Kyiana's POV
"This is your house?" I asked. "Yeah." August said getting my bags out the car. "Nigga, you living it up." I said. "Don't say nigga." he said, laughing. "Why?" "Well...you are too pretty to be saying that." he said. I just looked at him. "What? It don't sound right coming from a girl." he said walking up to the house. I walked behind him. When we got in the house, I had to admit August had some taste. The house was made for a man who had at all. Even if what he is doing is illegal. "Follow me. Your room is this way." he said. We went upstairs to the room. "Nice." I said putting my purse on the table near the bed. I fell backwards on the bed. I sighed. "Why are you doing this? I mean you barely know me but yet you act like I am a long time friend." I said. August sat down beside me. "I do it to show people that I'm not just a bad guy or the guy with alot of money." "But you are that guy." I said. "That's only what people see to the eyes. Not the soul lil ma." he said getting up. "Imma let you settle in. I will be in my office if you need me. It's the first door on the right on the first floor." he said. "Okay." I said starting to unpack. He smiled at me and left shutting the door behind him.
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Make It Home (EDITING)
FanfictionA Chick Who's Trying Make It. A Dude Who Wants Someone To Make It With. They Meet Kind Of Weird But When They Do, One Question Remains: Will They Make It Home?
