i already miss writing about 21nbaquando so i'm fulfilling my needs😈
at least with dis book, i'll be using my favorite songs to be an inspiration for the chapters to help me write thangs easier. this book is also lowercase intended, in case people didn't read the bio!
y'all know the drill. excuse them mf errors, cuz!
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kentrell was fed up with everything.
nothing appealed to the man's interest anymore.
and this was him thinking this thought while he was currently in the strip club. looking at one of the strippers dancing on him with boredom on his face.
this scene was becoming tiring to him - and it had been quickly. he noticed the dancer had taken a liking to him but he wasn't going to feed into that temptation like he used to do.
the woman began touching all over him, seeing if she can rouse the man up but to no avail. he wasn't giving her the attention that she wanted but she planned to change that immediately.
she tried to lean forward and plant her lips onto the man but he easily avoided it by moving his head to the side; his hand making its way between their faces to stop the action immediately.
one thing kentrell hated was people being all in his space. especially on days when he didn't want to be bothered by other people. and he definitely didn't want or allow random women to kiss him out of the blue either.
kentrell waved the woman off of him and she did so with embarrassment on her face.
the man pulled a wad of cash and handed it to her, removing himself from the velvet red loveseat and leaving the private booth. he was originally here with his homeboys, but for some reason, he didn't want to engage with his usual activities tonight.
he took a quick peek at his glistening rolex watch to see that the time was nine-thirty at night. usually, he would've been in the club until late hours but for the last week and a half, he had become fed up with the routine.
maybe something was wrong with him? he honestly couldn't tell and he didn't have the patience in him at the moment to figure it out either.
kentrell made his way out to the main floor to see if he could find joe and ben but found them nowhere to be seen. he knew automatically that they were in a private booth of their own with a stripper of their own, and decided to send off a quick text to tell them that he was leaving.
he maneuvered his way through the crowd and toward the front door, narrowly dodging the touches the other dancers were trying to give him. as soon as he made it outside, he felt the cold, chilling air and shivered slightly, adjusting his bubble coat on his shoulders.
pulling the pre-rolled blunt from behind his ear and the lighter from his pocket, he placed it between his lips and flicked the lighter on the ends. he inhaled the toxins easily before letting it fall past his lips, dwelling in the relaxing feeling.
