𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑 | ᴋᴅɢ

3.

3 days later.

Kentrell laid awake in his bed, it was currently 2pm. Not an unusual time to be awake, but he hadn't been to sleep in almost a full 72 hours.

He just couldn't do it. He didn't know why it was so hard for him to go to sleep. He'd took a few different drugs, got stupid high, and still-wide awake.

He rarely ever fought his body. If his body wasn't tired and ready to go to sleep, he wouldn't go the extra mile to make it, like honestly, what could he even do?

Kentrell was bored. His room was dark, and the only noise in his house was from his boys playing the game downstairs. He wanted something to do.

He unlocked his phone, looking at the picture of Nylah on his lock screen. She had yet to accept his follow request, granted it might have been weird to see 'NBA Youngboy' request your private page that had less than 1,000 followers.

He missed her. She was so beautiful to him, and he didn't know if it was her physical looks, or just because he was in love with her scent.

He found the most random things attractive. He would definitely like a girl because of how she smelled over how she looked-not that he would go after the ugly duckling, but, you know.

He could remember her nicely shaped almond eyes, a dark shade of brown with a very small hint of green in one of them. He wondered what that was.

He had only got to stare at her face for a few seconds because he was too focused on her nicely polished white toes that had stuck out of a pair of YSL sandals.

That was one of his weaknesses. He didn't know what it was, or wear it came from. He wanted to see hers up close, he needed to see her in general.

Kentrell looked down, seeing his long shaft standing at attention, begging to be released from the entrapment of his boxers-just from thinking about her.

He rubbed his hand over his dick, clutching it as he stood up from his bed, chuckling to himself.

Taking a quick shower, he dressed in a pair of black sweats with the matching hoodie, a pair of black Air Force ones as his choice of shoe.

He sprayed cologne on himself, and then walked downstairs.

"I be back." He announced, grabbing a pair of car keys from his hook.

"Don't get arrested demon." KD whistled, and Kentrell flicked him off, walking to his large garage.

He picked out a more normal car than his expensive ones, a Kia Optima, getting inside and cranking it up. He pulled out of the garage, driving out of his neighborhood.

He glanced down over his phone as he drove, his finger hovering over Nylah's number that he'd finally was able to obtain from more than thirty minutes of searching.

Nylah was really private with her life. He could barely find anything about her, no addresses, cars, bills, nothing registered under name. He couldn't find her and that made him upset.

He clicked the call icon after dialing from his burner phone, placing it on speaker and muting his mic. It rung out for a few seconds, before the call connected.

"Hello?" Her soft voice came through, and he lowly groaned, his dick hardening at the slight natural rasp in her voice.

"Helloooo?" She drug her sentence, her voice so small and cute, that it made his stomach flutter.

The dial tone came through the speakers of his phone, and he chuckled, tossing it in his cup holder. She'd just made his day without even realizing.

After driving for about thirty minutes or so, he pulled up to a dimly lit alley, turning his car off, parking under a shadow that shaded his already dark car.