Thug Love ( August Alsina Story)

Chapter 12

Lala POV

I woke up with a massive headache. Guess I'm having a hangover. I slowly rub my eyes, removing the crust that had formed in my inner corners over night. When I was fully woken up, I realized that I wasn't in my bed. Actually, I wasn't even in my house. I was laying in what seemed to be a California King Bed. I immediately hopped out the bed and noticed that i still had my clothes on from the night before. Was I kidnapped? As I walked towards the door, the smell of maple bacon and Italian sausage hit my nose. I was famished so i quickly made my way down the stairs, still being very cautious. When I got to the kitchen, I let out a long sigh. I saw Steph standing at the stove, shirtless. Yum! I cleared my throat, making my presence known. He slightly jumped and jerked his head around to face me.

Steph: Damn ma. Scared the shit out of me.

La: Sorry but where am I?

Steph: Oh, when I was driving you home, you fell asleep and I didn't know your address so I brought you to my house. I didn't know if you felt comfortable with me putting some pajamas on you, so I just left you in what you had on.

La: Soooooo where did you sleep?

He pointed towards the livingroom, where I saw some blankets and pillows on top of a huge all white sofa.

Steph: You hungry ma?

La: I'm starving.

Steph laughed and started to prepare our plates. I saw him put cheesy eggs, maple bacon, sausage, grits, and home fries on my plate. He sat down and placed my plate in front of me. Just when I was about to dive in, Steph cleared his throat. I looked up at him.

La: What?

Steph: We have to say our grace before we eat.

I giggled a little.

La: Oh. I forgot.

When I bowed my head, I felt a pair of hands slide into mine as if they were a glove. He held onto my hands and began to pray.

When he finished, I quickly grabbed my fork and dug into the eggs and grits. I heard Steph laughing at the way I was eating.

Steph: Ma, the food ain't gon' walk off your plate.

La: Hush boy.

After we were finished eating, Steph took our plates and washed them while I wiped down the table and fixed the chairs. I sat on the couch waiting for him.

Steph: So, do you want me to bring you home or you want to stay here for a little while longer?

I thought for a moment. I have to go home cause I have a lot of bills to pay. But, I don't want to leave him. I like being with him. He makes me happy and I actually feel appreciated.

La: Well, if I stay with you, what are we going to do?

I stared at him seductively, hoping that he would get the hint. He walked over and stood directly in front of me. When I looked up, he seemed as if he were a skyscraper. He bent down so his face was leveled with mine. It took all of me and then some to hold my hands back from touching his fully sculpted abs. Hairs raised on my arms as he placed his palm on my inner thigh, almost touching my -- well you know. Just when I thought I was about to get the works, he kissed my forehead and rose from his position. I pouted as if I were a 5 year old who just got their lollipop taken away.

Steph: I'll save that for some other time. If you be a good little girl.

La: Alright.

Steph: You want to go to the mall today?