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    Tales From Sha-Hair-Azad:

    These Walls Can Talk

    By Najya Yasirah


    Chapter 8- Paid in Full


    Antoine looked at his platinum Rolex. It was 6:50.  “Antoine?” said a male voice.  It was the fish guy, Deuce Bigalow.  “Haven’t seen you in a while,” he said shaking his hand.  “Likewise,” said Antoine. “So, are you waiting on a client?” asked Deuce softly. “No, I am waiting for my hairdresser,” said Antoine. “Oh, is that what you call them, now?” said Deuce winking. Suddenly, Antoine lost his balance. “What’s wrong, buddy?” asked Deuce. Antoine clutched his heart and pointed. Deuce followed his finger. When she entered, time seemed to stand still.  Reyjah was absolutely dazzling. As she walked down the carpeted aisle, everything seemed to be in slow motion.  Her blue, matte jersey gown flowed with every curve of her defined, muscular physique. Her hair had been curled loosely and upswept with wisps framing her face.  Smoky eyeshadows of dark blues and grays made her sapphire eyes gleam.  A nude, wet- look lipcolor accentuated her natural pout. Diamond and blue topaz chandelier earrings grazed her awesome shoulders.  Her well-pedicured toes were adorned with crystal Jimmy Choo sandals with ankle straps and 3” heels. She even had a cute, diamond toe ring. Her matching wrap was draped around her arms and her clutch was carried in her right hand. The slit boasted tight quads from her previous leg workout. Her brown skin glowed, and her smile radiated.  “Hi, Mr.Laconte,” she said. “I’m not late am I?” She checked the time on her Cartier diamond watch that also doubled as a diamond bracelet.  Antoine and Deuce were speechless. “You are one of the most alluring women I have ever seen, except for my wife, that is,” said Deuce Bigalow in a trance. “Thank you,” she said blushing. “You’re from New York?” he said. “MMM, yeah, sorry,” she said. “Don’t apologize, you seem like a really lovely person,” Deuce added, hinting to Antoine. “You two have a nice evening.” Deuce went to go find Kate, his pretty wife. “You look so…”Antoine was at a loss for words. She had obviously been very meticulous about her appearance that night.  He wasn’t shabby himself in his dark gray Armani tux complete with cuff links.  He touched her face. He stared into her blue eyes.  “Bellissima,” he finished with a cunning smile. Damn he was fine.  “Don’t try it, Mr. Laconte. The battle has just begun,” she rebuked. She laughed at his confusion. “You just had to say I looked good in another language, didn’t you?” she asked laughing. “I’m hungry as hell,” she added. “Of course.” Antoine gave her his arm. She took it, and a waiter led them to their table.


    Tales From Sha-Hair-Azad: These Walls Can Talk - Chapter 9