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"I ate a tuna-garlic sandwich, okay? I'll brush my teeth after my shift," She grumbled, handing the phone over to me so I could look at the item she bookmarked. It was a velvet knee-high boots, and she was right it was pink. To be more precise, the strawberry shade. And she was right, I did love it.

Every revelation was a reminder, nothing in this world stayed buried for long. When the clock edged closer to the hour, Nico became a man on a mission. He lined up products and fabrics like a general preparing for war. He started with my nails, carefully pressing on a fresh set. “Short. Always short,” he declared with the authority of a stylist who brooked no debate. “Long claws scream desperation. Short nails? That’s control and power. That’s a woman who doesn’t need to reach, because everything comes to her.” I smirked. “Bossy much?”

Thе nail fіlе іѕ tiny, аnd has a рlаѕtіс tоrtоіѕе ѕhеll hаndlе. Thеѕе things аrеn’t еvеn ѕlіghtlу іmрrеѕѕіvе to me аt first glаnсе. I’m looking for wеароnѕ, and wауѕ to escape. But I сhаngе mу mind whеn I ѕее the pages of thе first half of thе notebook are fіllеd wіth flоwеrу, cursive ѕсrірt.

The morning sun over Monte Carlo was bright and hot. It shone right through the big glass windows of the elite Star Salon. Victoria sat back in a soft leather massage chair. Her feet were soaking in warm water with pretty flowers. A nail worker was carefully filing her nails into sharp squares, painting them a beautiful black and wine ombre color. Right next to her, Kany was looking at her phone with one hand while another worker painted her nails a deep, dark blue to match her gala dress.

“Three. Why?” "It’s barely 1:15. Let’s get a mani-pedi. My treat." Nia grinned like I handed her a check. "You had me at ‘let’s.’" We pulled into a strip mall, and I spotted a shop with a bold pink sign: Nail Techs on Tec Boulevard. “Cute name,” I said as we headed inside. We were in chairs within minutes, massage settings buzzing under us, techs already getting our feet in soak. “Alright, CEO,” Nia said, her voice full of playful mischief. “Tell me about the first time y’all hooked up hooked up.” She wiggled her brows like a clown.

I laugh. Keila takes my right hand out of the bowl and begins removing dead skin. She pushes back my cuticles and cuts the skin away. While Keila works on my right hand, Daniela works on my left hand. Calista has her hands in bowls and her feet in another foot spa tub. The girls put lotion on and massage my hands. I definitely like being pampered. They are going to put French tips on my nails but instead of white they use black. Once the black tips are dry they put on a layer of clear polish with silver glitter. It’s very pretty. They then put my hand under an LED nail lamp to dry and head to work on my feet. “How you doing Davina,” asks Daniela.

My nails scratchеd his chеst and his fingеrs dug into my ass likе hе didn’t want to lеt mе go. “You closе?” I whispеrеd, licking his jaw. “Don’t do that—shit—Mеlissa—” “You arе,” I tеasеd. “You’rе about to cum for mе. You’vе bееn holding back too long.” “Fuck—” “Givе it to mе,” I whispеrеd, clеnching around him. “Lеt go for mе, baby. Cum insidе.”

She said sighing. Maya had smirked and cracked her knuckles. “Time for the real prep.” And so began the ordeal. First, the nails. Glossy black with thin silver detailing that curled like smoke across each fingertip, Maya’s design, obviously. “The nails are also an accessory Drasa. They have to match.” She said while fixing them with some dry-quick glue.

I had to get to the club early for that one, because my nail technician is a waitress at the club, a very good one too. My gaze drops to my hand, yes, Nancy is very good with nails. I've been here barely even twenty minutes and she's already got the design I asked for done on one hand, but she only now started with the second one. My toes have already been done by her too, fresh pink polish with a floral design, I like it. So much better than the one I had yesterday just to get Francesca to shut up. Emelia is sitting across from me, going through a bridal magazine while her feet rest solely on the stool beside me. She seems to know half if not all the women in the magazine, giving me the Wik

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