Nylah stirred in her sleep, becoming hot, feeling Kentrell's body weight on top of her.
She turned over to push him off, letting his arm remain around her waist, attempting to doze back off.
Feeling her phone buzzing multiple times in a row, she frowned, reaching under pillow to silence it, figuring it was an alarm.
As it kept buzzing, she pulled it from under the pillow, unlocking it with Face ID, seeing over 300,000 notifications from Instagram, making her eyes go wide.
She quickly switched over to the app, seeing her being tagged under a post with many follow requests now occupying her page.
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"Oh my mothafucking gawd." She facepalmed herself, staring in disbelief at her screen.
She arose from the bed, not caring when Kentrell began to stir in his sleep, walking to the bathroom.
She brushed her teeth, washing her face after powering her phone off, all of the notifications steady flooding in.
She patted her face dry, and then she took a quick shower, wrapping a towel around her body afterwards, seeing Kentrell brushing his teeth at the sink.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she could feel Kentrell's eyes on her backside as she rubbed lotion in on her body.
"Baby you okay?" He asked, watching as she pulled on a pair of white panties.
She didn't respond, pulling a pair of boxers on over them, and he watched her ass move as she pulled them up.
"Symani you still mad at me?" He mumbled, walking to stand in front of her.
"Move." She pushed his face away once he tried to kiss her.
"I said I was sorry. What you wan'?" He frowned as she pulled a muscle shirt over her head.
"For you and all your dumb ass fans to leave me the fuck alone." She mumbled, packing her bag, and he ran his hand down his face.
"I didn't have nothin' to do wit' them finding you." He told her, and she didn't respond, reaching for her shoes, and he pushed them out of the way.
"Stop trying to leave me. Please." He wrapped his arms around her, securing her in place, making her frown.
"I love you. I'm sorry for cussing you out, I was mad. I shouldn't have took it out on you, I don't know how to control that sh-stuff. I'm sorry. I don't want you to leave me." He mumbled, and she shook her head, covering her face. He'd done it again.
