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𝟏𝟎:𝟏𝟒 𝐚𝐦

        ❝𝗗𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗬 𝗔𝗦𝗦 𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗦𝗘,❞ 𝑎𝑧𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎ℎ 𝑚𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑑 to herself as she picked up some loose jackets chimera had thrown around.

"i wasn't gon say it, but i was definitely thinkin it" a voice said from behind her, aza fries and furrowed her eyebrows turning around slowly.

"durk...how did you get in my house?" she asked taking a step back as durk stood there with a smile on his face.

"i think you missed a spot," he said, completely ignoring her as he bent down to pick up another jacket that was on the floor.

"shit tiny as fuck, this yo size?" he raised his eyebrows holding it up towards her, "might be one of them skims or some shit, tight fit"

aza rolled her eyes and snatched the jacket out of his hand, "it's not mine and you still haven't answered my question"

he laughed shaking his head and looking around, "the door was open,"

"no it wasn't, quit lyin" she straightfaced dropping her shoulders in annoyance.

"no im serious, it was" he said, the smile staying on his face as he pointed to the door, "none of that is important tho, where you been at?"

"minding my business, making money" she answered simply, walking out of the living room to go put the jackets up in chimeras room.

durk sucked his teeth following her out, "i missed you,"

azariah smiled as she shook her head, there was no bad blood between the two. their breakup was mutual and understanding.

aza had no problem with him, she just hid chimera from him.

why? we'll get into that in a minute.

"i missed you too," she sighed opening the door to the room.

durk scrunched his face up and looked around the room, his eyes covered every inch of the room. not missing a detail.