Trinity Smith has been starving for more out of her marriage to Meech. Three years in and she feels alone, untouched, and unsatisfied. Especially behind closed doors. The spark is gone, and no matter how hard she tries, it feels like she's begging f...
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"Me and India gon' find the ugliest, most ridiculous sweater out there. Watch. We gon' win that free weekend getaway, fuck allat" Durk said, his Chicago accent thick, causing Dayvon to laugh and shake his head.
It was early afternoon, and they were catching up over the phone, talking about the upcoming ugly sweater party happening in December, which one of their mutual friends was hosting.
"Imma hit up my godmama and get her to knit me one. Ion' even gotta tell her to make it ugly either, that shit comes naturally. Folks been rockin' them since I was three" Von replied, dead serious, which had Durk cracking up.
Von's godmama had been his mom's best friend since forever, and she had always had a passion for knitting. So when Von was just a little boy, he used to wear every sweater she made for him, no matter how outlandish it was—just to keep her happy.
She'd knit all kinds of sweaters, from the ones with bright, mismatched colors to the ones with random patterns that made no sense.
"You bogus as helllll" Durk hollered, and Von could just imagine his friend's big veneers showing as he laughed. "If she got it like that, we all need to hit her up"
"Hell yeah" Dayvon headed to the kitchen. He began to set up his blender, tossing in a handful of spinach, a banana, some almond milk, and a scoop of protein powder. The familiar whir of the blender filled the room as he watched the ingredients blend into a smooth, green mixture.
Dressed in a black Nike short-sleeve t-shirt with matching shorts, the man was getting ready to work out. With nothing else better to do, working out kept him busy and in shape. He was hella buff from all the exercise, especially in his arms.
Plus, he was trying to kill some time until later on when he'd pick up Kasim since it was Friday. And with tomorrow being Saturday, they were going to the fall festival. They'd been FaceTiming all week, but nothing beat seeing his little boy in person.
Von also preferred working out at home over going to the gym, where it was always loud and crowded. The only time he'd go to the gym was to get out of the house and get some fresh air, but home workouts were definitely his go-to option. He had set up a small but functional home gym in the corner of his living room, with just enough equipment to get a full-body workout.
"But you bringing Kema? Y'all coming together?" Durk asked, breaking the silence.
"Nah, nah, hell nah. When's the last time you even saw me and Kema out in public, just us two and not with Kasim?" Von inquired, shaking his head at the thought.
With his smoothie now in hand, he moved to his home gym setup. He took a sip of the green mixture, feeling the cool, refreshing liquid slide down his throat. There was a bit of a pause on the other line as he hooked his phone up to the speaker.
"Exactly" He said, answering his own question.
Durk nodded knowingly even though his homeboy couldn't see him. "You right, you right. My bad for assumin'. Y'all doin' y'all own thing, keepin' it separate from Kasim. I feel it"
