Dayvon would kill for Normani without hesitation; but what'll happen when his dangerous lifestyle gets in between their love?
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Normani spent the rest of her night mingling with all of Ariana's stripper friends.
Everyone was so nice and welcoming. Normani was starting to see why Ari was so comfortable in this environment.
Normani found herself dancing with India in the middle of the club as the music was blasting.
There were strippers everywhere dancing along with them. Between the alcohol and the welcoming faces, Normani was starting to feel more comfortable.
Her lips grew numb as the liquor warmed up in her system. She was so engulfed with the beat of the music, she hadn't realized that Von himself was eyeing her the entire night.
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He couldn't help but wonder where he recognized her from. She looked way too familiar to him. It bothered him that he didn't even know her name.
He was no longer paying attention to the strippers dancing in his section. He just sat quietly in his seat, with a blunt tucked in between his lips. His eyes raked Normani's body as she slowly whined up against India.
Her beautiful dark skin eluminated underneath the club lights. Her long hair touched down to her ass as she moved.
Damn..
Von thought to himself as he couldn't force himself to look away.
"Aye twin, fuck you lookin at?"
The sound of Durk's voice boomed, causing Von to quickly look away.
"What?"
He muttered, trying to pretend to focus on his blunt instead. Durk frowned curiously, looking towards where Von had been staring.
