Page 96 of Kentrell

Jaw already tightening, I answered. “Yo.”

“Whatchu on?”

“Nothing, just got up,” I said casually.

“You at home?”

“Nah.”

“Where you at?”

“Man, quit asking me shit.” She laughed.

I didn’t.

Because I wasn’t in the mood.

My eyes stayed on the wall in front of me, body still tense. I hadn’t toldnobody—not even my mama—what I walked in on at Yam’s apartment. And that shit was still playing on loop in the back of my head.

Meanwhile, Star kept rambling, listing off errands and random shit she needed to do today like nothing was wrong.

“You gon’ be up in the Velvet Room tonight?” she asked, cutting into my thoughts.

“Nah,” I replied. “I ain’t planned on it. Why?”

“You do know it’s Wani mama and her sister birthday today?”

Damn.

I’d forgotten.

I swiped a hand down my face, exhaling as the smell of Zoe’s body wash crept out of the bathroom—sweet, clean, damn near hypnotizing. My body already wanted to follow her in there.

“Man, I ain’t tryna spend no night in a strip club with Wani mama nem,” I muttered.

Star cackled. “You so damn stupid.”

“I’ma grab they gift today and drop it off with Wani.”

“A’ight, cool. I’ma letchu go.”

“Yeah, a’ight.” I hung up without waiting for anything else.

Tossed my phone on the bed.

Then took a deep breath and tried to shake off the anger creeping up my spine again.

Let that shit go.

I headed toward the bathroom, my feet slowing as I reached the door. Zoe was in there, rinsing off under the water, her back arched just enough for me to catch a full view of her ass through the glass.

Wet.

Sudsy.

Dripping.

Fuck.

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