𝓓AYVON 𝓓AQUAN 𝓑ENNETT

you and your best friend india had went out to the club for her boyfriend, durk’s, birthday. the rapper had the whole placed packed out once people heard he’d be there as well as other well known rappers coming out to celebrate him.

that’s where you had met durk’s best friend; dayvon or better known as king von. the two of you flirted and danced in the club before sneaking off and having a one nightstand. you’d left immediately the morning after you’d woken up leaving von alone in the hotel room you’d both spend in.

it had been over a week since that night and you’d seen that he had started following you on social media, after telling india about what had happened she showed you a few tweets von had posted talking about a mystery girl which you immediately knew was about you from the situation he described and how the person looked.

today you currently sitting down in the studio where durk was recording for his latest song ‘no auto durk’. india had asked you to come along with her since she knew she’d be the only female there besides the annoying groupies that durk’s friends brought along when they were all together in the studio, so there for you agreed to going along with her.

right now you were sitting down on one of the couches scrolling through your instagram as the sound of discussion and music filled the room, smoke from the multiple people passing around a few blunts clouded the studio. you kept to yourself, not in the mood to interact with anyone since india was sitting beside durk just keeping her arms around him as he rewrote his verses and asked her opinion for a few lyrics.

after a few minutes you heard someone come inside making everyone greet the person, looking up you saw von standing over you, looking down at you with his signature mug. he wore a simple white tee, grey sweatpants that sagged down showing off his white ethika boxers, ‘concord sketch’ low jordan 11s and his diamond ‘O block’ chain and ‘OTF’ chain that all members of the record had