《Charisma》~ three ~
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"Uh yeah, my mom u-use to treat me bad" Charisma croaked, ending ha story.
"Damn Charisma, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked" I sighed. I couldn't imagine my parent doin' me like dat.
"No it's fine, I needed to get something off my chest." She sniffed and gave me a weak ass smile.
"You should stay hea'." I blurted.
"Oh! No August I don't want to intrude" She got up from the couch.
I pulled her back down. "Whea' you gon' go?" I asked. She winced and instantly I felt bad. I ain't mean ta say it like dat.
She seemed deep in thought, before she finally answered.
"I'll stay, on a few conditions" She head up her lah' finger.
"I will stay until I'm able to get back on my feet. As soon as I find a stable enough job, I'll get my own place and pay you back everything, no negotiations" She said, in a firm voice.
"You ain't gotta-" She hushed me.
"Well I am so deal with it" She raised an eyebrow.
"Fine" I sighed.
She surprised the hell outta me by jumpin' up and huggin' on a nigga. I gave her a small hug.
"I appreciate you so much, you don't even know how much you've done" She sniffed a little.
"Don't cry, it's nothin', na come on so we'ca get you somethin' to wear" She nodded and followed me.
I went into my room and she gasped. I turned ta see ha looking around.
"Your rooms really nice" She awed.
"Thanks" I shrugged, it looked the same to me.
I gave her a pair of some fresh boxers I had and one a my many t-shirts. Directing her to the guest bedroom and bathroom. I gave her a bar of soap and some toothpaste.
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Imma have my sister help me get dat girl some new clothes tomorrow.
"Thanks again August" She smiled at me before shutting the bathroom door.
I smiled a lah' bit and walked out the room to my room. I laid down on my bed and my phone buzzed.
[ Kayla- Hey daddy, I'm bored -2:32 a.m ]
[ What does you bein' bored gotta do with me?- 2:34 a.m]
[ Kayla- U could cure my boredom, I'll do that thing you like ;) - 2:36 a.m]
[ Come through lil mama -2:37 a.m]
I smirked at my phone before throwing it down on my bed. Kayla was some lil broad I messed with for a few month now. She has a dude, but she don't care. We don't really have no feelin', we just do shit when we bored. Aug don't do no girlfriends or nun of dat boo'd up shit.
Interruptin' my thoughts, I saw her come in my room. Ain't go lie, her body bad as hell but sadly all of it ain't real.
"Wazzam" I nodded at her.
"Hey daddy" she purred, crawling between my legs, unzippin' my jeans.
I jumped a little as she pulled out A.J and went to work on him. I held in my grunts and she moaned, which turned a nigga on.
The door suddenly bursted open and there stood Charisma.
"Aug where- Oh shit my bad" She hurried and closed the door.
Jayla popped up and looked at me.
"Who was that" She asked curiously.
"Just my cousin" I pushed her head back down on A.J and she gagged a little.
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I stuffed the pillow over my head and tried to ignore the screams and grunts coming from August's room. I didn't mean to bust in his room to see his member halfway in a girls mouth.
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I sighed. Finally the screaming died down a little. I heard the door open indicating the girl must of been leaving.
I laid there, and said a quick prayer
Dear Lord, thank you so much for August. I pray you bless him as much as he blessed me. Thank you for letting this kind man help me. Watch over everyone, and tell my dad I love him. In jesus name I pray Amen.
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I pulled out some ingredients to cook with. I could make a mean philly cheese steak omelet, so that's exactly what I'm going to do.
Cracking the eggs open, I heard footsteps shuffle down the stairs.
"Aye you can cook? Shiii I might have to keep you around" August joked, sitting on the counter.
" They don't call me Chef Boyar C for nothing" I posed with the spatula.
Aug busted out laughing. "You chatty as hell ma" I'm not going to lie, his accent was sexy as hell.
"Aug where are you from?" I asked glancing at him.
"N'Awlins" He said.
"Ohh, that's why you sound like that" I nodded, putting bacon on a plate.
I finished up the omelets and set them in the table. August and I sat at the table. He dug in and I said a quick grace before eating.
"Damn you'ca throw down" He said, with a mouth full of bacon.
"Tell me something I don't know" I flipped my wavy hair over my shoulder.
"That you fin-" Before he finished his sentence the doorbell rang.
"You need me to get it?" I asked.
"Um sure" He said still chowing away on the bacon.
I opened the door and almost had a heart attack.
"Charisma?" She wore a shocked face.
"Kayla!?!"
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And they meet again.
Is this story good so far? I hope so. I'm still trying to get August accent down pact lol.
What do y'all think about August and Kayla?
Aug letting Charisma stay?
Charisma becoming a stripper?
Bye babiessss
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