Slave For You (August Alsina)

Serena POV

August Alsina 6′4 Caramel Skinny tattooed singer. I didn’t know who he was till my friend Ashely started to play his album. She is part of the nation and so she is basically obsessed with him. I like his music cause I’m a fan of good music especially music with a message. I don’t know if I actually like August as a person. Although I do want to meet him and make him mine. I need he needs a woman like me. Our personalities are going to clash. Two rude and slick people don’t usually work out. But I have faith that it will.

Anyway, I picked August as my potential new project/ toy because of his attitude and his life. I don’t like the way he treats his momma, I didn’t like how he handle the backlash from groping that lady or the fact that he groped her and I don’t like Miracle Watts. I will August Alsina's life and he will submit to me.

Which leads to here. I’m cooking up a feast for a King. My new King August.

The door opens

“Who the hell is cooking in my house?

Footsteps and he is face to-face with me.

“You got 5 seconds to get the hell out of my house. Wait how the hell did you find my house and get in?

“Hi August, I’m Serena Foster. I got into your house because of that IG hoe. She was too busy picking which car of yours to drive to notice me.

“We’ll get out of here, crazy broad before I call the cops.

“Oh, I will, here is my information in case you ever want to talk. This stunt may be crazy but I actually care about you. Please don’t let the food go to waste, don’t worry I didn’t poison it. I also have a bath waiting for you. Have a good evening.

I walk away leaving him dumbfounded.

I know he will call and be one step closer to being mine.