I got to the studio around 9:30, which is earlier than usual for me. Since I would be filling in for Peter, I wanted to be here early so I could manage things better. And I got in contact with some people, a friend of August, who was going to be here around ten o'clock to help with one of the songs on his upcoming album.

I decided I would come to work alone and leave my precious baby back at the apartment with the babysitter I hired some days ago. It was so hard to get Christian to stay home for the day. I know I spoil my baby a lot, but what he did this morning in front of the babysitter was totally unacceptable. He was kicking, screaming, yelling, throwing a huge temper tantrum for no reason.

The morning was a totally no for me. Especially Peter. When Peter left, I looked in the mirror and seen that I had a huge hand print bruise on my neck. Peter knew I bruise super easy and for him to choke me and pull on my hair like he did was unacceptable. I've noticed that everything that happened this morning was just a wake up call. But, what can I do? He could end my life with just a snap of a finger. Plus, I have a son to look out for.

I'm scared for my life. What if I try to leave and he does the same thing Raymond did when I tried to escape? The mere thought of what happened years ago sent chills down my spine.

"Whatcha doin' hea' so early? You don't usually come in dis' early." I jump, turning around to see August.

"Jesus, dude! You can't be sneaking up on black people like that. That'll get you hit." I said, holding my chest.

He laughed, playfully rolling his eyes at me. "You won't hit me, baybeh, so stop allat frontin' like you bout dat action."

"I could be." I blushed.

"Really na?" He smirked, raising his eyebrow in a questioning manner.

"Anyways, I'm here because I have your friend coming through in about 10 minutes." I said.

"I ain' got friends, baybeh."

"So I'm not your friend?" I asked, pouting unintentionally.

"

I smirked. "Yeah, you are. You ma' best friend lil baybeh, na stop allat poutin'."

She blushed, turnin' away from me. "Okay, August."

Soon 10 o'clock came and I was in da' studio with Sarah, talkin' bout our lil "play date dinner" ta'night.

"Ya' gon' jack ma' style again?" I asked, jokin' with ha'.

"N-no." She smiled.

"Come hea', Sarah." I licked ma' lips. I watched ha' as she walked ha' fine ass ova' ta' me. She stared down at ma' lips, scootin' closer ta' me.

"Y-yes August."

I pulled ha' on ma' lap, but befo' I could do what I wanted ta' do, the dumb ass do' busted wide open and ma' nigga Breezy walked his light bright ass in.

"Oh shit my bad, Yung." He said, walkin' all da' way in, sittin' on da' near by stool. "Sarah? Is that you?! You little devil. What up girl?!"

Cock blockin' ass nigga. Nigga don' said "ma' bad" just ta' continue on cock blockin'.

Even though I wasn't gon' fuck Sarah, I still wanted some mo' alone time wit' ha'. Just ta' see how them lips taste.

Ha' eyes widened in shock as she hurried off me and fixed ha' clothes. "H-hey Christopher. I d-didn't know you were coming this soon. How's Joyce?"

How da' fuck she know mama Joy?

"Don't try to change the subject girl. Hell you doing on his lap like that?" He asked and I smirked watchin' ha' get nervous.

"He-I was j-just-He had—" he cut ha' off laughin'."

"I can't witcho stuttering ass, gimme a hug girl." He stood up and hugged her.

I mugged Chris ugly ass. He huggin' on ha' ass too long. Dat' shit foul.

He smirked at me, whisperin' some shit in ha' ear. She laughed loud, pushin' him off ha.

Fuck was so funny?

"How ya' know Sarah, nigga?" I asked.

"Man, she use to live with my auntie." He smiled at ha'.

"Why?"

"That's a long story for a different day. Today we have to go over your song 'Been Around The World'. Chris, August has already recorded the track, as you know, Mr. Jones sent it to you. All we need is your verse and a few ad-libs from you and August." Sarah said, pulling ha' phone out.

"I'm going to call Mr. Jones so he can go over any extras he needs from you guys, okay?" We nodded.

Baby girl, show me what makes you different from the other girls

You must not know me, girl I'm the best you ever had

So girl don't you start running a game on me

Don't be listening to them weak niggas, a nigga rich, we taking trips, I spend a week witcha

Baby now we on the beach, rolling in the sand

Go to Paris, I know you like France

You can bring your girls, ain't a lot of niggas

I'mma end up grabbing your booty with both hands

Then you like "Please baby"

Can we go somewhere one on one so you can put it on me baby?

Girl I'mma put it down, you know I've been around

You get the dick cause I-

Chris continue to sing adding his adlibs to the chorus, right along with August. I smiled, telling them to come out the booth.

"Theo, do you mind playing the play back of the entire song?" I asked.

Theo nodded and began to play the playback to the song. I bobbed my head along with the beat. I smiled at them, offering up the thumbs up to the both of them.

"Issa hit!" Chris yelled out, dancing foolishly around the studio.

I laughed at him. "August can you dance?"

"Hell yeah. I dance better than dis' nigga." He said, causing Chris to stop dancing to look at him.

"Hell nah nigga. Hit some shit right now." Chris argued, leaning against the door with his arms crossed.

"Ya' ain' worthy of seein' ma' awesome ass dance moves." August shrugged, smirking lightly in my direction.

I looked away, still slightly embarrassed that Chris caught August and I in the position that we were in.

"I'm gonna uh be right back. I have to call Peter about the record and tell him it's finished and it's a hit. Good job both of you. This song is amazing." I smiled, walking out the room.

"So, what's up with you and my little sister, Yung?" Chris asked, smirkin' at me,

"She cool, ya' heard me, she good company. I'm just tryna get ta' know ha' fa' right na'." I said strokin' ma' chin hair wit' ma' thumb and index finger.

"Fuck outta here, nigga." He laughed, "Why you playing, you know you want her. Aye, for real though be easy on her. She been hurt a hell of a lot in the past. The shit that happened to her in the past was foul as fuck yo. But I know yo ugly ass and I know how you move, don't play her. She deserve the world." He shook his head.

"And I feel ya'. She a queen, ya' heard." I began to think about the conversation we had in the women's restroom.

Hol' on. Fuck dis' nigga meant by 'what happened to ha' inna' past was foul'? As I registered what he said, it sparked a lil match and had me intrigued on what happened to ha'? "Aye, whatcha mean by dat'?"

"Man, she was beat by an ex of hers and he raped her, damn near killed her. How the fuck you ain't hear about it, both of y'all mothafucka from the NO." He said.

"Shit nigga, I had ma' own shit ta' deal wit'."

Dats fucked up on so many levels man. She a beautiful ass woman who the fuck would wanna do some shit like that ta' ha' nice ass. On me, if I eva' dat sus ass nigga, ima fuck his whole world up.

"Anyways, so are y'all talking? Aye, no lie y'all a cute ass couple and y'all would make some cute ass babies. I approve." He joked, but held a lil bit of seriousness in his voice.

"Nigga shut the fuck up!" I laughed loudly. "But nah, lil baybeh in ha' own relationship."

"With who?" He asked, furrowed his eyebrows.

"Dat nigga Peter. Mr. Jones head ass. His ugly ass cuffed lil baybeh befo' I did." I said, shruggin'.

Ain' like I can't snatch ha' fine ass away from his square ass.

"THE NIGGA THAT MURDERED HIS MOTHAFUCKIN' PREGNANT WIFE? HELL NAH YO!"