Sarah Marshall.
A 21 year old, single mother. Five years ago, at the age of 16, she was brutally beaten and raped by her ex Raymond Brown. He impregnated her and left her to die.
Nine months later after the incident, she birthed a beautiful baby boy...
"Gimme a kiss and I'a stop." August said, grabbing my waist.
He's been trying to get a kiss out of me for the longest now, but he's obviously not trying hard enough. Plus, he's suppose to be recording the last song called Job for his album This Thing Called Life. Has a nice ring to it doesn't it?
For weeks now, August has been working so hard on this album and there's no doubt that this album will be an amazing one. It speaks volume and real, current situation in this world. August has a gift and its extraordinary.
"Please, I'll get back ta' ma' work. I jus' want one kiss." He smiled, pulling me close to him.
"Just one," I smiled, giving him a small peck on his cheek.
He licked his lips, "Dats all I asked fa'."
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"I cannot stand you, August Alsina." I laughed, pushing him away.
He grabbed me again, wrapping his arms around my neck. My smile widened as I looked up at him. August was literally a breath of fresh air. I would hope August is single, because whenever Peter comes back, I'm breaking this off with him. Though, I don't want to rush in a relationship with anyone, I still want to be available for the right one when the time is right. Hopefully, Peter can understand what's going through my mind and also want out. I deserve better and Peter is not better.
As you can already tell I'm taking a liking to August. I really like him. A lot.
"Whatcha thinkin' bout, big head?" I gasped, unwrapping my arms from around him.
"My head is not that big, cone head." I said, pushing him off me. "Go finish your job, Anthony."
He smiled, hugging on me again. "Baybeh, gimme anotha' kiss and I promise I'a get back ta' work."
"August, I already gave you one." I whined.
He wrapped his arms around my waist. "I know, but I miss ya. I ain' seen ya in like two days."
Even though I was suppose to be at work for the past two days, I couldn't. Christian wind up having allergic reaction to some food Parker brought over. Which is kind of stranger because I could have sworn I told her he was allergic to peanuts.
"I know. It's been a rough little two days for me and Christian. You know I would've been here for you." I said, kissing his cheek.
"It's coo'. Lil man needed ya and I wouldn't dare ta' step in between dat'. I don't know how ya' stayed calm doe. Let me find out ma' son don' had an allergic reaction and the lil babysitta' was behind dat' shit, I'a fuck ha' up with da' quickness." August said, caressing my side.
