*Houston*
Mariah POV:
Yestaday when Aug came back, I felt sum'n' was off about him. He seemed pissed. Like...who leaves happy then comes back from a whole different state pissed tha fuck off? I wanna know wassup. And he's gonna tell me. While I was playin' wit Ava, I seen Aug walk by fast as hell
Me: "ANTHONY!"
I heard tha doe close
Me: "No he-"
August: "Yea?"
Me: "Where you goin'? You in a rush"
August: ".....No I'm not"
Me: "Yes you are. Ava why he lyin'?"
August: "Ain't nobody lyin'"
Me: "You was walkin' fast as fuck. Aug, what chu up ta na? Cuz I know you. And I know how yo mind work when you plottin'"
August: "I ain't up ta nun, babe"
Me: "Tha lies juss keep comin'. You said you was gonna give me honesty and I want chu ta keep yo word. Yestaday you came back pissed as hell. Yeen ain't talk tha whole time. You kissed me goodnight. But didn't say a single word. Wassup?"
He juss looks at me. I put Ava on tha floor wit ha toys and he sat next ta me and I grab his wrist
August: "Can we deal wit dis lata?"
Me: "So exactly when is lata? I would love ta know"
August: "Afta I deal wit it"
Me: "Soooo...."
August: "Juss as soon as you let go of my wrist and I go on bout my day doin' what I needa do. It ain't dat serious, beybe"
His accent came out strong
Me: "Anthony"
August: "Renee"
I juss look at him. He moves my hand and picks up Ava
Me: "So you're juss gonna ignore me?"
He kept walkin'
Me: "I know you hear me talkin' ta yo lankey ass!"
He walks out tha livin' room laughin'. Ion know if I should be pissed or not. While I was talkin' ta myself in my head tellin' myself not get hot head, Aug walks back in tha livin' room
August: "C'mon"
Me: "Where?"
August: "Upstairs"
Me: "What fa?"
He picks me up bridal style
Me: "Tha fuck. Aug put me down"
He juss kept walkin' up tha stairs. He walks into my room and closes tha doe then put me on tha bed
Me: "What tha fuck, bruh? Ser-"
He cut me of by kissin' me
Me: "Nah my nigga. Not gon' work"
He kisses tha left side of my neck and I grab tha waist of his shirt. Fuck it. I undress him and he undresses me. He slides in and intertwines our hands. These slow thrust are killin' me. In a good way!
Me: "Anthony" I quietly moaned
He looks me dead in my eyes. Tha longa we made eye contact, tha moe I wanted him. His eyes are filled wit lust and love. Tha deepa he goes, tha tighter I grip his hands
