It was a regular afternoon fo you & Dayvon, js chillin in the crib. Dayvon was layin in the bed, lookin fine as hell wit his shirt off, tattoos glistenin under the soft light comin through the window. His chains sparkled every time he moved, & that thug mentality he had, my God, it drove you crazy. He always made sho you was straight, always hustlin & gettin his bread but neva too busy to make sho you was good.

Yall was layin up, cuddlin, & js enjoyin each others company when he turned to you n' said, "Aye, baby, can you retwist my hair fo me? My roots lookin all types of crazy."

You couldn't say no to him, especially when he asked like that. You fetched yo rat tail comb, RedOne Holdin Hair Wax Gel, & sumn Shea Moisture detanglin lotion. You let him sit up between yo legs & started partin straight parts, gellin them down & retwistin his locs.

Yalk was in yall lil world until you realized you was runnin low on gel. You couldn't finish his hair without it or else his parts would look frizzy as hell. So, you told him yall needed to make a quick run to the beauty store. He js sighed & got up, grabbing his keys n' slippin on his shoes.

Yall hopped in his black Charger. & the engine roared to life. Yall cruised through the neighborhood, windows down, music blastin. When yakk pulled up to the beauty store, you felt like you had walked into black girl heaven. All those products js fo you to explore.

But Dayvon, he looked like he had an attitude already. He followed you inside, hus face set in that sexy, serious way he had. You started browsing, pickin up errythang but what yall came fo. Hair clips, a new brush, sumn lip gloss you had been wantin to try.

Dayvon's patience was wearin thin. Finally, in that deep sexy voice of his, he said, "Really, baby? You pickin up errythang but the task you came here fo. Where the gel at? Cause Ian see it in yo hands right now."

@𝐕𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐋