Hey, girlfriends! I'm back again and this week I've got some juicy gossip for you! Honey, I was minding my business and laughing at Belinda's tales about her antics. And guess who walks through those lovely glass doors...Black!
Angel's fine, sexy, gorgeous, black, hot, magnificent, sensual, exquisite, and did I say sexy? husband! Whew! But don't get me wrong...you wouldn't catch me fooling with him, he ain't my type. He's a straight up ho! But that don't stop that sexy, mutha-shut-yo-mouth from being so F-I-N-E! Mmm, mmm, mmm! The way those muscles bulge from that t-shirt! Whew! And then he wear them dark, Ray-Bans! You can't see nothing, but you know he looking at ya with those sexy, slanted brown eyes of his. Them eyes always look like they ready to tear something up. Somebody bring me a fan, because I'm having erotic Fan-Ta-Sies about him!
Anyway, he walks in and the first and only person he greets is Kianna! I seen the way they was eying each other, even if nobody else did. Then he didn't call her Kianna, he called her Ki-Ki, like they're on an intimate basis or something. To make matters worse? She calls him, Big Sexy!
Now here's the kicker, my station is right there behind Kianna's. So, when he walks by he calls himself whispering to her, but I heard that slick ass comment he made. She asked him what's going on, and he whispers, "You L’sexy, with that short skirt on. You betta watch yourself, girl."
What I wanna know is what she betta be watching? What he plan on doing to her that she needs to watch out for? Hmpph, both of 'em ain't nothing but a coupla hoes! I wouldn't trust either of 'em right in my face, let alone behind my back. But that's my perspective and Ty's perspective ain't neva flawed, girlfriend.
And either Angel aint' too bright, or she like playing the role of boo-boo the fool. In the midst of these two flirting, she actually gon' turn her back on 'em. But, this jackass gon' have the nerve to blow a kiss at Kianna, right there in the shop with everybody watching. Problem was nobody was watching, because they was too busy tryna act like Black don't exist. Can't nobody in that shop stand him, cuz of how he treats Angel. But, you bet your silky ass Vickie's ladies, that I was watching.
I seen how Kianna smiled at him when he did it and winked her eye, too. Now to top it off he gon' go over there and kiss Angel after all that. And what'd she do? Kiss his slimy ass back. I wouldn't kiss them lips with my fist. Ain't no telling where they been. Cuz dogs that lay down with other dogs sho' get up with fleas.
Anyhoo, they stepped out the salon to have a private talk. But then she came back in the salon fired up and tried to play it off. But, honey, I seen the way she slammed his car door and came barreling back into the shop, like someone lit her ass on fire. And Kianna didn't make it no better, smiling and smirking at her the way she was. Angel didn't pay her no mind though. I gotta give her that one, she went right back to her client and kept clocking them dollars.
Now, I've been called a shit-starter a time or two. But, the way I played it today, I must admit I feel a little guilty. Really, it wasn't my fault. Business had slowed down, and Belinda and Darla had gone to lunch. Mrs. O had the day off and we had a few clients on the hair side. Kianna turned the radio up and switched it from jazz to R&B, like she usually does when Mrs. O, or B.A.D. are gone.
Honey, our jam was on and the next thang you know, me and Kianna bumping and grinding and cranking out the lyrics of Keyshia Cole, Missy Elliott's, and Lil' Kim's, Let It Go. Angel was sitting watching us and chilling and then I opened up my mouth. Yes, I said it and I meant it and I hoped she caught a clue. I said, "These women be killing me getting mad because they man won’t stay at home. If they take good care of what they got, they wouldn’t be chasing us."
And then Kianna decides to prance around Angel singing that song. That was the kickoff of the stuff that happened later. And when I say drama got out of control, honey, I mean it.
That's what led to the scandal that almost cost Ms. O, her salon. But if you wanna know more, you gotta go support my girl Chelle and get book 1 in The House of BeJeweled series, BeJeweled: The Flight of an Angel.
Anyhoo, I gots to go clock some dollars of my own. These divas lining up at my chair, waiting for Ty's magic fingers to work a miracle. And if you need your do did, too, you know where to find this diva! My card's below. And beware of Black. Honey he's fine, but that one's dangerous. Because hot chocolate always lands you in hot water. And sometimes the sweet taste just ain't worth the burn.
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