Tuesday 11th October 2022
Beverly Center Mall
Los Angeles, California
10:28amDiamontè Quiava Harper's POV:
Within 35 minutes we pulled up to the Beverly Center mall. I was in my G wagon, and Kentrell drove his Bentley. He insisted I rode with him, but I refused. The second we through at the mall, I'm taking my ass the fuck home.
Security were walking behind, and in front of us.
To Chanel we go.
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True to his word, Kentrell shut down the whole Chanel store for me. The nigga went crazy. He damn near bought the store and catalogue. New season Chanel'ed my ass!
I spent over 2 hours shopping with a personal shopper by my side. She showed me all the new items that had just come in.
I'm pretty impressed with how patient Kentrell was being. To be honest, I was expecting him to complain a lot more. You know how niggas be when you shopping for long.
Kentrell had stepped out twice to go smoke, during my shopping spree. The weed is probably what was keeping his ass calm.
"I appreciate you for real. Thank you baby, mwah." I kissed his cheek repeatedly, happy as hell with all of the new things he had bought me.
"It ain't nun." Kentrell mumbled humbly.
He had the shop assistants load my many many bags into my car. A lot of the things Kentrell bought me was to order, so more stuff would be delivered to my apartment.
I was smiling so big.
Kentrell had bought me: home decor, jewellery, heels, slides, sneakers, multiple purses - top shelf baby, and vintage clothing items from past collections.
"Look atchu all happy, haha." Kentrell laughed whilst he pulled his pants up. "You could live like this errday, but chu want play shawty." He shook his head.
Whenever he's being nice, his voice gets real soft and gentle. But when he cussing me out? Oh he on that demon time, country boy type shit, uh uhn.
"I won't play 'bout no shopping trip, I know that's right." I snapped my fingers laughing as we walked back inside the mall.
"But chu gone play 'bout me though. Right?" Kentrell paused sounding serious.
"Kentrell, you be the main one who be playin, don't start all that. I be living my life, doin' me."
"How I'm playin? You know what typa time I'm on mane. I done told you how I feel 'bout you many times already. I'a give you a ring tomorrow honestly. I tried ta start our family this mornin' by puttin' a baby in you, and look how det went." He straight faced me.