I was still at the interview wit Hot .97 talkin ta' these fools. They had me a bit tight when they kept bringin up Jessica hoe ass. Talm bout some Jessica this and Jessica that. I'm ti'ed of that shit. Minimum question on my upcomin album, but a whole lotta question on Jess hoe ass. But it's whateva, this what I get fa' trying to wife that bitch.

"Alright, one more question August. Some days ago on TMZ, they caught you, your brother and your nieces at the airport. But what the fans were goin crazy over was the chick you had in this passenger seat. That's bae, Aug?" Ebro said grinnin in ma' direction.

I smirk. "I can't be friends wit ha'?" I asked strokin ma' chin hairs.

"Nah, G. Fans say they see y'all out all the time on dates, holding hands, kissing each other in the cheek. What happened to Ms. Jessica?" He asked.

I cleared ma' throat, drinkin some water. "Man," I wanted ta' say fuck Jess bum ass, but I couldn't. I'on wanna shine no mo light on that bitch. "We ova. We ain' made fa' each otha and I'm not bout to force ma'self or ha' in this relationship. We betta separated than tagether."

"That's why you had that woman in the car." Laura asked causin me ta' laugh.

"Dats ma' baybeh. She a real good friend. She ain' bae yet, but she a real ass friend." I said smilin a lil.

"Alright then August. Ladies y'all heard it here first. August Alsina bout to be off the market." Rosenberg said laughin.

"Y'all muthafucka funny as hell." I laughed.

"So Aug, your album This Thing Called Life?" Ebro said bringin it back ta' business.

"Yeah. Go get ma' album This Thing Called Life comin out December 16." I said keepin it simple and short.

"This Thing Called Life out December 16, get ready. We out." Ebro said and they shut the cameras off and mics.

"That's really yo ol' lady Aug?" Rosenberg asked, makin me laugh.

Talm bout some fuckin ol' lady. That's ma' fucking wife.

"Man gon." I laughed. "But nah, not yet."

Afta a few minutes of talkin ta' them fools, I grab ma' shit and went back ta' ma' crib.

Ta' say a nigga was ti'ed was a understatement. A nigga exhausted. I couldn't wait ta' take ma' ass house and lay in ma' nice ass bed and relax.

As I pulled up at ma' crib, I could see Sarah and lil man onna porch playin and shit.

"Wazzam baybeh." I said kissin ha cheek.

"Hey." She answered back dryly.

"You good?" I asked.

She turned ha' head ta' look at me befo' shakin ha' head. "No, I'm not. Christian, baby, go in the house real quick."

He nodded and ran inna house. "What's wrong wit you? Peter botherin you still? I swea' ta' God, I'll beat the fuck outta this bitc–"

"No he's not, August. I saw your wife. She pulled up today." She cut me off.

I paused, starin inta Sarah's face. "Fuck you say?"

"Your wife, August. Ms. Jessica Walter. She told me y'all got a baby. A daughter who you don't take care of. And not to mention the witch was staring at my child like he was the dirtiest thing she had ever seen. Then she made a little racist remark about black men eyeing my baby. Tell yo wife I'll smack fire from her about mine." She snapped.

If I wasn't pissed off that the bitch jus popped up, Sarah lil ass would've had me bout hard as fuck.

"Hold on, what? Fuck outta hea. Dat ain' ma' fuckin chile! Until I see proof, fuck her and the baby."

"Calm down. The baby has nothing to do with y'all stupid relationship." She rolled ha' eyes. "Figure out if the baby is yours or not. Until then, take me home." She said.

"Fuck no. So that nigga can put his hands on you? Nah. So get rid of that dumb ass attitude and go inna house." I said.

"Take us home."

"Sarah, go inna house man."

"Take us home, August. I'm not trying to be here while your wife does these random pop ups." She said folding ha arms ova her chest.

I lick ma' lips, "I thought you loved me? Why you tryna leave a nigga hea' by his self?"

She blushed as a small smile appeared on ha face. "I do love you, but I don't want to be around all of this. August, I just want you and you only with no strings attached. No crazed out ex, wives, or babymommas."

I grabbed ha and pulled ha out the chair. "You got it. You ain' leavin me though. You got a nigga fucked up. I love you too. Na gimme a hug, talkin bout I'm leavin. You betta leave this porch and take yo ass inna house."

She wrapped ha arms around ma neck. I let ma arms wrap around ha body. "I love you, August."

A nigga heart started beatin fast. "I love you too." I grab ha ass, squeezing it. "Dat ass gettin fat. Whatchu eatin?"

"You always ruin the moment. And I'm eating right." She said smartly.

"I can tell." I licked my lips, kissin ha' onna cheek. "I can't wait ta get all up in dat thang. Got a nigga hard as fuck."

I grabbed ha hand and placed it on ma' print. She blushed, massagin ma shit.

"Don't that hurt?" She asked.

"Fuck yes. Na move yo hand foe I fuck the shit outta you." I asked ready ta bust outta these damn pants.

"What if I want you to? Do I still have to move?" She asked.

"Man, gon. You ain' even ready fa me. Dis hea made fa the strong and powerful. Ain' no tappin, runnin, cryin, and whinin. You either take dis dick or don't suggest this." I said.

She licked ha lips, unintentionally bitin down on them. "Okay."

"Come on so I'ca take a shower."

"Hey gurl, how ya doin? Ma name is August, last name Alsina. I was wonderin if I can take you out show you a good time, invite you to ma' house. Hea is ma' number, girl you can call me. And don't fuckin fa'get the name is Yungin." August sang playfully.

"You just messed up a very beautiful song. My favorite song at that." I said turning off the music.

August, Christian, and I were on our way to some carnival they built some days ago. I was hesitant about stepping out with August because I heard his interview and his fans can be a little crazy.

Not as bad as Team Breezy or the BeyHive, but they were still missing some screws.

"Whatchu know bout some Charlie Wilson, baybeh?" He smirked my way.

"Baby? Remember what you said, I'm not your baybeh yet." I smiled teasing him.

"You makin it seem like you ain't already mine. Ma' name already engraved on you. You mine till the day you die. Even afta you still gon be mine." He stated pulling up at the carnival.

I look up at him, smiling softly. "If I didn't love you, I'd think what you just said was crazy."

"Ima crazy muthafucka, baybeh." He said stepping out of the car.

After getting out the car and paying for three wristbands, Christian ran over to a ride called the swing.

I bite my lip, unsure on letting him ride. "Baby are you sure? You don't want to start off with a different ride?"

Maybe a kiddy ride, where you're barely off the ground.

He nodded. "I want this one. August can you ride with me? I think momma scared."

August laughed. "I gotchu man."

I mug August, pushing him off me. "I can't stand you. I'll be over there with the elephant ears. Have fun and be safe okay. Anthony don't let my baby fall."

"Man gon with allat Jeanie."

After a few hours at the carnival, we decided to head back. Like I mentioned before August's fans are insane. Every ride him and Christian got on, they were right there. We couldn't even eat in peace without someone coming up asking for an autograph or a picture. I didn't mind at first, but I was getting a bit heated when they kept asking to take pictures with Christian.

Like, no. Back up before I slap you.

"Sarah." August called and I looked over at him, mumbling under my breath. "What happened ta yo accent? You talk like you ain' from the south."

"Peter put me in speech therapy because he said every time I open my mouth to talk it made me less attractive and look stupid." I informed shrugging.

"Fuck he tryna say? We talk like we fuckin illiterate? Nah. I'on want this fake ass Sarah, talkin like you white and from Beverly Hills and shit. I want the real you. I want dat NO slang. Fuck he talkin bout stupid. I'll give his ass a stupid ass NO beat down. Beat the fuck outta his pussy ass." He snapped.

"What if this is the real me?"

"It's not. That nigga made you change so much bout yo self that you don't even know who you are. You can't talk regular cause you sound ugly and stupid. Can't eat what you wanna eat cause you fat. What's next? Can't sit yo fine ass down cause you lazy?"

"August please." I said pouting.

My eyes burned with tears wanting to escape. I wiped my face as he pulled in the driveway.

"Go inna house, baybeh. I got lil man." He sighed.

I nodded, grabbing his keys right along with my purse. I unlock the door letting August walk in first. I quickly shut the door, locking it behind us.

I sat on the couch, playing with my fingers before August came sat next to me.

"Where's Christian?" I asked keeping my head down. I didn't want to make eye contact with August. Hearing him say those things and having to relive what Peter did to me had me a little insecure.

Did Peter really think I was fat? I mean, he told me once that I was gaining too much weight, but was I really just walking around with too much fat on my body?

I don't know what August sees in you. You're fat, stupid, disgusting.

I shake my head, rubbing my temples getting rid of the voices for now.

"He inna room sleep. What's wrong wit you?" He asked grabbing my hand, lifting my head up.

I sniffled, "Am I ugly, August?"

He clenched his jaw, making eye contact with me. "Hell nah. You beautiful as fuck Sarah and it irritates the fuck outta me when you act like you ain'. Ain' shit wrong with how you look, talk, walk, or act. Stop letting these bum ass niggas get in yo head and tell you lies. Ain' shit wrong wit how we talk. I'm intelligent as fuck and I talk like this." He said shrugging his shoulders.

I look down, twisting my lips to the side. I've come so accustomed to how Peter wanted me to talk and behave I don't even know how to be Sarah Jeanie Marshall from New Orleans. To be honest, I forgot all about her. I've erased her from my memory because I wanted to please Peter.

Maybe it's time for me to say skip trying to please everyone and just focus on pleasing me.

"Can you come somewhere with me?" I asked playing with my fingers.

"Whea?"

"New Orleans." I said looking up at him.