Desire
I already knew this was about to be a helluva a mess. I looked at my mother and then I looked at my dad. I then shifted my eyes to my grandmother and she had a satisfied expression on her face. Chandler looked like he was constipated by the way his face was contorted in anger. August was just laid back with the cool and confident demeanor.
He looked good as hell with his white and black bandana shirt and white jeans. He had on his black hat with the white stars across the front. I had to bite my lip becauase he was just too damn sexy for words. I was brought out of my thoughts when I heard my Dad speak.
"Renee what in the hell is that boy doing here?"
"Oh David calm down. He is apart of the family."
"Chandler is not apart of this family Renee." Sylvia spoke as she walked into the living area.
"Mother stay outta of this and why did you bring this-this boy here?"
Oh shit! I thought
"With all due respect Mrs. Monroe, this man has a name and my name is August Alsina. Let's be clear." He turned looking at her.
"Okay, umm why don't we prepare for dinner." I jumped up about to head to the dining area when I was pulled to the side by Chandler.
I looked down at his hand, like why you touching me.
"Is there a reason you touching me?" I jerked out of his grasp.
"Desire why are you acting out? Is it because you got your lil playmate here? You know the deal."
"Chandler if you wanna walk out with your limbs still attached to your body I suggest you step off of my daughter." My dad said meaning every word.
My dad was an inch or two taller that August and he was a caramel complexion with dark wavy hair. He was a good-looking man and was still in great shape to be almost fifty. My mother was beautiful in her own right. She was the same complexion as me and had long hair flowing down her back. She too still had a nice figure to be almost fifty.
I looked up and my grandmother had ushered August into the dining area as they talked and cut up like they were the best of friends. Chandler looked like he wanted to do something to August, but I really don't think he wanna go there. I smoothed my hands down my peach Chanel maxi dress and followed behind them. I looked at my dad and he wasn't playing with Chandler by the look he was giving him.
"David stop with your non-sense!" I heard my mother say.
"No, Renee you need to stop with all your bullshit. I told you how I felt about his ass, but yet here you are trying to push our daughter off on him." He walked off following behind me.
When I walked to the dining table I felt eyes burning a hole in me and looked up and it was August. He smiled that smile that got my panties wet everytime. If he didn't stop he was gonna be my dinner and breakfast too. I was about to sit across from August when my grandmother stopped me.
"Dear why don't you come and sit next to August and I will sit next to Chandler." She winked at August and came around to my side.
As soon as my ass hit the chair August placed his hand on my thigh. I looked over at him and he was biting on his lip. Lord give me strength.
August
This is some crazy ass shit, but I'm bouta' have hella fun wit this pussy ass nigga that posed to be her so-called nigga. I can look at this nigga and tell he ain't shit. I was also about to piss off Mrs. Monroe with her stuck up ass. I thought Desire was something, but shit she ain't got nothin' on her momma.
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The HouseKeeper
RomanceDesire Monroe is a young successful Chemist. She is on a month vacation when her grandma Sylvia Monroe needs her to do a favor for her. She fell and fractured her ankle and wants Desire to be the fill-in housekeeper. Desire thinks she is going to be...