"𝖠 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗄 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝟣𝟪 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌."
Latoya loved children and it was one of the main reasons she became a school teacher. It was a shame she couldn't have her own; atleast that's what doct...
Dayvon sat inside of the loud club, face easily showing his disdain. He had been spending the night at Latoya's almost every night since their little argument, and that's where he wanted to be.
However, at the end of the day, he was still a rapper and had to do some hostings and club appearances.
"Aye, you okay?" He heard, Dayvon glancing up at Durk.
He shrugged, looking around the club before slouching down in the chair. "I ain't feelin dis right now, twin."
"What you mean?" Durk laughed, "You be turnt as fuck in da club. Wassup now?"
He sat down beside his best-friend, sort of worried about the way he was acting. Dayvon was usually very turnt at his hosting. They were both paid 40,000 upfront with a backend of 25,000.
Money like that usually turnt Dayvon up, but here he was, sitting in the private section, a blunt in his hand that he was barely smoking.
Glancing over at Durk, Dayvon frowned. "I miss ma baby mama."
"Boy."
Durk burst out laughing, snatching the blunt from his friend and holding it up to his own lips.
"Why you laughing? Aint shit funny right now," Von rolled his eyes, "She da one told me to come to this stupid ass shit."
Feeling his phone buzz, Dayvon pulled it from his lap, smiling at the text from Latoya.
< ₁,₇₆₂ 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐚😍 (i)
your son is hungry. 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝟣𝟣:𝟥𝟦 𝗉𝗆
heard uu. 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝟣𝟣:𝟥𝟦 𝗉𝗆
"I gotta go," Dayvon stood up, smiling happily that he now had an excuse to get the fuck and get underneath his baby's mother.
"What you mean? Go where?"
They both stood up, the spotlight on them as the fans screamed, watching the two rappers leave from out of the private section.
