The Pressure

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I woke up with a banging head ache. I grabbed my head, sittng up and groaning. I looked over and remembered what I did last night.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

"Shit." I whispered, looking down at him while he was still sleeping. I got up from my bed, walking straight to my bathroom and closing and locking the door.

I looked at myself in the mirror, groaning.

My hair was matted, my makeup was ruined. I looked like shit and the way I felt wasn't too far off.

I immediately jumped in the shower, washing all of the regrets from last night off me. I groaned again. I can't believe I really had sex with August Alsina. I must have been drunk as shit. And my headache was telling me I was right.

After I did my hygiene, I walked out into my room, not bothering to keep my towel wrapped around me.

Dumbass move.

August was sitting up on my bed just flipping through the channels on the tv.

He looked up at me and a smirk immediately grew on his face. "Damn."

I mentally face palmed myself and walked straight to my closet, shutting the door. I put on my matching panty and bra set from Victoria Secret and slid on a white crop top and my burgundy maxi skirt that hugged my lil thighs. I walked out, and he was gone. Not his shirt, which was still laid across my floor. I shook my head.

I walked into my kitchen and seen him going through my fridge.

"Can I help you?" I asked with a attitude. He turned around, giving me a once over and returning his eyes back to the fridge.

"Yeah, a nigga hungry." He clicked his tongue pulling out waffles and eggs.

"Well a nigga know where the Waffle House is at." I snapped, grabbing my food and putting it back in the fridge. He smacked his lips again.

"Why can't I eat here?"

"Because you ont know me well enough to be eating my food."

"I sure knew you enough to eat that pussy last night." He smirked, coming closer to me. I rolled my eyes, putting my had on his chest.

"I was drunk." was my only reply.

"You sure as hell ain't ride me like you was drunk."

"Get out." I snapped, pushing him towards the door.

"Aye, what I do?" He asked putting his hands up in defense.

"Last night happened. You got some pussy. What you wanna stick around for?"

"I don't want this to be a one night stand. I actually wanna get to know you, ma." He said, honesty in his voice. "At least give me your number."

I looked at him, wondering if he was honestly telling the truth or not. I mean, he was gorgeous. And he seemed relaxed. But he also seemed like he had a lot of groupie hoes throwin pussy at him all the time.

"Ion know.." I muttered. I knew his type. Hell, Chris was his type! Do I want a Chris running around hoein' on me? Nah.

"I'll see you around, August." I opened the door, waiting for him to walk out. He sighed, and hung his head low before walking out. He turned around to say something, but I closed the door before he could get a word out.

Time to get yo mind back where the money at, baby.

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