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"𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐕𝐎𝐍, why are you up this early baby? I'm sleepy." Alyssa whined as Von picked her up out of bed, and he kissed her cheek.
"I'm sorry, you ca' sleep in the car, shorty. We gotta make it to this flight." He hugged her, and she tiredly smiled, forgetting all about the trip they were taking today. Holding around his neck as he walked into the bathroom, starting the shower for her, since he had already taken one.
She sighed lowly, rubbing her eyes as she undressed herself, opening the shower door while Von walked out, taking their suitcases and carry-on bags to the door.
𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝟐𝟓 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, Alyssa walked out of the bathroom after doing her skincare routine, lathering herself in lotion, before walking out of the bedroom to find Dayvon.
"Papa, is the jet cold?" She asked, chuckling when his eyes raked over her naked body, then looked up at her.
"Nah not really, just put on a comfortable outfit." He told her, knowing she'd wanna dress comfortably if it was cold as hell.
"Mkay." She hummed, going back to his bedroom, getting a white T-Shirt out of her drawer, and some black leggings with some white socks.
Afterwards, she grabbed her phone and her charger, then her Rose Gold Solo 3 Beats, and made her way back downstairs, following Dayvon out the door.
"Sooo, are you gonna tell her where we going before we get there?" She grabbed his hand, watching Von's personal driver open the trunk, placing the four bags inside, before Von helped her into the van.
"No. She'll see when we get there." He rubbed her thigh, and she dramatically threw her head back, frowning when it hit the window, and Von bust out laughing.
"Damnnnn, you good mama?" He laughed, pulling her into his arms, and she huffed, feeling her eyes water.
"That's not funny. That shit hurt, man." She rubbed the back of her head, watching the driver, Asan, struggle keeping his laughter quiet.
