No strings{ August Alsina fan fic}

Chapter two

August's POV
Its been a month and I been thinkin bout Layla heavy. It's sumn about ha dat i cant get out my head. I can't figure out when or where I saw ha. We been textin and gettin familiar wit each otha.

Aug: Wazzam Beybeh . I wanna come see u.. like tonight

Layla😍💦: ok that's fine.. Chey just left anyway.
She sent me ha address and said she has white chairs on da porch.
Aug: ight coo.. I'm otw

Layla😍💦: ok the door is unlocked

~ Layla's POV ~

Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! August is really coming over my house!!! My first instinct was to cook. I turn on some music and started to make some spaghetti.

I started twirling my hips and squatting at the same time. Then I started twerking at the same paste as the beat. I was in the middle of twerking when I felt hands on my waist. I kept dancing and he was moving with me. I smiled and turned around. "Alright that's enough, sir." I say pushing him back.

"I remember na. I know why you look too familiar.. I was dancing behind you at da club last month." He says. My mouth immediately dropped.

"Seriously.. stop lying." I say.

"I swear beybeh." He says putting his hands on his heart. "But gimmie anotha dance." He said smirking.

"No sir." I shake my head. He pulls me close and rest his hands on my butt.

"Why not. It ain't da first time you danced on meh." He gripped my ass a little. It visibly made my knees weaken.

"August go sit down. Get away from me." I said pushing him a little. I turned back around to stir the noodles. He hugs me from the back, his long arms wrapped around my waist.

"Why?" He says in the crook of my neck.

"Because you're being lustful. Now, the food is ready. Lemme fix your plate." I say attempting to push him to the table.

"Nah. You cooked so ima fix ya plate. No if, ands, or buts." He says pulling my chair out and sitting me down.

"Well thank you, Aug." I smile. He blows me a kiss. He hands me my plate and sits down. We both pray over our food then dig in.

"Oouu Ma this food good." He says puttin more spaghetti and garlic bread in his mouth.

"Slow down. Your food ain't going nowhere." I say laughing a little.

"My bad. It's just so good." He says.

"Thank you." I smile. 

We finished eating and august told me to relax while he washed the dishes. I offered to help since he's my guest, but of course he wanted to be stubborn. He finishes and comes sit next to me. He puts my legs on his lap and starts to massage them. I laid back on one of the couch pillows.

"Thank you August." I say.

"Fa what?" He says massaging my thighs too.

"Helping me. Being here in general." I say dozing off.

"No problem. Goodnight beybeh." He says.