Object of Desire [Editing]

Chapter 8

Remy A. Taylor

I was taken off guard by August kissing me but once the shock had passed, I began to kiss back.

To say he was a good kisser would be an understatement. His lips felt amazing and I felt like I could kiss him all day.

Until he pulled away.

He stared at me again for a while and I looked down at my hands. I went to speak before he stood up quickly, "We gotta go."

"Huh?" I was confused as I followed him to the door and back out to the car.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked him once we were back on the road but he ignored me.

I sighed, sitting back in the seat. Leave it to me to ruin a perfect moment. 

When we got back to Dayvid's house I got out and he immediately pulled off.

Making my way in the house, Dayvid was already there.

"Now who miss lady were you out with today?" He asked, smiling at me.

I showed him my arm and explained the details of my day with August, leaving out the kissing part.

Dayvid was ecstatic of course, "Girl I am so happy for you. Opening up to that fine man? This a good start babe."

I nodded before getting into bed, "Have you talked to Tori?"

He rolled his eyes, "I don't know what type of crack that girl smoking but she need to put it down. I tried to tell her instead of cutting you off she should have tried harder to help you and she snapped on me talking about I'm taking sides. Almost told that damn girl something."

I sighed again. I missed my friend but I wasn't one to beg anybody for anything.

"Let's take a nap!" I said, pulling Dayvid down next to me.

"You don't gotta tell me more than once."

August A. Alsina

I shouldn't have done that shit.

Whateva my purpose was wit' this guh, it wasn't for no relationship. After I lost Naomi and that baby that was in her stomach I swore to myself I would neva love again.

"Babe, you need to not be so hard on everybody." Naomi laughed, settling into my lap, and I ran my hand over her small stomach.

"I need ta be hard on everybody that ain't on my side. I'm protectin' you, maw."

"I hear you baby but everybody is not out to get us. Learn how to be more open."

I was taken out of my thoughts by my ringing cellphone. It was Quincy.

"I got a job for you."

He didn't say anything else, just ended the call and I made my way to his office.

When I was face to face with him, he was smiling as usual. Dis nigga was always entirely too happy. Maybe when you had as much money as he did, you had a lot to be happy about.

"So, before, you approached me about a promotion. Ima be puttin' you with two of my best workers and over this whole investigation on this nigga who tryna take over my city. They'll explain everything to you."

"Thanks man." I said, dapping him before a girl came in, leading me to a different room upstairs.

"This must be the infamous Yung!" A man greeted me, who I was assuming was one of the people I would be workin' with.

"Wassam, man?" I shook his hands with him.

"Wassup, I'm Niko. This my nigga Sean."

The other nigga nodded ta me in a greeting and I returned the gesture.

"So yall tha top dawgs, huh?"

"Hell yeah. Quincy's right hand mans," Niko laughed and I could tell he was the louder one out of the duo, "Now that we got intros and shit out the way, let's talk money."

"Das what I like to hea'."

"Aight so, as you know some new nigga coming around tryna take what's ours and Quincy not having that. Neither am I, to be honest with you. We know a few of his workers and where they work at so our plan is to work our way from the bottom to the top, until we find out who this man is." Sean spoke the most he'd said since I came in here.

"So we don't have no idea who this nigga is?" I asked, pouring myself a glass of the Hennessy that was on the table in front of me.

"Hell nah, word is dude been hiding out for some time now." Niko said.

"So whea' we goin' first?"

"One of them niggas throwin' a party tomorrow night and we most definitely gon' be innat thang." Niko said.

"That's a bet."

Authors Note

Don't chew me out, this was short but the next chapter will be nice and lengthy.