Damaged Heart

chapter sixty

August

I don't hit women..I don't hit women... Aug you don't hit women. But nigga she testing me. You still don't hit women. Imma have to kick her in the forehead or some shit. Well...I guess that's alright.

I had a whole conversation in my head before I moved her hand and kicked her ass in the forehead to across the room.

"Ouch August!" She yelled as she got up crying and left. People kinda looked at me so I picked up my drink, starting to sip, then they went back to what they was doing.

I shook my head. Nigga can't go out for a while without being bothered by a hoe. I left my empty glass on the bar.

I got up , going to a chair , seating down. Quan was over there throwing money to strippers making me laugh, shake my head, this is why his relationships never lasted. But it's funny cause he'll give you good advice on your relationship.

I bumped my head to the music as I traced my tattoos with my finger. Then Nicki Minaj anaconda came on. They play this everywhere , I swear these hoes love it. I looked up to my surrounded by females.

My anaconda don't

My anaconda don't

My anaconda don't want none unless ya got buns hun

As the beat dropped they made a split as a stripper came through the middle , walking to me.

"Aww fuck " was all I could think. This shit ONLY happens when I'm in a committed relationship.

She came up to my lap, getting in between my legs starting to rub up against my crotch .

She climbed into my lap backwards, starting to bounce on me .

By the way, what he say?

He can tell I ain't missing no meals

Come through and fuck 'em in my automobile

Let him eat it with his grills,

And he telling me to chill

And he telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal

Say he don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab

So I pulled up in the Jag, and I hit 'em with the jab like...

Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun

She turned around on my lap, facing me. Dammit she pretty .

Everybody know i have a thing for ratchets and strippers .

She wrapped her arms behind my neck as she was on her tip toes, making her ass clap til it was the end of the song . I put my hands on my side, trying not to touch her.

Then she got out my lap and got back in front of me, doing a handstand while twerking.

My Anaconda don't..

My Anaconda don't..

My Anaconda don't want none unless you got buns hun

Oh my gosh, look at her butt

Oh my gosh, look at her butt

Oh my gosh, look at her butt

Look at her butt (look at her butt)

Then she eased down in my lap as I put my hands on the side of her hips as she looked at me.

"What's ya name ma?" I asked . She smirked.