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Von sat back on the couch, a smirk tuggin' at his lips as he watched you hold the little gift bag in your hands. He already knewβyou was finna act all shy, like you ainβt wanna take whatever crazy expensive shit he got you. But he wasnβt tryna hear none of that.
A big-ass diamond chain with your name on it, a Cartier bracelet, and a Chanel bag sittinβ on the table, all for you. He always give you gifts like that and on valentine day-He would do it also so he did.
You slid him his gift, and Von raised a brow, unwrappin' it slow. Didnβt even matter what it wasβshit could be a rockβyou thought 'bout him, and thatβs all he needed. But knowin' you? It was gonβ be somethin' real, somethin' personal. And that meant more than all the money in the world.