Disrespectful. ; An August Alsina FanFiction.

New Her.

Aye you lovely readers check out my new August Alsina and Chris Brown fan fiction. It's called Last Call. I want to warn you. It's not like a lot of others and there are extreme mature chapters.

You have been warned. Lol

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|Danielle|

I opened my eyes trying to remember what was going on. I tossed the comforter off my body, sitting up looking into the wall. I felt as if I could see my new life that was unfolding.

As I went from my wedding to my honeymoon, to my house and kids I saw that there was no space to stick August.

I threw a temper tantrum all over my king sized bed after I realized my house was empty. No one, as if my house could read my mind feeling just like I was.

I reached over and grabbed my phone reading the texts of everyone telling me that they made it home safely.

As I scrolled through I saw one from Eric, but none from August. I get one from him every morning asking me how I was, or if I slept okay, but today there was nothing. I figured Vee-hoe spent the night. Which is something she never did.

I somehow still don't think that his fucking baby, but that's neither here nor there.

I swung my feet towards the direction of my bathroom and stepped down.

"Shit." I stepped on something sharp. I looked down and picked up the condom wrapper from the floor.

"Great, sex with Eric and I can't even remember." I whispered out loud. I got up from the bed and could barely stand up.

I mean if I felt like this I should remember. Put I didn't feel the pain in my thighs, I actually felt it closer to my shin. I looked down at my leg and there was a deep ass gash. It was a gash I don't remember.

I touched it with my finger and winced in pain. "What in the entire fuck?" I reached into the middle of my bed and grabbed my phone calling Eric.

It sounded as he was in the middle of a laugh. "Hello?"

I didn't even give him time to respond before I began trying to get to the bottom of my life. "What the hell happened to my leg, Eric?" The line went silent for a moment and I heard a door close. He must've been at the label.

"I hope you don't think I had anything to do with this, girl." He said straining his voice. I shrugged. I guess maybe I did.

"Woman you were entirely too drunk last night talking about your happily ever after trying to run up the fucking stairs. Talking about you're ready for the 'end of the summer'."

I silently face palmed myself as he continued.

"Then you come in the bed and start being the most aggressive I've ever seen. You even put the condom on me yourself." I could tell he was smiling, but I wasn't.

"Babe, what else happened?" Trying to rush him to the end of his elaborate story.

He sighed. "You told me you couldn't wait to spend the rest of your life with me."

He was lying. I know it. I'm just not going to push the issue while he was working

"Baby, I have to go. Plus you have to get up, don't you have a meeting with Elijah at 12?"

I slapped myself in the forehead running to the bathroom. I put toothpaste on my toothbrush as I hopped into the shower brushing my teeth attempting to wash my body at the same time.

I made it out the door at 11:45. I knew this fucked up traffic was going to have me late. I picked up my phone to send him a quick text and tell him I was running late.

It's pretty stupid of me to think everything is going to be okay with my life. It's like in shambles, but these past few months I've been able to fool everyone. Including myself into thinking I was okay. But because I told everyone I was good I had to stick with it.

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"Don't throw clothes at me Elijah!" I laughed out of control. I had made it to my office at about 12:15 and it's now about 4:30 and I've basically just been chilling here. It's amazing for someone to see music the way I do.

I mean August does, he really does but he's technically not supposed to be around me. I mean for the sake of our reputations and relationships.

It's crazy to think almost a year ago we were inseparable. He was the friend I never knew I had. The guy to get me out of my shell, is what he used to call it.

All I could do was think of him lately. I was thinking of him so much because my life was coming to a complete halt with my marriage getting closer. I was becoming nervous. Something I didn't do in my new found attitude.

In the back of my mind, I still see Aug waiting for me at the alter.

After I got finished with Elijah he was very persistent on getting me out of my work and somewhere with him. "C'mon, ma." He gave me a sly smirk as he convinced me to hop into his Lexus heading towards down town.

"Let me show you what LA is supposed to be like work-a-holic." He just didn't know. I was going to show him how much of a good time I could have.