No Love [August Alsina & Amber R. Fanfiction]

Chapter 4: Shiesty

Brandy POV

I have been blowing up August's phone with calls and text and this nigga still hasn't returned not one of them yet. I was getting heated more and more by the second. I went over to grab my cellphone and tried to dial his number one more time., but again to no avail I couldn't reach him. I just hauled the phone across the room as the screen cracked. Since he wanted to play that game then I'd be glad to play it with him. To think that this nigga thought he could sleep with that fat bitch and have no repercussions then he thought wrong. I went to go pick up my phone to see if it still worked and luckily it did. I had went through my contact list and scrolled to the letter C.

To Crazy Dick 😩👅🍆:

Hey bae 😍

From Crazy Dick 😩👅🍆:

Wassup?

To Crazy Dick 😩👅🍆:

You know wassup😉 I want that Zaddy zick.

I sent him hoping his ass would hurry up and write back. I wanted dick and I wanted it now.

From Crazy Dick 😩👅🍆:

Word? So pull-up then.

That's all he needed to say before I quickly threw on my clothes and hoped in my car. Since August wanted to be shiesty I could too and I was sure as hell gonna make sure mine was ten times worst.

I went down the highway and got off at the nearest exit to this house. When I pulled up I parked in his driveway and quickly got out. I rung his doorbell and not soon after did he open the door shirtless. He licked his lips at me and then bit his bottom lip. He eagerly pulled me into the house as I pounced on him, wrapping my legs around his waist. Our lips collided and he walked us upstairs and into his bedroom. He tossed me onto the bed and gave me a ravenous gaze. I leaned back on the bed and fondled with the sensitive parts of my body. I knew what I was about to do was sinful, but I knew it'd be worth every inch of penetration.

August POV

"I remember wakin' up, bein broke
but still it wasn't breakin' us
I remember why I broke the rules,
cuz I ain't really have nobody to look up to I remember cuttin' class, bein' bad, cuz I ain't have what them other kids had I remember wishin' that I knew my dad, then I remember wishin' I could get him back
For every single night that he told me he was comin' and he didn't,
for every single dollar that my mama 'nem was missin'
For every thing I wanted and was told I couldn't get it,
and that I had to face it that my daddy was addicted (damn)
That's right it wasn't easy growin' up, mama was exposin' us to life as she knew it
So we all went through it,
I remember bein' down and out, sleepin, on my homie's couch
In & outta trouble ever since my mama put me out

Damn it's gettin real, Damn it's gettin real
Didn't graduate, I'm thinkin damn I gotta deal
So I hit da block, sellin rocks just to eat a meal
So I grabbed da Glock, kept it cocked..
Peace is still

In da back of da tracks, my nigga's stayed wit da packs
And if a nigga was schemin', my brotha stayed with tha gat
Yea, yea we stayed in da trap, yea everyday in da trap
These ho's was chasin' da cheese, so we would stay wit da rat's
And we was ridin down, dippin low, I stayed in da back
In the X5 stuntin, we ain't know how to act
Spendin' money like it's nothin, cuz we gone get it back
17 never thought that I'd be gettin dem racks, had a dream but I said I wasn't fuckin' wit that
Mel told me I would make it, I ain't fuckin wit that..
but he told me that it wouldn't hurt to give it a try
Hardest thing out in New Orleans never see 25