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The mansion was quiet as Dayvon sent the staff home early, intending to spend a cozy evening alone with Aaliyah. The aroma of spices and the sound of sizzling filled the air as Dayvon, clad in a crisp apron, took charge of the kitchen with a confident smirk on his face.
Aaliyah watched in amazement as Dayvon effortlessly moved around the kitchen, his movements graceful and sure. She couldn't help but be impressed by his skills, a side of him she had never seen before.
"You cook?" she asked a hint of disbelief in her voice.
Dayvon chuckled, flashing her a boyish grin.
"Surprised? There's a lot you don't know about me, folks"
As they worked together, chopping vegetables and stirring pots, their laughter filled the air, creating a sense of warmth and camaraderie. Aaliyah found herself drawn to Dayvon's easy charm and infectious enthusiasm.
But then, in a moment of unexpected intimacy, Dayvon leaned in and kissed her. Aaliyah's heart skipped a beat as she melted into the kiss, her senses overwhelmed by the rush of emotions coming to her.
But just as quickly as it had begun, the kiss ended, and Dayvon pulled away, his expression clouded with regret.
"I'm sorry, Aaliyah," he said, his voice tinged with sadness. "That was a mistake. It shouldn't have happened."
Aaliyah felt a wave of hurt and confusion as she struggled to process his words. She had allowed herself to believe, if only for a moment, that there was something more between them. But now, faced with Dayvon's words, she felt foolish for ever entertaining such thoughts.
the rest of the evening passed in strained silence, the air thick with unspoken tension as they finished preparing the meal. Aaliyah couldn't bring herself to meet Dayvon's eyes as they sat down to eat, she was kinda embarrassed.
The clink of silverware against plates was the only sound that filled the room as they ate in silence, each bite tasting bitter on Aaliyah's tongue. She wanted to say something, anything to break the silence that threatened to consume them both. But the words remained trapped in her throat, suffocated by the weight of her emotions.
Dayvon's expression was unreadable as he picked at his food, his thoughts seemingly a million miles away. Aaliyah couldn't help but feel dumb he was gonna get married in a couple of months and here she was thinking that he would have feelings for her, maybe he just mistook her for his fiance or maybe he was high again.
Eventually, they finished their meal in silence, the empty plates serving as a stark reminder of the chasm that had opened up between them. With a heavy heart, Aaliyah rose from the table, unable to bear the weight of Dayvon's presence any longer.
"I'm going to bed," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Dayvon nodded silently, his gaze fixed on some distant point beyond the walls of the mansion. Aaliyah turned and made her way to her room, with her eyes watery feeling like crying at any minute.
