“I look hideous,” I cry, throwing the comb down.

It’s been four days since the incident at Petal’s salon. My hair is still a freaking mess, but I’m lucky. The forensic team did a search and though the color Petal used is still being tested for its components—they’re pretty sure it did contain trace amounts of Drano clog remover. They do know that the finishing conditioner had traces of boric acid. If Petal hadn’t pulled me out of the dryer and immediately started rinsing me, who knows what would have happened.

I don’t really care at this point. All I know is that my hair is cut short all over my head. Petal did manage to wash it enough that the harsh pink has died down to a bright neon pink, which is still bad, but at least a little better. Petal and I were both afraid to add more chemicals to it right now. My hair needs to recover and we’re afraid something we use might react worse, since we’re not all that sure what Linda used. I’m pretty sure Linda is the culprit too, because Black pulled up her picture on the computer. The hair has changed but the face is exact. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that she dyed my hair the same color that Little Kong had at first either.

“You do not, you’re beautiful,” Black says and I sigh.

I turn around to look at him.

“You love me, you have to say that,” I grumble.

“I do love you, that’s true. I’d even love you if your hair was green.”

“Thanks… I think,” I half-laugh. “I guess worrying about your hair is kind of stupid. There are worse things to happen, right?”

“Exactly. You could look like my brother Green,” Black says, with a fake shudder.

“I don’t know, Green’s kind of sexy.”

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” Black grumbles.

I giggle, I can’t help myself.

“I wouldn’t want to make love to you if you looked like my brother…” Black says, leering at me.

“I really should be going over my notes for tomorrow’s try out at Amour Fou,” I tell him. “They moved up the appointment and I couldn’t tell them I can’t come because I’m having a bad hair day.”

“You could have,” he shrugs.

“And kissed the job goodbye,” I agree. “I mean, I don’t think they’re going to be too thrilled when they see my hair as it is, but if I cook well enough it may make up for it,” I respond with a shrug. “At least I’ll have a shot.”

“That’s crazy. Women have those haircuts all the time.

“Not in conservative restaurants with bosses like these,” I sigh.

“I think it’s kind of sexy.”

“Black—”

“It makes me want to fuck you,” he growls.

“You’re a pervert,” I laugh.

Black picks me up and before I can even settle against him he tosses me on the bed. I wasn’t far away from it, but it’s been a long time since I’ve sailed through the air. I bounce on the bed a couple of times before I finally stop.

“Now, let’s see if I can fuck the nerves out of you.”

“You think you can manage that?” I ask.

“I’ll do my best. Now strip.”

“I’m too tired,” I tell him.

“Too tired for sex? What’s this bullshit I’m hearing?”

“Too tired to undress. I’m afraid you’ll have to do it for me,” I tell him, smiling up sweetly.

“Just remember you asked for it,” he warns, then he grabs the collar of his t-shirt I’m wearing—because let’s face it, lately when I wake up I’m wearing one of three things. It’s either his t-shirt, Black himself, or nothing. If I had to pick a favorite, it would definitely be when he’s over me and his cock is deep inside.

That’s the best way to wake up in the mornings.

“What are you doing?”

“Undressing you, Princess.”

He’s barely finished the words when he rips the shirt apart, baring me to him.

“I really liked that shirt.”

“It was mine,” he says.

“I know but it was my favorite of yours to wear,” I pout.

“I’ll give you your other favorite thing of me to wear instead,” he says thoughtfully, and as he grabs his cock and starts stroking it over me, there’s not a doubt to be had about what he’s talking about.

“That’s nice of you,” I grin.

“I’m a nice guy,” he says.

I watch as his hand moves up and down his hard cock. Pre-cum is already drizzling from the head and sliding down his shaft. Some of it drips down and makes its way to my chest.

“I thought nice guys finished last,” I respond.

“Not this time,” he grins.

I lean up to lick the head of his cock and take some of his pre-cum into my mouth.

He lets me do that, but then he pushes his hand on my chest and firmly pushes me back down onto the bed. Black knows what he wants and I decide to let him have it. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about him—he will reciprocate… excessively. Which, it must be said, I really like.

So, like a good woman, I lay back and let him have his way and as jet after jet of his cum splashes against my chest, and runs down my breasts, I have to agree. This is another favorite thing of his I like to wear.