Ride Or Die 3 ( August Alsina )

Chapter 3

* Alana's POV *

Folding August's clothes into a bag, zipping it up placing it down on the floor. He walked in kissing my neck, before wrapping his fingers around mine. I smiled turning facing him.
Alana: I'm gonna miss you..
August: I'm gone miss you too ma.

Placing a kiss on my lips with my eyes closed. He picked up his bag & headed back to LA for interviews & other bookings. Everything that had happened in the past, were trying to get over. I held his hand walking with him to his car.
Alana: I love you big head. Call me when you get there.
August: Love you too bae & aight.

He started the car up backing out the driveway as I watched.

* August's POV *

I hated lying to Alana, but truth was I had to handle some shit back in LA that had nothing to do with the music some shit way more personal.

* Alana's POV *

I walked down the street in the crowd of people. One thing about New York, it was the place for fashion. You had plenty models, plenty fashion shows, which meant plenty fashion stores. I walked into my shoot & Diva was my stylist for this specific shoot. I watched Diva make his way over with clothes to choose from.
Diva: So girl, since this is an elegant shoot I got these choices. But, since you from Atlanta I got some bad ass outfits. I chose black & gold cause I know that's gone look good.

Diva always gets carried away when it comes to his job. I signaled for him to hush.
Diva: Well, damn bitch I was just explaining it to you.

I laughed.
Alana: I know & thanks for the info.

My rival walked over to my section. Her name was Trinity & she was 5'9, light skin, with long brown hair. She smirked at me.
Trinity: I hope you're ready to have your ass in the back of my shoot.
Diva: If you don't take your ass on looking like a damn moose with ya fucked up nappy ass mohawk. Where da hell is your hair stylist?

Trinity shrugged her shoulders blowing her breath before walking away with her little crew. I shook my head. Since I had gotten here, she always felt the need to compete with me or something.
Diva: Okay girl, choose you're outfit.

I grabbed my outfit walking into the dressing room.