Lucky Girl

Chapter2 (August)

What's happing, I'm August Alsin, I'm pretty sure yall know that. I'm just gone get straight to the point. I'm feeling my maid. She hard to get. I know she want a nigga, I seen her looking at a nigga from time to time, I also herd her up stairs singing my song. I know yall think I'm a asshole for calling her a ghetto bitch but she pissed me off. I hate when people are right. I'm use to getting anything I want, and honestly I want her. When she put me in check last night that was a turn on, made my dick hard a little bit. That girl know she bad as fuck. I see she a self made woman and that's a plus for her. Anyway it was 2:00 pm, so I won't see her until around 5pm. I got out of bed and headed to the shower. I washed my body thinking about Timia fine ass. I closed my eyes, I fancied about her throwing that pussy back on me while I'm grabbing them hips.

Yes baby deeper, fuck me-Tima screamed

Fuck Baby throw that ass back harder cum for daddy- I said roughly

Ugh! Yes daddy I'm cummin - she came

After she came I turnt her around kissing her from head to toe down to that fat ass pussy of hers. Eating that pussy I wanted her to cum in my mouth.

Cum for me baby- I said

Her body shook and she came.

(Sex fancy over)

I opened my eyes, my dick was rock hard, so I simply beat off in the shower until I came. I washed my body again and got out the shower.
I dried my body and decided to wear my favorite bucket hat, my Black Levis, black Polo Ralph Lauren shirt with my Retro 6's, for my jewelry I put on my solid gold Rollie and my diamond ring and chain, I got me a apple and headed out the door. I hoped in my black on black 2015 Dodge Charger. I love this fucking car, my phone beeped it was my manger.

Come to studio, time to work on Downtown - manger

OK be there in 10- Me

I made a u - turn around the block driving for about 5 minutes, I made it to the studio. I walked in and seen my nigga chilling smoking a blunt.

Wassup Bruh, what u doing here?- I asked

Wassup bruh, I wanted to hear the song- he said

Ight bruh, the shit is hot- I said walking into the booth

My Manger started the beat and I was in my .
******
**********3 Hours later

I was done with the studio and I was headed home. I pulled up to my house to see smart ass sitting on the porch mad. Big mad or little mad? I giggled, I got out the car smiling to myself until she said this.

What the fuck you smiling for?- She asked

I'm laughing at yo mad ass, what u mad fo bruh?- I said

Nigga I ain't yo bruh, if I had a fucking key to the house I work for I wouldn't be standing here mad now would i?- she asked

You ain't got a key because I don't need you bringing yo hoe ass bitches up in my house steeling shit, or I don't need you tricking out my house either shawty so shut the fuck up and get in the house and start your job- I laughed

You a bitch nigga August, I don't have any fucking friends! Only people that are in my life is my fucking son Marshawn! And tricking? Steeling? Nigga look at my car, nigga look at my ice. Bitch look at me! Just because you got cheap ads steeling hoes don't mean I'm one, fuck you August you lucky I like my job because I would kill your petty ass, and oh don't wear sweat pants because your dick is little you bitch ass nigga- she said and walked off

I sat there taking everything in she just said, she was right look at her she's gorgeous! I would be lien if I said she wasn't. I shook my head and walked in the house. I seen ma cleaning the living room, when she came across a pair of lace panties. I laughed out loud.

Fuck you laughing at ?- she asked

Because you picking up panties- I said

Nigga your nasty, tell your hoes to clean up- she walked off

Fuck her she annoying as fuck sometimes.
(7 hour's later)

August where my money I'm done- this bitch asked

That's not how u ask mf- I said

I. Dont. Give. A. Fuck. Where. My. Money- she said

I took the stack out my pocket and tossed it on the floor,

You want yo money? Pick it up and get the fuck out you hoe, go home to baby daddy number 6- I said

The look in her eyes was hurt, anger, sorrow, and murder. What the fuck I say.

You know what AUGUST ANTHONY ALSINA JR? fuck this job I quit I hate you! Your a peace of shit, for your information, my son father died 6 months after our son was born, who the fuck are you to judge me? My baby father was the one who tool everything from me, he had my love, my heart, my soul and my PUSSY something you wish you had, August you don't know half of the shit I've been through, and you know what keep your money, don't call me don't text me, bye Mr. ALSINA I wish u the best.

And with that she was gone.