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Jayda opened her eyes, feeling Von looking at her.
He kissed her lips twice, as she stretched.
Jayda got out the bed, holding her chest as she walked to the bathroom.
She peed and brushed her teeth before walking back out to the room.
"Come here." Von patted his lap.
Jayda straddled him, laying her head on his shoulder.
"I missed you." He kissed her forehead.
He rubbed his hands down the sides of her body as she rubbed his ear.
"I missed you too. Even though I was talking shit about you the whole time." She mumbled.
"Why you block me on everything?" He laughed and she shrugged.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, smelling him.
"You smell good." She said, kissing on his neck.
"Not right now mama." He told her, trying to control his dick. He wanted to make sure she was okay.
"I'm not doing nothing." She laughed, kissing his jaw.
She pulled away from him, putting her hands behind her.
Von's eyes instantly shifted to her boobs that was on show in front of him.
"You so pretty." He mumbled, running his finger over nipple.
Jayda looked at the bruise on his stomach, frowning her face up.
She sighed, hugging him.
"We good baby." He told her, rubbing her back.
"I'm sorry." She whispered, feeling herself become emotional.
"Don't cry lil folks." He sighed.
"I didn't mean to hurt you." She let some tears fall down her face as she looked at the bruises on his arms. He had way more than her.
"I know. We not gone do that no more so we good. Stop crying." He chuckled and she sniffed.
"You look like a nigga in the streets beat yo ass." She laughed, wiping her face.
"You is a nigga in the streets." He smiled at her, and she laughed.
Von looked at her neck, rubbing his fingers over the bruise that was there.
"We really shouldn't have took shit that far Jayda." He hugged her.
Von really didn't like seeing her like this, especially knowing he was the one who did it to her. Because if he saw these bruises on her and it was from a nigga, he'd kill him.
She cried on his shoulder, and he just let her.
He kissed the bruise on her neck, sighing.
"Stop crying. We good baby." He mumbled, rubbing her back.
