March 14 | 14:35
"If I'd have known how y'all be living out here, I wish your dad had gotten caught earlier. Ouuuu! Can we go there?", Tamara had away before she could get an answer.
Kiana squinted her eyes and tiltied her head to the side, "Was she not just boo hoo crying bout that nigga".
"That 'nigga' yo daddy", Von laughed, amused how they all switched on the man, not seeming to give any fucks.
It kind of scared him, knowing how heartless they were if he was to ever mess up. Not that he was, but if he was to get caught up into something he wasn't intending to.
"With his dirty dick ass", Kiana rolled her eyes and went to follow her mom, making sure she didn't go out of eyesight.
"You good baby", Von asked Jemima, who was situated under his arm as they strolled along behind.
"Yeah, Are you?", she returned the question, playing with his fingers as his hand rested on her chest, over her shoulders.
"Man, I'm always good, Ima gangsta. Tell em stop playin wit me", he rubbed the hairs on his chin as the sun reflected on his teeth as he showed all 32 teeth, "Ia be good if I'm always wit my wife".
Jemima giggled at his last statement as her eyes squinted from smiling. Von stuck his finger in her cheek dimple, repeatedly poking it until she smacked his hand away.
"Whea you wanna go ma?", Dayvon led her around the many people as they walked down the busy high street.
They had come back to Atlanta a few days ago, as did Tamara. Rightfully so, she wanted to have a mini break before going back and having to deal with her home situation.
She did manage to successfully kick out Kieran, however he was refusing to go through with a divorce. Which meant she would have to take things further and take him to court.
As expected, once the news of the affair had reached everyone in the family, the two siblings were shunned out and couldn't be cared less for.
Some sympathy may have been shown if it wasn't with Yvette.
But, she was the other women. And that made everyone's skin crawl at the thought since the two were literally blood.
"Ummmm, let's go in there first", Jemima guided him to LUSH and he groaned, already getting a headache.
"It be smelling strong as hell in thea. My dreads gon fall of from a migraine", never the less, he held the door open for the girl, going inside after her and held it for the person behind before letting it go.
"You'a be aight", she patted his chest twice and went to roam around, occasionally picking products up to smell them.
Dayvon followed behind, his eyes glancing down whenever she walked. He brought his thick bottom lip into his mouth watching her flesh move in her Skims long sleeve dress.
He pulled his phone out and recorded himself walking directly behind her so her ass brushed up against his pelvis every time she took a step.
He added a few emojis along with a caption and posted it to his instagram story, locking his phone after and sliding it into his front jean pocket.
"All up on me, damn", Jemima said, feeling him hug around her waist and lean his head on top of hers since he was significantly taller.
"Ion know why you acting like youn like it. This be you when you drunk, you get clingy as hell on king dave".
"No I don't, I'm a funny drunk".
Von smacked his lips, watching as she grabbed a small shopping basket and rested it on her arm, "No you not, you clingy or sometimes horny. Or tired".
