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    Tales From Sha-Hair-Azad

    By Najya Yasirah


    It Must Be The Money - Chapter 25



    Darlene was pissed. She had seen Reyjah’s picture in the news. Darlene was always the spotlight singer at Giovanni’s. And she was usually Antoine’s spotlight customer.  Antoine gave her an extra orgasim just to make up for his lateness. God, he could not stand her, but the money was so good. He was still a little tired from his session with Reyjah, but none the less, the $10,000 from Darlene made up for it. “I like your hair, Antoine,” said Darlene as she was redressing. She was such a bitch. “How is that girl, the one that I hit-on accident.”  Antoine’s blood was boiling. “She is fine, in fact she was in the newspaper, singing at Giovanni’s,” he gloated as he began redressing himself.  “That spotlight-stealing bitch is the same girl?” said Darlene. “Darlene, she didn’t steal your spotlight, and she is nowhere near a bitch,” he snapped. “Sounds like you have a crush on her, Antoine,” she replied coolly.  “How would you feel if she found out that you were a manwhore? Would she still adore you? Or would she leave you-crushed?” “You jealous bitch,” said Antoine. “Darlene, you are rich, and with your doctor’s help, you are indeed beautiful, but my dear, oyu are lacking in one thing, and that’s a heart.” Antoine snatched the money  and stormed out of the door. “Oh really?” she said when she was alone. “We’ll see, Mr. Antoine Laconte.”

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    Reyjah’ was in the bathtub.  Her cordless phone was ringing. “Hello?” “Reyjah, dear, this is Nancy Holden.” “Hi, Ms.H.” “Dear, Mr. Giovanni would like to know if you would sing tomorrow night.” “Heck yeah, but I don’t have a dress.” “Oh, dear, I have that handled. You just show up, and invite you personal trainer, too. And of course, bring Antoine.” “Sure will, thank you, Ms. Holden.
    Antoine was pissed as he was driving home from Holden Suites. His cell phone rang. This had better not be Darlene, he thought. He hit the “talk” button: “Hello?” “Ant, hey.”  “How are you?” “Let’s have dinner tomorrow-on me.” “Where?” “Giovanni’s is asking me to sing again,” “Do you have a dress?” “Yep, Ms. Holden had one ordered for me.” Ms.Holden?  “She really likes, me, Ant, and she really likes you, too.” True. “Come by the salon tomorrow, so I can do your hair, your due for a deep conditioning.”
    “Okay, Bellissimma, I’ll see you.” Antoine dialed a number. “Hello, yes I was wondering if I could see you, I’ll be over at Holden Suites.”  Antoine busted a U-turn.

    Tales From Sha-Hair-Azad - Chapter 26