Chris Brown & August Alsina Imagines

August Alsina Imagine part 4

August's POV
Man a nigga was lying through his teeth just now and she believed every word I said. I'm not sick I'm just throwin' up 'cause I got a mean ass hangover from bein' out at the club last night but I ain't gon tell her that. Yeah I'm a lil fucked up for feedin' her these lies and not goin' to pick her up considerin' some shit could've seriously happened, but everything good now and I was too caught up wit' Delicious at the time. "Here's your chicken noodle soup." says Y/N, slowly treading bedside conveying a glass bowl. "It's my mom's recipe so I know you're gonna love it." She flashes a smile, hovering above me as she bends forward to set down the bowl beside me. I watch intently as them titties peak out her t-shirt and lift my hand up her shirt and fondle wit' em but she slaps my hand away. "Aug stop it, eat this soup and I'll be back with your gingerale." says Y/N, exiting out the room. Man she's too good for me if only she knew how bad I be fuckin' up she'd probably wanna leave my ass again.

Y/N's Pov
As I tread slowly to August's bedroom I hear he's on the telephone talking to someone and he doesn't appear happy when I return. I hand a plastic cup of iced cold gingerale and he just sets it down on his nightstand. He hasn't touched his soup either. "How do you plan on getting better when you aren't eating? You have to eat your soup and drink the gingerale so you'll get better." I say and he lifts a finger in the air then stares at me blankly. The phone call must be real important I just wish I knew who's on the other side of the phone.