His Assistant

Par-tayyy pt.2

Aug pulled me onto the dance floor and "Body Language" by Kid Ink and Usher was on full blast. "Aowww this my shitt!!" Nicki grinded on some ball player from the Pacers. At first, I danced in front of Aug, leaving space between us but then the beat dropped.

You ain't gotta say too much
ain't gotta say too much
I can read your body language
You ain't gotta say too much
I can read your body language
Said you ain't gotta say too much
Hate when you say that I play too much
When I get too close imma touch that subject
I can read your body , enough said
Quit all that yappin'
Meet and let's talk and a little
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I heard August suck his teeth and spin me around so I could dance on him and it caught me off guard. I couldn't help but feel all eyes were on us.

He put his hands on my waist and what I did? pop-this- pussy like I wasn't raised right!

"Yasssssss bitch, yassssss! bounce that fat ass butt!" Nicki clapped, blowing mine. I got a little self conscious and shook free from August and went to get something to drink.

As soon as I moved, another video vixen looking broad done gravitated to the spot I was in. "Thirst ass hoes." I said under my breath. I went to the bar and asked for an iced tea.

"You must be a nigga's side bitch- standing here all by yourself." I heard a familiar Caribbean accent. I turned to see Rihanna lighting a blunt and taking her pulls. Looking me up and down.

"Never a side bitch." I said grabbing my drink.

"Chuh! you oughta be! I saw you and that human sex doll grilling me earlier, hate doesn't look good on bitches that's already wack." She grinned, referring to Nicki and myself,er eyes gleaming from the bud.

"You got one more bitch..." I put my index finger up and she laughed

. "Or what... you gon sit on me? You never told me who's side chick you are." Rihanna continued getting smacked as she talked her shit. "Fuck are you talking about? you would know all about side bitch. You at ya ex party, looking all sorry and looking for some trouble. You ain't shit but some industry pussy. Girl bye." I said getting up and leaving her to pick up her face from the ground.

After some time, Aug's drunk and high ass stumbled over to me with the bitch that was dancing on him earlier. "I'm ... Ready to go." He said with his arm around the broad. I shook my head. "Your sister is so pretty." The girl giggled. "She... ain't my fuckin sister, she my assistant. " Aug looked at her like she was dumb, which she probably was. "Okay, so we're leaving, Aug?" I asked grabbing my car keys. "Yup." He said. "Yeah- we out." The girl gave me a sly grin. "Her too?!" I looked at him in disbelief. "Yea, chunky monkey- lesss gooo!" He demanded.

I rolled my eyes. So much for a good night with this fool. I said bye to Nicki and Breezy and got his number while I was at it. It's giving Mac daddy Kami.

I parked the car as August and his little one night stand bitch wobbled into the crib to do whatever it was they were finna do. Markell ended up calling me.

"Hello?"

"Hey beautiful" he responded.

"Wassup, handsome?" I smiled getting out the car.

"Where's the dickhead?" Kell asked.

"With some thottie, from the party." I laughed.

"Good! atleast he not tryna get at you. How was it? " He asked.

"It was pretty fun, I'm inside now. How was your night?" I started taking my shoes off in the guest room.

"It was boring. I miss you, ma. I-I-is that moaning I hear in the background ?! " Markell asked shocked. I wish I could say I was shocked too but I seen it all coming. "Yeah, he fuckin her brains out, she yelling like this nigga is Mandingo. I hate groupies" I sounded salty. Well, I was. C'mon y'all- I thought he was starting to warm up to me . The fact that he's having sex with some trick in the other room right now is getting to me. I ain't gon lie- Ladies, I'm kinda hurt.

3 Hours Later...

Markell and I had gotten off of the phone. I had took a shower and I stood up and completed some homework. I wore a oversized T-shirt with leggings since Aug's house was a little nippy.

I put my hair up in a raggedy bun as I was stuck on one question. College work was sooo stressful. I began chewing on my pen when I heard a soft knock on the room door. "Yeah?" I said out loud.

The door slowly opened and in came a shirtless August with basketball shorts and socks and sandals. He laid across the bed, I could see he sobered up. "Where's your little - hoochie?" I asked not taking my eyes off of his inked body.

"She left. What you up to?" He looked up at me as he rested his head on his palms. "Homework." I slightly said with a attitude. "You mad at me...huh?" he asked sitting up and closing my laptop and putting it on the nearby bureau. "Why would I be? You were cool all night." I said looking at my nails.

"It's about the bitch I just fucked, Kamille-I'm not stupid." Aug looked into my eyes. "I'm nothing but your assistant Aug, I can't feel no type of way. " I bit my lip.

"You wasn't dancing on me like no assistant..." He raised an eyebrow.

"Don't act like you ain't pull me onto you!" I glared at him.

"I did...and I knew what I was doing. I WANTED that dance." His eyes burned into my soul.

"You wanted that hoe too- guess you just get whatever you want." I shook my head.

"That's not true. There's one thing I've been feening for, but I can't ..seem to get it. That's what I don't have and I want it like hell." August looked down.

"What is that?" I asked.

"Nothin, I just came in to say goodnight- and my bad for being such a dick sometimes. I do want you around though. More than you think. I had fun tonight- I do regret bringing that bitch in here, I'd rather had spend more time gettin to know you; you real cool Kami... I fucks with you, you have patience with a nigga." August smiled at me.

He leaned in to give me a hug before leaving the room. He smelled of Dove soap for men. I just wanted to lick the nape of his neck with his fine ass. I bit my lip and inhaled. Aug released me, then smiled.

"Goodnight chunky monkey. Sleep tight." he brushed my chin.

I was getting real tired of that corny ass nickname.

Before I knew it, he was out the room.

I guess he wasn't that bad, even if he was.. I couldn't help but have some type of yearning for him. As bad as Aug could've been at times, there was something about him that I couldn't shake.

Come on Girl...Focus on Markell. Don't let Aug fuck this up for you.