Prayers: An August Alsina Love Story

Gah'damn

August's P.O.V.

I had been in my bed sleeping when I heard my phone go off. Opening my eyes, I glanced at it. It was only 9 p.m.  a surprise for my ass cause I never go to sleep early, and the text was from Drake.

Drizzy: Aye man, the date is on! Be at Sotto Sotto Italian Restaurant by 8:15 and I booked the reservation under your middle name Anthony aight? Don't ever say I never came through for you✊🏽.

Gah'damn! That nigga performed a fucking miracle.

Me: My nigga, dis why I fucks witcha. Preciate it son👌🏾.

I don't know why but I'm excited for this. Like, this shit is weird, I'm the R&B star, why am I nervous? I deal with beautiful women every time I step out the door. Opening my Instagram, I went to Drake's and scrolled down to the picture of him, Zayne, and her child. Clicking on it, I saw that she was tagged in it so you know my nosey ass went and lurked on her page. Shawty was gorgeous, and from what I could see a smart and dedicated mother. She had more pictures of Carter than anything, but I did see a few selfies and pictures that showed how gorgeous she was. She was the color of chocolate an had a beautiful pearly white smile accented by crater deep dimples. And I saw in one photo that she had a tattoo of an ankh, the sign of feminine divinity, on the back of her left hand, right under her thumb. There was no revealing photos, other than one of her at the beach with some friends of hers, and I liked that. Brah shawty had the body of a goddess. Ass for daaaaaaaays, titties too.

After that thought brushed my mind for some odd reason I felt guilty. I don't know how to explain it, but it's like she wasn't the kind you sexualized. I mean she was drop dead gorgeous, but she also just made you wanna respect her mind and just not worship the body.

After looking at all her Instagram photos, I tossed my phone on the dresser. As soon as I did it buzzed.

Brandi: Hey baby. I was in the neighborhood and was wondering if you mind if I stopped by 😏?

Now any other time I would have said hell fucking yeah with no hesitation but right now, I wasn't feeling it.

Me: Nah ma. I ain't in the mood right na' for no company. Ight?

Brandi: Daddy I'm sure  I change your entire mood if you let me😜💦😍👌🏾.

Rolling my eyes, I deleted the message thread and her number too. Sex appeal usually would have won me over, but that jawn was so thirsty it wasn't funny. Placing my phone back on the bed, I turned on my flat screen plasma and decided to watch the last two quarters of the Atlanta Hawks game. "Damn that Kyle Korver one sorry ass nigga." I sneered, watching him fuck up another play.