"All I'm sayin' is you were bein' a bit disrespectful." I rolled my eyes, folding my arms over my chest.

"How? 'Cause I ain' let cha win in uno?" August said, laughing loud.

"Yes, now leave me alone, cheater." I said trying to stay mad at him.

His laugh was so obnoxious, yet so boyish and beautiful. His laugh could brighter the day almost. You really can't find a flaw on him. He's legit perfect. His teeth, his smile, beautiful laugh, sexy eyes...

This man is just so perfect.

"Fine and disrespectful should not make a match," I whispered, rolling my eyes hard at the back of his head.

"Whatcha say?"

"I said you're disrespectful, little Aug." I got off the floor, going into his kitchen.

"Little whea'? If you haven't noticed ya' mans gettin' swole outchea'." He said, following me into the kitchen. "Talm bout some lil Aug. Lil Aug can knock all da' feelin' outcha legs."

I laughed, "What do you mean by that?"

"Ya' gotta wait ta' find out. I'a give ya' a sneak peek and have ya' scared." He smiled, walking up to me.

I smiled back, pushing him away. "You're nasty. I am not interested in seein' your little ding dong."

"You ain' gotta see it ta' feel it na'. And we both know I ain' lil."

"I'm not having this conversation with you Aug." I blushed.

"Come hea' baybeh." He smirked, pulling me towards him. He kissed my neck, caressing my sides. "You been talkin' slick all week, ya' need some act right?"

I look into his eyes, nodding. "Yes daddy."

"Let's go then. Whatcha waitin' fa'?"

I hurried up the stairs, with Aug hot on my tail. As we finally get to the room, I take August's shirt off tossing it to the side. Aug stood by the door, slowly taking off his clothes. I smirk, slowly taking off my underwear off, throwing it in his direction.

"Ooh baybeh, ya' ready?" He said, catching my panties in mid air.

"Yes, daddy," I moaned in anticipation. "I need you, little Aug."

He laughed, before grabbing my thighs. "I'll show yo' freak ass lil."

"MOMMY!"

I jumped out of my sleep, holding my chest tight.

Oh no baby, what is ya' doin?!

I shake my head, blinking hard to get rid of the images that were stuck in my head. I had a dream... A lustful, intense dream about August. M-my friend August..?

We can't dream about him no more.

"Yes, Christian?" I yawned, throwing my hair in a messy bun. I stare at my alarm clock on my dresser as it reads 4:39.

"Door!" He yells.

Who's knocking on my door at 4 in the morning?!

I shake my head and went to go answer the door. "Who is it?" I say.

"Open the door, Sarah."

"No, Peter. Go home it's too early for this nonsense." I said.

"Sarah, you got ten second or ima break the door down." He said in the calmest voice ever.

"Leave or I'm calling the police. I do not have the time or the patience for your bipolar behavior."

"Please baby, I'm so sorry. I just wanna talk. I need you."

My mind begins to race and my hand slowly makes its way to the door knob. I opened the door and stood there, staring at him.

"You have three minutes, Peter." I said, masking my voice to sound stern.

"I'm sorry. I know I was wrong for raising my voice at you and for ignoring you and disrespecting you the way I did, but I just wanted to know what was going through your mind. You gotta understand. I'm so sorry, Sarah. I just wanted to make sure you were alright. Please, baby forgive me." He said, making my palms sweaty.

I was honestly kinda scared of Peter. One minute he's threatening to break my door down, now he's apologizing? This isn't cool. At all.

"Okay, I accept your apology, but I don't think we should continue this relationship. You're not actin' right. I want the man I was friends with, not this maniac. You can't continue to jump down my throat about foolish things. I'm sorry, but I am a grown woman. If I don't wanna tell something, I do not have to tell you. And on top of that weren't you the one to blow me off in your office? I told you I missed you and you ignored me." I said, standing my ground.

His left eye twitched and he sighed. "You're right. I can't and I'm sorry about the incident in my office. I was going through something. My mom is in the hospital and it's just been a trying week for me."

I gasped, putting my hand over my head. " Oh God for what?"

"Her diabetes were getting to her. She had a seizure two weeks ago and her blood sugar was going up and down all month. At this rate, she could lose her life." He said, but he didn't seem sad about the news he's sharing.

I decide to ignore his nonchalant behavior. "I'll pray for her."

I began to get this weird vibe from Peter as he shook his head. "Is Christian here?" I nod. "Come out here with me real quick."

My heart was telling me no, but I guess my body and mind were on one accord and I walked out into the hallway with him.

He allowed me to close the door before grabbing me by my neck. "You wanna end us?" He asked.

Nervousness creeped into my body and I shook my head. "N-no."

His grip tightened around my neck, as he whispered into my ear. "If you ever try to end us, I'll make you regret it. Am I understood?"

At this point, I couldn't talk. I was too scared to say anything, was he really this crazy or was he just playing with me?

I try to push him away, but he grabs my hair, forcing me to look into his cold eyes. "If I have to repeat myself, Sarah, it will be hell for you. So like I fucking said, do I make myself fucking clear?!" He gritted.

I nod, trying hard not to burst into complete tears. "Y-yes Peter, I understand. Please let me go."

His face immediately softens and he lets me go. "So anyways, I need you to take over with Alsina. I'm going out of town handling another artist. I'll be back in a week or so." He smirks.

"Okay." I mumbled, keeping my head down.

"And if I find out you tryna leave, ima fucking kill you. I love you." He kissed my cheek, walking to the elevators.

I watch him go inside the elevators before I broke down crying. I've never been that scared since I was seventeen. He grabbed me and made he feel week.

Why can't I live in the life and not feel scared for my life. I'm petrified of getting hurt physically and mentally again. It look my five plus years to get to this level of sanity. I'm not going back to that small minded girl I used to be.

And maybe hanging out with August will help me become the woman I'm trying to be.

I walked back inside my apartment, grabbing my phone calling August.

"Helluh?" He answered, sounding like he just woke up.

"Are you just waking up? I'm sorry, I'll call you later." I said, feeling bad for disturbing his sleep.

"Ya' good ma. Wazzam witcha?"

"Y-you wanna go out for some lunch or something today?" I ask.

"Ya' askin' a nigga out baybeh?" He laughed lowly.

"Yes I am, but it's not a date." I assured.

"Of course I will baybeh, but I have a studio session today at 10. Maybe we could go for some dinner." He suggested.

"Of course, see you later dad-AUG!" I yelled out.

He laughed loudly. "See ya' lata' baybeh."