The 3 Types Of Guys

☀☀☀️️️Chapter 37: New And Old⛈⛈⛈

7 Years Later Kayla

"Wake up Tru!" I said shaking him.

"Good morning mom." He said.

"Good morning." I replied.

"Where's dad?" He asked.

"Wassup Tru?" Aug said walking in.

"Hey dad." He said getting out of bed.

He gave me a hug and a kiss then hugged August.

"Mom can we get milkshakes today?" He asked.

"Yeah mommy I want vanilla." Aug said smirking.

"A little bit later sweetie me and your dad have to umm..." I looked at August.

"Fuck." He said smirking.

"What did I tell ya about cussing?!" I semi yelled.

"What's a fuck again dad?" He asked.

"ANTHONY GET IN THE BEDROOM NOW!" I yelled.

"Tru get dressed and brush your teeth. Daddy's in trouble." I said.

August was still by the door. I grabbed his ear and dragged him into our bedroom.

"August Anthony Alsina, what the hell did I tell ya about cussing and acting sexual around kids?" I asked sighing with my hands on my hips.

He licked his lips and grabbed my waist. Then he kissed my neck.

"I'll punish ya somehow." I said smirking.

"Put these on." I said handing him my beats.

I connected my iPod to the headphones and turned on Feels Like Vegas. Then I turned it up all the way.

"Good." I said smirking still.

I straddled him on the bed while he took off my shirt. I started grinding on AJ through our pants. He bit his lip and I giggled. I leaned down to pretend to kiss him. As soon as I was about to kiss him, I leaned over and missed on purpose. Then I rolled off the bed and smirked at him. I unbuckled his belt and pulled out AJ. I took one side of the headphones out of his ear.

"Close ya eyes." I demanded.

"Why?" He asked.

"Close ya damn eyes for ya don't get shit!" I semi yelled.

I put the other side back in. He closed his eyes and I grabbed his hand. I wrapped his hand around AJ and spit on him. Then I got up, put my shirt back on, and ran out the room.

"Tru hurry up let's go get milkshakes!" I said handing him his shoes.

I put on mine and we ran to the car.

"Isn't dad coming?" He asked.

"No, he has to fuck." I said.

Tru was quiet. He looked like he wanted to ask another question and he was too confused. But he was still quiet.

"Tru when we get home, we need to have a talk." I said.

"Am I in trouble ma?" He asked.

"No beybeh." I said.

Back At Home

"Anthony get in this kitchen!" I semi yelled.