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𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧•𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥
𝐀 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬.
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𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐕𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕📍: 𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝟐:𝟓𝟕𝐏𝐌 • 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐆𝐎, 𝐈𝐋

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𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐕𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕
📍: 𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍
𝟐:𝟓𝟕𝐏𝐌 • 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐆𝐎, 𝐈𝐋

Dayvon's large thumb pressed against the 'end' button that displayed on the glasssed screen to his phone after he reached his final destination, the palm of his left hand running circles around the steering wheel as he whipped into the parking lot of the hair shop.

Placing his foot on the break, his hand wrapped around the gear stick to his SRT, jerking it backward, placing the sports car into park.

His head inching around throughout the car, his set of vision trailed around and out of the windows that consisted in the vehicle, viewing the surroundings that consisted around him.

Assuring himself that the coast was the upmost clear, the male relaxed himself as well as his senses, his back hitting against the leather seat, his body crouching down in a slouch, while his legs parted away from one another, resulting in a manspread.

Inching his head down into his lap, his hand grasped around the cellular device that unintentionally fell there. The pad of his thumb hitting against the glasses screen twice, turning his phone on with the initiative to shoot Sa'maria a text message informing her that he was outside.

Under his knowledge, in all actuality, he didn't have too. The female exited herself out of the hair maintenance building, a smile graves through her lips as her hazel orbs glued onto the fast car that she knew was his.

From out of conscious, reflex, and senses, the male lifted his head from its crouched position. A grin didn't take much long to burst through Dayvon's set of lips as his eyes stopped on a pretty Sam approaching his car, the flowy, human hair tresses in jet black bounced effortlessly with each step she inched out.

The male broke away from his glaring glance at her through the window, his head inching over to his lock controls that displayed on the driver's door, the pad of his index finger pressing gently against the unlock button, the sounds of the locks coming up on all four car doors filled through to source in result.

"Okay, bestfriend lookin' good as fuck! Tell em' don't play witchu', pretty foenem." Dayvon hyped the smaller up as soon as the door to the passenger side opened, it didn't take any time for the neutral smile the female once had on her face brightened in volume, the heavily grinning soon took over her whole face, her cheeks approaching off rosy from his compliments.

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