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I asked, honestly not knowing what I did wrong to attract a frosty reaction from them. Olivia sighed and shook her head. "First of all, girl, you need to get cultured about the community if you're going to take our hairstyles. Those braids are Fulani braids and they're very popular in Nigeria, Ghana and most of the North Western women of Africa. Kim K didn't invent the hair style and she sure as hell wasn't the first to do the do. Yara Shahidi, Nicki, Riri, Marsai and literally Queen fucking Bey has debuted that hairstyle on red carpets."

His black tee showed off his enormous chest and he had intricate tats on one arm. “Permission to help her, sir?” I was grateful to Susan but this was something I knew how to do. “No need,” I said, and proceeded to show off my skill by forming a Dutch crown braid. “Isn’t that a bit elaborate?” one of the women asked. “It’s awesome,” another said. “And not what I asked for.” Alpha Calvin sounded impatient now. “But more practical,” I argued. “Did I ask you to speak, pet?” “You’re for it now, girl,” Oscar said.

Letting out a small laugh I went along with his joke. "You made sure of that." He sighs lifting his head off my body sitting up. "Ok. Your turn." He pats his lap and I smile before kicking my legs up on the couch and laying my head on his lap. "Ever thought of braiding your hair? I mean box braids with Attachments. " I hum thoughtfully. I'm one of those girls who can not sit long enough to get their hair braided. Which is why I have a lot of Wigs in Different colours, Different Styles and Different length.

I styled my hair in a Dutch braid and left a few strands falling at the sides of my face. When I walked out of my room to join the brothers for breakfast, I noticed all eyes were on me.

"Not a chance. We’ll be right here. Moral support, remember?" As Kayla settled into the wide leather chair, the stylist—who introduced herself as Mia—ran her fingers gently through Kayla’s hair, tutting softly under her breath. "You’ve got beautiful hair, honey," Mia said warmly. "We’ll have you looking even more gorgeous in no time. What were you thinking?" Kayla thought for a moment. "Cornrow braids," she said finally, her fingers twitching with nervous excitement. "Something like this." Kayla showed her a picture she had saved in her P*******t board.

The waistband sits a touch looser than it probably should, but it reads as intentional, relaxed rather than ill-fitting. I dig out a pair of soft brown Grecian-style sandals, the leather straps crisscrossing up my calves, and tie them quickly. Then I turn to my hair, pulling the shorter side pieces into braids and pinning them back, leaving the rest loose in waves down my back. A simple, almost careless style, but it frames my face the way I like.

The stylist, a young guy named Marcus, looks at my hair like it's a project he's excited to tackle. "So we're thinking a change but nothing too dramatic," Marcus says, running his fingers through my hair. "Something that frames your face better. Brings out your features. Maybe some layers? Some dimension with the color?" "Whatever you think," I say weakly. He grins. "Trust me. You're going to love it." Drey sits in the waiting area with his phone while Marcus works. I watch him in the mirror. He looks tense today. Different. Like something is bothering him but he won't say what.

I get changed into more comfortable clothes - black sweats and a black t shirt and send a text through to Nadia. Meeting is done now, songbird. Ready when you are. It's not long before my phone rings, signalling a video call coming in. I accept and her beautiful face pops up on my screen. "Well, hello there beautiful." I say and I see her blush and smile. "Hi." She says back and adjusts her position on her bed. I see her leaning back against her headboard and notice her hair braided back and my cock stiffens. Mates got her warrior hair done... Kiba states. I like it on her. Braids are used for warrior styles because it keeps the hair away and flat to the head enemies can't grab it. It showca

Amarachi stared at Jordan, jaws dropped once his cap was gone. His hair was plaited. "You braided your hair!"She suddenly exclaimed. Jordan nodded with a chortle. His entire hair wasn't plaited just the frontals. It was braided, Bob Marley style, and left to fall whilst the other unbraided part was packed. The cap made it hard for her to notice it but now she did and Jordan looked so breathtaking.

Talia wants to take me shopping, since I still don’t have very many clothes. The next morning, I didn’t have my alarm set, but I still woke up early, that’s a good sign I suppose. I get up and make some coffee. I have a lite breakfast before I shower and get ready. After my shower, I do my hair. I’ve been experimenting with some new styles on my hair since I’ve been here, mostly simple ones, but today I’m going to attempt a french braid. I’ve never done it one myself before, but I’ve done it on other people. I try for a good 10 minutes before giving up and just doing a regular braid. My arms are so tired. I’ll try again some other time. When I’m ready I head out to meet up with Talia at the