Page 128 of Kentrell

Whether Malcolm showed up at my baby brother’s event or not, I still would’ve seen her. Still would've noticed her.

Her beauty would've stopped me in my tracks either way.

And I still would've lusted after her—craved her.

Yeah, maybe shit would've played out different.

Maybe I wouldn’t have had a reason to be in her space like that.

Wouldn’t have gotten to know her the way I do now.

But evenbeforeMalcolm put me on game, I was already onto her.

Already watching.

Already pulled in.

Damn.

Now I was in too deep.

And I gotta figure out how to clean this shit up before it all blows up in my face.

Because Ican'trisk losing her.

And I don’t even want to imagine what’ll happen if she ever finds out the real reason Malcolm made me her client.

The only fix I could see?

Blow up her whole life and build it back from scratch.

Start with her mama.

Walk it all the way down to Malcolm.

Make sure by the time the truth comes out…

I’m the only one standing next to her.

“Kentrell…” Zoe whispered, her breath shaky as my thumb toyed with her clit.

Her hips rolled slow, chasing the friction she was desperate for. But I kept the rhythm steady, just massaging her—watching the way her body responded, listening to every moan and sigh she tried to hold back.

“Who she fucking?” I asked, flicking faster.

“Mmm.” She twitched, her eyes snapping down to me.

She was biting her lip, fighting two urges—one to cum, and one to come clean. She was trying to play it tough. That’s cute.

But I was gon’ break her.

I stopped cold, just before she could tip over.

Her whole face dropped. The disappointment was instant—and I laughed, low and mean. It would be short lived.

“Come here,” I said, motioning her forward with a crook of my finger.

She blinked, confused. “Huh?”

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