"To clarify DJ and Aug are NOT brothers. David is DJ's younger brother's friend. Hope this help those confused."
Jazmine POV-
I dragged the heavy bag of clean linen I had up the stairs and plopped on my living room couch.
I had to take a break. My back was killing me. I was tired. I was hungry. And I just wanted to lay my behind but I couldn't.
A small bell rang out.
"I can't do this." I muttered to myself as I allowed myself to take a moment to rest.
The bell rang again.
Aug and David had successful surgeries which, don't get me wrong I am so grateful for.
But now we're back in Georgia. DJ 'a back on tour with Brandy and I was tasked with taking care of both of them during their respective recoveries.
David wasn't that bad. He only called on me when he really needed me. And he had nobody to take care of him so I didn't mind.
But that August Alsina.
The bell rang out again. "Baby."
I wanted to take that bell and stick it where the sun didn't shine. He was milking this for all he could.
"Jazmine." I heard David ring his bell.
"Coming guys hold on." I screamed toward the bedrooms.
My doorbell rang. I sighed then got it.
"Amber!!" I screamed for joy.
"I came to bring you your mail
From the office." She handed it to me. I had asked her to do that for me, since I couldn't do it watching the guys. But I needed another favor."Amb I need another favor friend." I smiled and hugged her.
"What?" She didn't hug back.
"Babe!" Aug screamed out.
I rolled my eyes.
"I told you the whole thing with Aug And my assistant David."
"Yeah?" I wrapped my arm around hers and closed the door.
"I have to take care of both of them. Since you're still on leave with nothing to do, can you please let David stay at your house and take care of him."
"I don't know him. I can't have strange men in my house." She loudly whispered.
"He's a great guy and he's not as worrisome as Aug. But taking care of them both is draining."
"Jazz." David called out in pain.
"I'm coming guys please hold on." I yelled back to him.
"I'll pay you Amb. set the price. please!"
"I'm sorry Jazz." She was about to walk out the door.
"He Looks just like August." I tempted her. "But he's older and has more muscles. And you know you can't resist a man with muscles."
"Is it a six pack?"
"Girl an 8 pack." I exaggerated.
He had a body yes but give me a break I'm trying to sell this thing. Ya feel me?
"Let me see him first."
"Are you serious? So you're discriminating?"
"I can't take care of nobody ugly child. If God don't like ugly, why should I? But if he look hunty, Mama Amb cAn work with it." She swerved her hips.
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The Publicist
FanfictionAfter getting into a fight that went viral almost ruining his career, August Alsina's manager D calls on Jazmine to be his publicist. Can Jazmine fix August's image and find love in the process?