1AM in NYC [a.a]

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My fingers rested against the glass cup as the strong aroma of champagne filled my nose. I sipped the drink carefully, looking around at the other people that filled the club event area. It was many men in suits and ties and women in long dresses. I was wearing a dark blue dress that covered my feet and had a open back. I walked over towards the bar, leaning against it as I drunk some more of my wine.

"Wassuh shawty." I heard a voice say behind me. I turned around to see the familiar face of the hip- hop artist, August Alsina.

"Hi." I smiled, circling the liquid in my cup around with my hand.

"Whaa's yo name?"

"Chantelle."

"I'm August."

"I know."

"That's good. Lemme buy you a drink."

"I'm still sipping from this one." I answered in a duh tone.

"Lighten up shawty." He said, putting his arm around my shoulders and ordering our drinks. I moved uneasy about the placement of his hands and how he was being so friendly.

"I don't bite unless you want me too." His cold mint breath breathed on my ear. I glanced at his beautiful Rolex that wrapped around his wrist so perfect. The time read 12:45 so clearly and I sighed as the seconds ticked away.

He handed me the drink, then took one for his self moving his arm.

"Tell me about yourself, Ma."

"I'm Chantelle Davis. I'm 22. I model for a living."

"Model?"

"Yeah. Problem?"

"No problem Ma. Keep going."

"I don't know what else to say." I said, sipping the drink he bought us which tasted really good.

"Any siblings?"

"1 little sister."

"What's her name?"

"Alexis. Why do you want to know so much?"

"What if I want to get to know you better Ma?"

"I might just have to leave you-"

"Nope. I won't take no for a answer." He said, his fingers on my lips. I looked down at his fingers then up at him before nodding.

"What time is it?" I asked, glaring at him.

"1 in tha morning."

"Oh. I have a big photoshoot at 11. I have to go-" I said, frantically, grabbing my clutch and heading towards the door.

"Let me get your number." He said, grabbing my wrist. I stopped in my tracks, turning on my heels and thinking for a quick second. He handed me his phone and I put my contact in as Chantelle💜. He smiled before pecking my cheek and walking away. I walked out the building, and got into a cab and headed back to my hotel.

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chantelle in the MM. 😩

another august book . 😊