Protector.

34.

Few days later.

Wynter Dawson.

I was sitting on Kentrell's couch programming numbers into my new phone as people were sending them to me through snap and things like that. Kentrell didn't even know I was here but the guys were here so I was sure it was cool if I lounged. Honestly I just wanted to be in his presence.

He suddenly came downstairs and our eyes locked for only a second, he adjusted his sweats and pointed to me, "what'chu doin' hea?"

I didn't bother replying I just stood to my feet and started walking towards the front door. "Ay," Kentrell called out but i refused to turn around. I grabbed the handle about to pull the door open only for him to slam it back. I finally turned and faced him, "didn't i ask you sum?"

All eyes were on us.

"You might've."

His eyebrows furrowed in anger, "what tha fuck is you doin' hea? I ain't tell you to come over hea and i damn sure ain't tryna deal wit yo ass right nah," he admitted in my face. "Cause you dealing with somebody else?" I nearly shouted and right on cue someone was coming down the steps. It was none other than Jania wearing a tank top and simple shorts, "okay so what the problem is cause yall gone wake Kacey."

"That was all the confirmation I needed, don't say shit when I Start back fucking Tez," I spat in his face.

Kentrell looked me up and down, "bitch'chu probably already was."

I pushed him out of my face and I exited the house. I looked back slightly to see he was following behind me, "nah what'chu leavin' for?" He questioned. "Kentrell fuck you im gone," I shouted at him. He forced my body up against my car door as I was hitting the unlock button. I swallowed and stared into his dark eyes, "if you gone hit me then just do it cause you've been acting like thats what you wanna do to me lately."

He released my wrists and surveyed my clothing, "fuck you too."

I wiped my tears and pushed my small hands into his chest once more, "I fucking hate you," I admitted while smushing his face as far as i could. He looked in another direction and tried his best to move my hands out of his personal space. "Wynter stop puttin' yo fuckin' hands on me," he spat throwing me up againsg the car once more. He was now standing with his legs spreaded at my side as both my hands were clasped together by his. My breasts were squished together as my upper arms squeezed from being sandwiched between his body and the car.

I swear the entire time could feel his dick growing harder as each minute passed.

"Kentrell let me go!" I shouted.

I suddenly heard Jania hollering at us with a baby crying rather loudly in the distance. "What is you fighting with her for? Let her go Kentrell," she announced over the cries.

"She keep hittin' me in my fuckin' face," he spat.

"That explains why your dick hard?" I wondered having his eyes fall to me, "stop playin' my shit ain't hard." I realized he had a cut under his eye probably from when i was pushing his face, I had no clue my nails were that sharp.

"Take him in the fuckin' house!" Kentrell shouted at Jania. Who was still trying to figure out what was going on. He pulled my body from the car having it face him entirely, I watched his grip tighten on my wrists, "you gon' stop?" I nodded slowly, "you not worth my time no more."

He chuckled letting me go, "its like dat?"

"Yeah nigga its exactly like that."

I turned to open my door and he wrapped his arms around my waist, forcing his lower half into my backside, "stop playin'."