Fool For Him

Kiera

The past three weeks have been beyond amazing. August has barely left my side and shit the sex has been A fucking 1. I love myself some damn August. Up until this point everything has been fine.

"Bae I need to go to store real quick. Want some back?" August asks walking inside my room. "No I'm fine." I say rolling over. "You straight?"

"My stomach hurts."

"Want a ginger ale or some?"

"I guess." I'm cramping bad as fuck right now. This shit is horrible. "Alright see you when I get back." As he walks out the door I hear someone else come in. "Who the f-"

"Don't shoot it's me." Cherry says sitting on my bed. "What's up traitor?" She laughs, "Lo you aren't still tripping on that shit, are you?"

"Cherry you played that shit like you was brand fucking new!"

"Kiera i'm sorry. My mama was going off on me so I just had to play that shit right."

"Thanks for having my back." I roll my eyes. "Lo you right it was fake as hell but it's done and over with now. If you're happy I'm happy."

"Mhm Cherlonda."

"Kiera you did not just call me by my first name."

"That's what Shawana named you."

"That's why your face fat rude ass." We both laugh. "You fucking rude calling me fat hoe."

"Well it does look a lil pudgy." Cherry says pinching my cheeks. I hit her hand. "Anyway what you been up too?"

"Shit bitch. Hanging with Dae. I missed you and yo ghetto ass wasn't answering the phone."

"I'm so tired of y'all hoes calling me ghetto." I roll my eyes. That shit really hit a nerve. "Kiera I was joking. It's not that serious...... The question is what the hell you've been up too?"

"Nothing just chilling with my man."

"Where was August going anyway?"

"The store he said."

"He said?"

"I don't know where the fuck that nigga went."

"Why are you going from four to ten bitch?"

"Baby!" August yells. "Why you yelling?" I ask staring at him mugging. "My bad. Here's your drink."

"Thanks."

"Well I just came by to check on you Lo. Call me later." Cherry says getting up. "Cool. Later girl." August sits down on his side of the bed.

"Y'all best friends again?" He asks cozying up next to me breathing all in my neck. I laugh, "Shut up. We never weren't best friends."

"Not how you was talking." I roll over, "You playing."

"Nah that's you breathing all in my face while your sick." He sits his arm around my waist. "You can be sick with me."

"Nah I'm straight on that. One of us got to be able to make some moves."

"What kinda moves you making?"

"You know the kind of moves I'm making."

I shake my head, "I know it's your job and what you do and all but.. ever thought about doing something safer and less risky?" I ask leaning my head on his chest. "I have but I can't move on anything yet."