Dream picked up another pair of jeans from a box of denim clothes, and unzipped the zipper so that she could try them on-wanting to see if they still could fit.

Her attention adverted as Kentrell walked in her bedroom, holding his phone and a double stacked styrofoam cup.

"Say hello, Nana." Kentrell stood behind her in the mirror, and she smiled, looking over at his phone to see him recording her. That's all he did was vlog. He loved going back to watch memories, having learned from his grandparents who used to do it all the time.

"Hi," She waved, then looked down at the jeans that she was trying to pull up over her thick thighs. There was no use though. She was outgrowing all of her clothes, and she hated that.

"My baby thick as fuck," He angled the camera lower, showing the laced purple thongs she was wearing that matched her bra.

"Stop recording and help me." She mumbled, pouting at him through the mirror. He chuckled, sitting his phone down on the empty dresser to attempt to help her.

Grabbing the belt hooks of her jeans, he was able to get them above her thighs, but as soon as he reached the cuff of her ass, the belt hooks ripped, and so did the inner leg material.

"Oh my goddd," She groaned in annoyance, rolling her eyes as she listened to him laugh. That was literally the third pair of jeans that she would have to throw out.

"It's not funny, Kentell. I don't even know what I'm gaining weight from." She held a frown on her face, holding his shoulders as he pulled her pants back down.

"Whatever it's from, keep doing it. You pretty as fuck," He kissed her thigh, and she chuckled, stepping out of the jeans.

"Whatever. I give up." She tossed them into the box that was labeled trash, and then climbed on her bed that no longer had a bed set on it.

Dream was currently in the midst of packing her house up, because she had finally been able to put a down deposit on the house that she'd been wanting since she was 19. She was so surprised that no one had bought it yet since the house was drop-dead gorgeous.

She couldn't wait to move in. Packing was the worst thing about moving though. Dream had hundreds of pieces of clothes in her closet. Some that still had a tag on it, and some that had been there since she was a teenager-like the oversized MuMu her mom used to wear.

She was having such a hard time going through what to keep and what to throw away, and Kentrell was no help at all. All he did was ask questions and tape the boxes shut for her. It was low-key cute.

He'd been home with her for the last three days, and Dream had been afraid the whole time that Dayvon would appear at random. She had been doing a good job keeping him away though. Her plan was to have Kentrell go back home a little later today so that Von could come over.

This was exhausting. Dream had been looking at polyamorous relationships on TikTok, and she just didn't understand how they did it so comfortably. She felt guilty as hell. Probably because neither of her 'partners' knew about it, or so she thought.

"Say bye bye, Nana." Kentrell laid on top of her, smiling once she stuck her middle finger up, looking at his camera with a blank expression.

He stopped recording on his phone, and then sat up, eating some of the crushed ice that was in his styrofoam cup.

"Don't be sad. You sad?" He sat his cup on the nightstand, and then laid back down on the side of her so that her body faced his.

"No." She mumbled; she was just frustrated. Nothing had changed within her diet, so how the hell was she outgrowing jeans that she'd only bought
a month ago?

"Yes you is. I'a take you shopping for some more jeans. What you do, you order them online or wha'?" He kissed her nose, and she chuckled, her face warming up.

"I don't wanna buy anymore if I'm just going to get too big for those too." She sighed, laying her head in the crease of her arms.

A smile fell over her face as Kentrell shimmied his way underneath her arms so that she held him, and then moved over to be as close as he could get to her body.

"You ain't too big, them pants just too little. We can find some that's yo' size, or just pick your favorite ones and we can go get 'em tailored to fit you." He suggested, and she nodded her head as her smile remained.

"You are so sweet." She rubbed the diamond tattoo under his eye, then leaned her head forward to give him a small kiss.

"Let me get another one." He requested, and she obliged, giving him another kiss.

"One more."

"One more, foreal this time." He said again after her third kiss, causing her to smile before she gave him yet another kiss.

This time, he grabbed her face to keep her there, sucking on her bottom lip for entrance to her mouth. After granting it, a low moan escaped from her lips from how slowly he was kissing her; yet still so nasty.

"Mhm, swallow it." He spoke low in her mouth after spitting inside of it, and her eyes dazed as she did as told, but kept her gaze locked on his. She stuck her tongue out to show him that she had swallowed his spit, and he lowered his head to suck her pink tongue back inside of his mouth.

She moaned again, wrapping her arms around his neck once he climbed on top of her, positioning himself in between her legs. Her phone begin to ring, but both of them ignored it as their passionately sloppy kiss intensified, gripping on each other's bodies with need.

"What you doin'? You wet, mama?" He kept her legs spread after she had attempted to close them, but obviously couldn't since he was in between them.

"Yes. Help me, please?" She nervously asked, her breathing pattern speeding up from the pulsing heartbeat she could feel going through her lower half.

Kentrell sat up, pulling his shirt from over his head, and then laid down on his back. He caught her by pure surprise once he effortlessly picked her up, and hovered her above his face.

As soon as he got a whiff of her scent, he let out a long and loud groan, his dick immediately erecting in his sweats, throbbing at her enticing aroma. The obsession was now there, and in full effect.

"Aw fuck," He grunted, distracted from his original task, slightly elevating his hips to ease the throb in his shaft.

Dream couldn't even get a word out before her panties had been pulled to the side, and she was forced to rest her complete weight on his face.

"Oh my god," She let out a low cry of pleasure after he wasted no time to suck her clit in his mouth, still so sensitive since she wasn't used to getting head yet.

His tongue slid around the soft nub, keeping her lower set of lips spread by using two of his fingers, and simultaneously kept her still by locking his arms around her thighs.

"Quit fuckin' movin'." He grunted against her, and her mouth fell open as he used those same two fingers to slid inside her entrance; with ease, due to how wet she was.

Dream tried to keep her eyes open, being rubbed down with baby oil, fresh out of a shower with Kentrell. It had been over an hour since his head was between her legs, and yet, she still could barely move.

"I'm sorry," He told her, seeing how red her clit was, and she attempted to wave him off, but couldn't raise her hand high enough. This was crazy.

If she wouldn't have stopped him, Kentrell would've sucked on her until he physically couldn't anymore. Dream couldn't handle it. She could barely talk right now.

"You so pretty." He kissed her cheek, and then left a softer one on her lips, earning a smile from her.

"Thank you pumpkin." She held the back of his head, letting him lay on top of her. Though it was a close one, she was sure that Kentrell was possibly even more clingier than Dayvon was. He couldn't stay off of her for more than a few seconds.

She didn't mind with either, though. It was so heart-warming to her that they could like her so much that they couldn't be away from her for long. Equally, she was filled with guilt for her actions.

What Dream didn't realize was that Kentrell already knew what she was doing, but was playing the game far worse than she was. Neither her nor Dayvon had clued in on what he was doing yet.

The only reason Dayvon hadn't, was because him and Kentrell weren't technically on speaking terms. He called himself genuinely cutting Kentrell off, which only made room for Kentrell to become closer with Dream.

Unfortunately, he couldn't be by himself. If Dayvon and Ben both didn't want him, he had to occupy himself with someone else. Only this time, he actually liked this 'someone else', that someone being Dream. This wasn't apart of his 'plan', and he hated that he'd actually got his feelings involved in this.

He could admit that it was completely dumb to begin with, thinking he had some mastermind plan that had obviously been a failure from the beginning. He was too absorbed in his delusions to realize that though.

It would all unfold sooner than they thought.

"You just don't know beauty, and that's fine." Dream chuckled, holding her hair up as she pulled on a random tee shirt.

"What that gotta do wit' anything? I'm just tired of looking at that." He told her, and she gasped, turning around to face him.

"What? Yo' blonde look way better. You can wear the fake hair, just dye it." He gestured, unsure of the correct hair terms to use.

Kentrell was currently explaining to her that he liked her natural hair more than he did this black curly wig that she was wearing. Something about blonde just suited her better.

"Maybe I should try a blonde wig. I've only ever gotten extensions." She muttered the last part to herself, climbing back in her bed with him.

He opened his arms, then wrapped them around her waist once she straddled herself on his lap. A low chuckle left his lips at how she knew to rest her complete weight on him since that was what he liked.

"You sleepy now?" He kneaded her ass in his large palms, and she nodded her head as her eyes grew heavy. He had done far more than tired her out.

Before she could close her eyes, there was low whining that could be heard at her door, and she immediately sat up, standing to her feet again.

"Every time that dog whine, you run straight ta' his ass." Kentrell shook his head from the bed, and she waved him off, opening up her bedroom door.

Midnight stood there in his strong stance, his long undocked tail wagging powerfully while he held his leash in his mouth-a signal to Dream that he needed to go on a walk.

"Kentrell, you wanna go walk with us?" She asked him, and he looked away from her ass and towards her face, before sitting up.

As soon as he did so, Midnight began to growl, and positioned himself in front of Dream as if he would soon attack Kentrell-the exact thing he always did when Dayvon was over. He really didn't play about her.

"Mane I'ah bust a bullet in y-,"

"Stop it," Dream hit his chest, and he laughed, grabbing his hoodie from her dresser, then pulled it over his head.

"Down, Midnight." She pointed at him next, and he laid in front of her feet, his tail beginning to wag again.

"How you get him so trained?" Kentrell followed her out of her bedroom, making sure to keep a safe distance from Midnight.

"My papa did it when we first got him. Taught him how to attack too, that's why I be so foreal when I tell him to leave ya-you, alone." She barely caught herself from saying 'y'all', and thankfully, Kentrell didn't notice.

"I thought you said yo' daddy ain't like him?"

"He doesn't. He still had to train him, though, because we needed him. When we first got him, and he got big enough; he was the farm dog. Like, he used to fight off coyotes that tried to eat the cows and stuff." She explained, clipping on Midnight's tactical harness, then clipped his leash on the hook.

"Damn. So he can fight foreal?" Kentrell chuckled, draping his arm over her shoulders once she stood back upright.

"Yeah. That's why I have to keep this harness on him. He's really good with kids, but he can tell the difference between a kid and an adult. He can get aggressive sometimes with strangers-especially men. I don't know why." She shrugged, locking her front door after they had made it outside.

"That's good though. In case somebody break in yo' shit, he got allat' handled." He walked alongside her towards the sidewalk, pulling his hood over his head.

"Yep. I love my little baby. I low-key want another dog, but I think I'll wait until I get my new house for that." She wrapped her arm around Kentrell's torso, letting him hold the leash to Midnight since he was stronger than her.

"Why don't you get like-a fish or somethin'," He heavily sighed in a manner to be dramatic, seeing as though he obviously hated dogs.

"Stop hating on dogs. If they knew how to shoot, I'm sure you'd love them." She rolled her eyes, and he smirked. It was true.

"Whatever. Dat' ain't da' point. Look at them people lookin' at you." He gestured with his head, and she looked in that direction, seeing a few women picking mangos from a tree on the other side of the gravel street.

The three women were dressed in handmade old-fashioned dresses, ones that were prehistorically worn by pilgrim women. They had matching knitted hats, and their hair was hidden; pinned up into their hats.

Most likely gathering fruit for their homes from the vast public garden, Dream knew that they were probably talking to each other about Kentrell's tattoos, as well as both of their wardrobes.

"Come on, let's go this way." She guided him to make a left turn that would eventually take them back towards her house.

She was too worried about the women gossiping amongst themselves, she just didn't want it to get back to her father; although there was a high probability that it would.

He would wreak havoc if he knew that she was strolling their Amish community with someone like Kentrell. Maybe she should've let him wait at her house until she got back. She wasn't expecting anyone to be out at this time though, they should've been at church right now.

"What's wrong?" Kentrell looked down at her, noticing how quiet she had got while they let Midnight handle his business at a dog-stop.

"I don't want them to tell my father, but I know they will. He already thinks I'm a disappointment as it is." She leaned her head on his chest, and he lowered his, leaving a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Don't be talkin' like that. You just different than him, that's all. You ain't no disappointment." He rubbed her back, and she quietly sighed to herself.

"Thank you, Kentrell." She looked up at him, briefly closing her eyes as their lips met for a kiss. She smiled once he attempted to deepen it, pulling back before he could.

"You so pretty mama," He kissed her cheek next, and her smile grew even wider, showing her perfect set of white teeth.

"Stop making me blush." She hid her face in his chest, and he chuckled, kissing her forehead once more, then whistled to grab Midnight's attention.

The three of them finished the walk back to Dream's home, and was able to do so without being prodded at by other curious eyes, thankfully.

When they arrived back home, Dream cooked dinner, and ended up making fried cabbage, and fried garlic parmesan lamb chops. She made herself, Kentrell, and of course, Midnight, a plate.

"Slow down. Acting like yo' plate running away from you or something." Dream chuckled, picking up some cabbage on her fork.

"Niggas don't eat good like this no more. My grandma used to cook like this all the time." He told her, stirring more hot sauce in on his cabbage.

"All the money you have and you haven't invested in a chef?" She rose an eyebrow in confusion, looking over at Midnight who was gnawing through a bone from his lamb chop.

"I never really thought about it. I just order me some wing stop or somethin' when I get hungry. I'm surprised I ain't fat as fuck." He shrugged, standing up from his seat to go get seconds.

"Just wasting money. I never understood celebrities, honestly. It nothing to just learn how to cook for yourself."

"Why do that when I got millions in the bank? Exactly. You thinking small. You need to be thinking big bi-," Kentrell was cut off as she threw her Gatorade bottle at him, and he ducked, laughing,

"I wasn't gon' finish, foreal." He smiled, kissing her face to excuse himself for jokingly calling her a bitch from the TikTok reference.

"Whatever, punk. Never met a gangster who use TikTok." She rolled her eyes as he sat back beside her, and he smacked his lips.

Before he could even respond, his phone rung, and he raised up from the seat to grab it out of his pocket. Seeing that his mom was calling, he sucked his teeth, rolling his eyes as well.

"Wassam," He answered the call, putting it to his ear. He could already feel his mood about to be ruined.

"Kentrell, yo' damn brother up hea' acting a fuckin' fool! You gave this boy a gun?!" Her loud voice shrieked into the phone, loud enough that Dream could hear it.

"Shit. I'm on my way. Don't let them people call twelve." He said back, and then ended the call without saying anything else.

"It's okay." Dream assured him after seeing the look on his face, and he leaned down to kiss her cheek a few times.

"I'ma call you okay?" He kissed her lips next, and she smiled.

"Okay. Be safe." She briefly kissed him back, then watched as he gathered his things, leaving a few minutes later. She could hear his McLaren rev up from outside, and it went silent soon after.

Dream covered her mouth as she yawned, standing up from the table so that she could begin cleaning up. She figured she would just save the leftovers in her fridge, which was something she rarely did since she knew she would never go back for it.

She put the food up in a Tupperware container, and then her eyebrows furrowed, hearing a car engine sound in her driveway.

Heading for the front door, it was kicked open before she could even reach it, and her frown grew even deeper at the sight of Dayvon.

"Ayanna I swear to god I been tryna keep my cool wit' you. I see I gotta show you how fu' it get 'round this bitch." His hands wrapped around her neck, causing Midnight to run full speed towards them.

At a signal of her hand, he stopped in his tracks, his growls growing loud as he kept his dark eyes on Von, who didn't even flinch at the dog. He was pissed.

"What are you talking about? Let me go, Dayvon." She grabbed on to his wrists, low-key afraid, but mostly confused.

"So that nigga wasn't just at yo' house? You tryna play me like a goofy, Dream? Like I'm fucking stupid?" His grip on her tightened, and her eyes widened at his first statement. How did he know that?!

It had taken some time, but Dayvon had finally figured it out. Kentrell's random likes on his Instagram posts involving Dream, her coming up with excuses when he asked to see her, Kentrell going 'off the grid' when he'd never done that before; and for a brief second, Dayvon swore his mind was playing tricks on him.

Then, on his way to confront Dream about it, an all black McLaren sped past him on the only empty road that led to the Amish community, a McLaren he was all too familiar with. He was pissed off that they'd both been playing in his face, and also mad that it took him so long to put the pieces together.

Purposely, he wouldn't be mentioning that he knew who she had been with, only that he knew she'd been with someone else. He didn't want her to tell Kentrell that he knew, because Dayvon planned to confront him too. Everybody had him fucked up.

"I ain't showed you the type of nigga I really am. I'ah rip yo' fucking head off yo' neck. What the fuck is wrong with you?" His tone lowered, almost demonic, which scared the shit out of her.

"You're scaring me. Please let me go," She held his wrists, and he stared at her for a few seconds, before letting her go, scoffing as he did so.

Dream didn't even get a chance to explain herself before he walked out the same way he'd came in, and left her blandly standing there.

And now, she had a broken door to deal with.

Lol.