Chapter 97
tripping.” She whispered, as her eyes shifted to Soya who was staring at us unblinkingly.
“Then let’s go to your room. And talk.”
She sighed, before standing to her feet. “Come on.” She grabbed my hand, helping me stand.
The girl could’ve literally been an interior designer, as that room looked so far removed from anything considered low income.
But the room was also very telling. Several pairs of designer shoes were on a shoe rack on the floor.
Everything from Louie to Prada. So, Babi was clearly living there to beat the system.
Cause I would bet my last dollar that she had a little bread put up.
And had the talent to be doing celebrities’ hair.
All that meant that she was with the wrong nigga. All this talent was just lost in the hood, while she was holding down a nigga who was headed nowhere fast. If the nigga had half a brain, then he would’ve been flipping his money, and investing in his woman.
There was no way that Babi shouldn’t have a salon of her own.
Or even a interior design company. I would’ve exploited the fuck out of her talents, ensuring that she could make her own money on a larger scale.
If that’s what she wanted to do. Cause she honestly wouldn’t have to work, if I had her like I wanted her.