𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃||𝐃. 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 (DISCONTINUED)

CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN

Dalvin stares wearily at the mirror at his unknown reflection, he noticed his beard was scruffy looking as he didn't keep it up as bags decorate his eyes as he looked under his weight a little probably due to him eating less food and eating more pills.

"Damn, I need a trim" Dalvin raspy voice stated as he touched the scruffy looking hair that was growing on his face.

Upon, mentioning to himself that he needed to trim his beard... Dalvin remembered that he had a razor in his suitcase in the closet along with some shaving cream and rubbing alcohol.

Taking strides over to the bathroom door, Dalvin twists at the knob as he opens it up as he was met with the cool air of the air conditioner in the room as his body shivered at the cool breeze.

Taking his fingers, Dalvin proceeds to pull off his sweaty shirt and throws it in the nearest clothes hamper as he was only left in his black gym shorts as he slides his feet on the carpet as he signs, heavily to himself.

Dalvin soon reaches the walk-in closet as he opens it up as he goes all the way into the spacious area of the room as he flicks the light on as he noticed his suitcase and goes over to it as he bends down and opens it up.

Looking into the smaller compartment of the suitcase, Dalvin gets out the razor, the shaving cream and rubbing alcohol as he smiles at the accomplishment and zips it back up as he then gets up but not before stumbling over something as he falls onto the ground and groans at the pain of his chest colliding with the carpet floor.

"What the..." Dalvin utters as he noticed a shoebox as the top was halfway off with stacks of money, letters, jewelry and look to be dresses inside of it as Dalvin sits up on the floor as he crawls over to it as he tosses the top all the way off of it to investigate.

"To Roxie... from Alexander? Who the fuck is this nigga?" Dalvin inquires as he felt his anger boil inside of him.

"De, was right. She was fucking around on me! How could I be so fucking foolish!" Dalvin found himself throwing the shaving cream over to the wall as the can bursts open as it was now sprayed out onto the floor.

"All this damn time, that I spent waiting for her ass! And she do this shit to me!" Dalvin curses as he soon advert his eyes back over to the letter as he saw a number on it... it was Alexander's number.

An idea pops inside of Dalvin's head as he digs in his gym shorts and pulls out his phone as he looks at the paper and back at his phone as he dialed the number to voice his opinion.

Pressing the phone up to his ear, Dalvin awaits a masculine voice as it soon came over the phone as he clenched his left fist and his jaw tightly.

"Hello, who's this?" The man inquired over the phone to Dalvin.

"The name is Dalvin and I don't like how you been sending my lady all these gifts and shit. She doesn't need it and certainly doesn't need your ass, got me muthafucka?!" Dalvin curse the man out as a vein pop out the side of his neck as his anger boils over.