Hard Times

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Next Morning

Janelle POV

Cutting off the stove, I made August's plate. Earlier, I woke up and took a shower. Right now, I just got finished cooking for August and once he eats I'm going to head out. I need to go see Chris.

I miss his moody ass.

I headed up stairs with the sleeping beauty's food. Once I made it in his room, I saw him fast asleep with his mouth wide open and his hand in his boxers. What the hell is tha— oh my. That's his dick.

Damn.

Oh hell no. I have to get up out of here. I've got a whole nigga at home. A whole nigga that I'm in love with.

Let me wake this nigga up.

"Aug!"

Still asleep.

"August."

Still nothing.

I sat the food on his dresser. I went and stood over him.

"Anthony, wake your a—"

Before I could finish, he pulled me down on top of him.

I feel it. I fucking feel it. Lord, help me.

"Why the fuck are you up in here yelling this early in the morning?"

I struggled to remove his arms from around me.

"A good morning would've been nice. After all, I made your ugly ass some breakfast. Now let me go."

He lets me go, allowing me to stand up.

"See, that's why I love you. You always come through for a real nigga."

He winks at me.

I hand him the food.

"A thank you would be nice, Anthony."

He stuffed his mouth with the crispy bacon.

"Thanks, Nelle. You're the best."

He spoke with food still remaining in his mouth.

Ewww.

I popped him upside his large forehead.

"What the fuck, Janelle!"

He gently rubs his forehead. I glare at him.

"Don't do that nasty ass shit anymore. Have some manners."

"Ight, damn girl."

"Well, I'm about to head out, bud. I'll see you later. Oh, and put that monster up!", I say jokingly, referring to his private part.

He chuckles in return.

"He ain't did nothing to ya."

True.

"Yet", he mumbles under his breath.

I gasp.

Was I meant to hear that?

"Stop being inappropriate. I don't think that Chris would appreciate that very much."

He waves me off.

"I'm playing. Now get your ass out of my house."

I playfully pout.

"Hurtful."

I made sure to grab all my belongings and then I bounced.

To daddy's house I go!









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