My Hustle and Lover: COMPLETED ✅

Chapter 7

Samir POV

"Bitch are you fuckin' kidding me ?! You never called him back"

"No Trish I didn't"

Right now Latrisha ass was really blowing me. Ok yea I should have called him back but he ain't make a effort to call me either so it is what it is.

"You ain't even text him ? Come on Sammy I thought we-"

"Latrisha Leave it alone. Grab your stuff so we can go cause I'm ready."

Usually she would argue with me but this time she just rolled her eyes and made her way out my office and to her desk.

While gathering my things and logging off my computer I heard my office door open , thinking it was Trish I didn't even bother looking up from my computer screen.

"Now what's dis I hear about you acting like you need some dick."

My head shot up towards my door so fast you would have thought I gave myself with whiplash.

My eyes ran over his body from head to toe. He changed his clothes from when I seen him this morning. Now he was wearing what look like what use to be white pants but they were now cut off right below the knee , a red t shirt with 99 written on it in white with a white hat. He topped it off with several gold chains hanging from his neck and his gold Rolex on his wrist.

"You just gonna continue to stand there with dat stupid ass look on your face or your gonna greet a nigga."

I rolled my eyes extra hard at his comment but I couldn't stop the smile from forming on my face as I walked around to him. As soon as I was close enough August pulled me into a tight hug. With his arms firmly around my waist , I buried my face into his chest taking in his smell.

Out of nowhere I feel a stinging sensation on my backside.

Did this boy just spank me ?

"Dats for hanging up on me. You better act you know who you fuckin' with."

"Boy you are not my daddy."

"You right I aint. Cause da shit I be thinking bout doing to you." He trailed off with a laugh.

August reached for my  book bag that carried my binder and all the loose papers I had to take home , throwing it over his shoulder.

"Let's go a nigga got shit to handle." He said as he grabbed my hand leading me out of my office.

"Stop calling yourself a nigga"

I guess I caught him off guard with my statement. But I honest hate when he calls himself that. I feel like he's downgrading himself.

"I'm just calling it how I see it baby."

"So you think you a nigga ?"

"I am a nigga. Don't you see my skin Shawdy. Dis ain't no damn tan."

"One watch your tone sir and two when I look at your skin color I see a African American not a nigga."

"It's a same thing Sammy." He spoke like he was convinced that he was right.

I frowned my face up at him as we approached Trish and Corey in the lobby where Trish desk was.