke into a soft smile.
He escorted me out into the driveway, assisted me with getting all my shit into the car, and then handed me an envelope that looked way too thick to be the five hundred dollars I told Rina I charged.
“She wanted to pay you what you usually charge plus a tip,” he said when I frowned upon peering into the white envelope.
“Oh my gosh. Tell her thank you so much, and if she ever needs her makeup done, I don’t care how last minute, I will take care of her,” I said.
“Will do. Have a good evening.” Frank turned around to walk back into the house.
Once I was able to snap out of the shock she’d had me in, I smiled widely, then slid into my car. I was going to treat myself to a steak dinner tomorrow. I would’ve today, but I wanted to eat this Diana’s that had my stomach growling just from the smell.
Too hungry to pull off, I opened the container to see the hard-shell chicken tacos with extra cheese, my favorite. How Unique knew this, I wasn’t really sure because I was certain I’d never told his ass.
After scarfing down two of the three and drinking some of my soda, I pulled off, choosing to finish the rest when I got home. Once out on the road, I dialed him.
