Her Love | August Alsina

26. First Date

Mariya's POV

The feeling of wet kisses being applied to my face forced me to wake up from my slumber. Opening my eyes, I came face to face with my own personal alarm clock. "Baby." I grumbled. "You know how I feel about being woken up." Even though I was grumpy and slightly irritated with him for waking me up, I still tried to bring his body as close to mine as possible. A small smile appeared on my lips as he met me halfway, nestling himself between my legs, letting his head rest on my chest.

"Betta than ya alarm clock." He argued. At the mention of it, I turned my head to check the time. 8:30. I wasn't scheduled to wake up for another half hour. "I started ta wake ya up with ma dick, but I decided against it."

"I'm glad you didn't cause I would have slapped you."

"And I woulda fucked ya harder."

Ignoring the blush that rose to my cheeks, I pinched August on his side earning a groan from him. "It's too early for you to be nasty. Why are you up so early anyway?" I questioned, running my fingers through his curls. "I gotta go ta tha shop early today, but Imma be back here at seven ta pick ya up fa our date."

"We're going on date?" I asked a bit too quickly. He chuckled at my question and nodded his head. "Yeah. Our first date cuz Ion count tha one we had at tha aquarium."

"I need to go get my hair done and find an outfit."

"Ya hair is fine, babeh."

"I know it is, but I want to look more than "fine" for you." I said. "It's a woman thing, love. Which brings me to my next question, where are we going?"

"It's a surprise." He mumbled, looking up at me.

"Tell me where."

"I just told ya ass it was a surprise." He huffed, pushing his body up until we were face to face. "Ya gonna look gorgeous no matta what." He grumbled before pecking my lips. I blushed again for the second time this morning. August could be such a charmer when he wanted to be. I poked my lips out and put a finger to his own to halt his kisses. "But baby I need to know where we're going. I need to know whether I should dress causal, or classy, or maybe wear nothing at all..." I whispered seductively. My little tease worked. I had to bite my lip to hold back my giggles at Aug's frustrated expression.

"Babeh, ya gonna learn ta stop teasing me like this." He muttered, pressing his face into my neck. "Mm!" I couldn't help the moan that left my lips as he nipped at my neck. As many hickies as he's left there, I was surprised I didn't have a permanent mark. I placed my hands on his bare chest and somehow managed to push him away. "A-Anthony, stop. You need to go to work."

"And ya need ta stop teasin' a nigga all tha time, Elise."

August's POV

"Just shape up tha sides and back fa me, Unc."

"I got ya youngin', but when ya gonna let me meet this girl I've been hearin' so much about?" He asked, placing the covering over me. Ma uncle was pretty much tha only one who had yet ta meet Yaya.

"Soona or lata'." I shrugged. "Ya ass was neva here when I did come by with ha."

"Well, I'm tellin' ya now to bring ha by. I need to see the woman that got you all sprung."

"Sprung is right!"

"I ain't never seen Aug act so mushy before."

"Mariya got him like that. Ain't that right, Aug?"

This is how it always was when I came in tha shop. Yaya had me like this, Yaya had me like that. My babeh was a hot topic round hea. All these niggas always had sumn ta say when it came ta me and Yaya. The old heads usually commented on how "cute" we was. And the youngins be 2.5 seconds away from gettin' they asses beat. Talkin' bout they could take ha from me and shit. Niggas thought. Mariya was all mine and I'd be damned if I let anotha' nigga or bitch take ha away from me.