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Von sat on the couch, holdin' phone in his hand and scrollin' through your instagram-filled with photos of you and your fiancΓ©e, your newborn. It felt wrong, he was supposed to be the one who had family with you but everythin' went terrible between y'all. Y'all broke up years ago.
He finally couldn't stop himself, he went to contacts and called you on facetime, waitin' 'till you picked up, his eyes narrowin' slightly at you through the phone.
"You shouldn't call me, Dayvon. We broke up years ago, I have my own life here." You spoke before he could say anythin', you seemed pretty uncomfortable with him callin' you. In the middle of the night, on facetime like y'all never broke up.
He smirked, leanin' back more. "You have life but I have desire for you, ma." He moved his hand with the phone in it away, pointin' it at himself from above. He grabbed his pants, lowerin' his joggers and boxers slightly, just a little bit-showin' you tatto with your name, right on his V-line. "I have desire for bein' next to me again, like before."