Grindin' -August Alsina-

Prolouge.

Anayla.

"Slangin' papers with ambition, I'm outchea' grindin'n ya feel me? " Anthony said.

"What!?,I don't understand why? " I said him.

"A nigga got ta survive outchea' on these streets right chea'. " He said.

He rubbed his goatee.

I sighed.

"Look guh' you gone be my ride or chick or? " He asked getting up.

"Why? " I asked testing him.

"Ya dope, ya beautiful, ya you! " Anthony said truthfully.

I nodded and smiled.

I got my little tiny self up from the couch and hugged him.

"So? " He asked.

"Yes, I will be that chick, we can both fuck the world. " I said with my middle finger up.

He laughed.

Then, he picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, I love you Anayla.

"I love you to Anthony or Triple A! " I said.

He smirked.

"Gimmie kiss. "

I shook my head no.

He looked at me with a stale face.

"Fine you big baby! " I said.

Then I gave him a peck on the lips.

I patted his chest two times.

He stale faced me once again.

He then crashed his lips into mine.

I kissed back and he slipped his tongue in my mouth. Our lips moved together in sync. I pulled away and smiled. He pinched my booty.

"Boy stop, I know my ass is thick and all.."

"Stop lyin' lil booty. " He said.

"Whatever, that's why you got a bird chest. " I said pointing at his chest.

"Okay so, at least I ain't got no lil ass. " He said truthfully.

I waved him off and pecked his lips.

I jumped out of his arms.

"I love you Mrs. Alsina. "

"I love you two Mr. Alsina. "