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After a nice bath , I sit on the tub scrolling through my phone.
"Tiff?"
A message appeared on my phone and I was confuse.
Cause who was this texting this late?
"Who is this?"
"Von"
My heart began racing, I couldn't believe my eyes.
"Ohh hey"
"Wassup"
Von and I met a few months ago and he started bringing me to his shows.
I didn't want people to think we were together, so I told him I couldn't come around no more.
I didn't want to rush into something that wouldn't last, he has a reputation.
That's why I've been being so cold towards him.
Cause why choose me as your pawn?
"You stop texting a nigga & coming to my shows, wassup with that?"
"Von it wasn't like that. I just can't handle being with somebody like u rn..."
He stopped texting and I went to my bedroom, getting ready for bed.
I placed my panties and bra and the robe on my bed.
Before I could even put my clothes on, there was a knock on my door.
"Here I come" I sang towards the door.
I looked in the peep hole and seen it was Von.
Omfg.
I opened the door , to see him in his Amiri shirt, Amiri pants and some Jordan's.
He didn't have a hat on which meant he had got his shit done or he didn't give af.
But I looked closely to see he had a retwist.
"Can I come in?"
"Sure"
I sat across him from the couch and watched him squint his eyes.
"Why u like playing games with me , Tiffany?"
I just rolled my eyes , shaking my head.
"Vonn stop fr"
"Nah u stop. U da one who tried to get with me ma, stop playing games. Showing up to my show wearing that tight shit in the front row, den u gave me yo number and said do what?"
