August

"August, I saw you take the card!"

I tuck the card further into the sofa. "Oh please, I don't need to cheat in candy land against you, Robin."

She stands up, "And what's the supposed to mean?" She asks, standing on her tippy toes and huffing her chest at me.

I step closer. "It means you suck, Davis. You are absolutely terrible at any board game you've ever played."

She pushes me on the sofa and before I can register what's happening, Robin chokes me from behind. "What the fuck are you doing?" I breathe out.

"Say you give up!" She shouts, tightening her hold on my neck.

"No."

Robin hits my head and squeezes tighter. "Say it, cunt!"

I had two options. I could simply lift her off of me and get revenge or I could bow down and give up. The first option seemed a lot more pleasing to my ego than the second.

"I give up! Your fucking nails are digging into my skin and not in the good way."

I remove her hands from around my neck and toss her to the side of me just as my doorbell rings. I get up as she smiles in accomplishment. When I open the door, Marie stands at the door with a wide smile and a plate of cookies.

I face Robin. "Marie is here!"

"Wait, why is Robin here?" Marie asks, stepping inside of the house.

"Yes. Come right in." I mumble, closing the door behind her as she walks to the kitchen counter.

"We were finishing some last-minute details for the wedding." Robin says, and I shoot her a confused glance.

Marie smiles, "Well, all right then!" She sets the plate of cookies on the counter. "Consider it one of the many payments for your help!" She says, walking back to the door. She says goodbye to Robin before leaving.

Robin and I pick up a cookie. At the first bite, I nod with a smile. Chocolate chips will never not be amazing. I take another cookie and Robin does. As if drugs are in it or something, we eat them all in less than five minutes. Once we are finished, I start to feel dizzy and I notice my eyesight becomes slightly less clear.

I laugh for no reason, and Robin matches my action. I point at her and frown. "Why did you laugh?"

She shrugs. "I don't kn-"

The doorbell rings again and before I can answer it, Marie walks back inside with a panicked expression. "Those are the wrong..." she sighs. "Cookies."

"What?"

"There were drugs in those cookies, you guys. Weed actually, Damien and I wanted to, um, try something, you know?"

I shrug, "Well, I feel fine."

"Me too."

"Robin, you're looking at the refrigerator, not me, honey."

I turn around and make Robin face Marie instead of the refrigerator. "Me too." She repeats.

Having enough of the chitchat, I pick up my keys. "Babe." I call out to Robin.

"Hmm?" she replies

"Let's go get a condom." I say, taking her hand behind me as Marie stands in front of us with a look of confusion.

"We've never tried those before!"

I push Marie out of the door with us and hold Robin's hand as I lock the door behind us. Marie complains to us about having drugs in our system and not being in the right mind to walk alone at night as we walk down the street, but we ignore her.

I place Robin on my back before she can start nagging as a frown forms on my face. "Why don't we use condoms, anyway?"

"I can't have children." She replies, a small laugh escaping her lips.

I stop walking. "Is that the drugs or are you actually serious right now?"

"I'm being one hundred percent serious right now, August. I cannot have children."

"Robin, that shit is not funny." I respond and begin walking again. "I'm sorry."

"Oh, don't get soft on me now."

"No, I'm sorry. You would've been an amazing mom."

"You don't mean that. Your heads just fucked up from the drugs." She mumbles and starts to run her hands through my hair as we near the store.

"Maybe. Maybe not. Either way, you'd make an awesome mom, Robin."

"Well, thank you. You'd make a horrible father." She responds as I set her down. I open the store door for her and hold her hand when we walk in.

She gasps, noticing diet Pepsi. I quickly grab it for her and as I am walking towards her, I see a man speaking to her. When my jaw tightens and anger rises inside of me, I grow confused.

It's just the drugs making me feel like this.

Definitely.

Totally.

Absolutely.

Why the hell would I be jealous? We're not together. I hate Robin. We're simply just fuck-buddies. I couldn't care less about her talking to another guy.

Robin and the guy talk until I finish paying for it. I decide not to buy a condom, replacing it with a beer. When I am done, I call out to Robin, and she walks to me. I hand her the Diet Pepsi and begin walking silently.

Robin

I giggle as I step into August's house behind him. He throws his keys on the counter as I rush to the bathroom. I pee and glance at myself in the mirror. My eyes are red and droopy, my eyeliner smudged and hair a mess. I don't quite know if it's the drugs Marie put in the cookies or if I'm changing, but for once, I don't care.

I stumble out of the bathroom, as August still doesn't say a word. Ever since we came out of the store, he hasn't said as much as a 'hi' to me.

"What's wrong?" I ask, walking to the counter he is standing next to. Usually, he is babbling about something by now.

"Nothing." He mumbles. When he lifts me up and places me on the counter, I gasp.

August stands between my legs and grips my thighs as he begins kissing my neck roughly.

"Something is wrong. What happened?" I ask, heat rising in my core.

He unbuckles his pants and shirt. "You and that guy at the store. Seemed like you hit it off." He says, huskily. His voice was deep. Low. Possessive.

"So? Is that what this is about? Are you mad about that, August?"

He chuckles against my skin and presses a kiss behind my ear. His laugh makes the heat grow inside of me. "Not mad at all. Why would I be mad?"

Before I have time to prepare myself, his pants are down, my underwear pushed aside, and his dick sinks into me harshly. My head falls back and I cry out as he thrusts all of him inside of me with no remorse.

"It sure as hell seems like you are!" I breathe out.

His hold goes to my hips, and he leans closer. August thrusts into me again forcefully but kept at a steady pace. Each time he thrusts, I feel as if my walls would break within an instant.

"Let me ask you a question, Robin." He says. "Do you think he could fuck you better than me?" He rasps and I shudder as my head falls back.

His grip tightens on me and he pounds into me again. My mouth goes agape and I clench around him. His thrusts are so hard, I start to find it hard to breathe correctly. My nails dig into his back in pleasure as he leans closer.

"Answer the question." He says against me.

August sinks deeper into me-which I hadn't even known was possible and tugs my hair. He quickens his pace, now hitting my g-spot with every thrust he makes. Tears sit at the brim of my eyes, a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"No!" I cry out, so close to my release. "He wouldn't! No one can!"

I feel him smile against me. "Damn fuckin' right."

"Oh gosh, I hate your ego-manic ass!"

He chuckles again and kisses my neck. "Mm-hmm. Hate me while you cum all over my dick, baby." He says and after one last thrust, I orgasm on him. My eyes roll back, my body shakes, and I moan his name as I do so.

He continues to pound into me as I try to calm down. After a moment, he stiffens inside of me and rests his head in the crook of my neck as he finds his release. Once he is done and I have finally calmed down, he takes me off of the counter and sits me on the sofa.

I lie down as he cleans the counter and wanders off in the bathroom. I close my eyes and as soon as I am about to doze off, he takes a seat next to me. August pats my stomach. "Wake up, boss lady."

I groan and lean forward. I notice his eyes are just as red as mine. His eyes droop slightly, making him appear even more attractive. I peck his lips and he leans forward with me.

"You've been a bad girl, Robin?" He whispers.

My mouth twitches as I try to stop the laughter that wants to escape. I grin. "Yes."

"Let me hear it, baby."

"The day we made cookies, at the grocery store, I picked up ice cream but I didn't want it anymore when I got to the bread aisle. So guess what I did?"

His eyes widen. "You didn't?"

"Mm-hmm. I left the ice cream in the bread aisle."

"I said bad, not pure evil, Robin!"

I laugh and lean closer. He stares at me as I smile. When he continues to stare without saying anything, my smile grows wider. "What?"

August moves a strand of hair behind my ear as a small smile appears on his face. "You are so fucking beautiful."

"Thank you-"

August takes my face in his hands and his lips meet mine. This kiss is different from the ones we've had. It's not eager, rough, or meaningless. Instead, the kiss is slow and passionate. He takes his time, exploring my mouth and letting his finger roam through my hair. After a while, he pulls away.

My heart beating rapidly, I blush. "You kissed me." I say breathlessly.

"I always kiss you."

"Yeah, but we weren't having sex." I press my forehead against his and grin. "Are you like in love with me or something, August?"

He nods and smiles. "Yes. I am deeply in love with you, Robin."

We stare at each other like this for a minute. I bite the inside of my cheek and August bites the side of his lip as we try to prevent our laughs.

After a while I can't take it. I burst into laughter and August follows suit.

"Imagine that!"

My head falls as we hit each other's arms in laughter. I wheeze and when I snort, I laugh harder as August's eyes widen.

"Did you just fucking snort?" He asks in shock.

I nod and feel my bladder weaken. I stand up, feeling as though I am about to piss myself. I rush to the bathroom and when I return, I find August passed out on the sofa.

I roll my eyes and pick up a pillow. "Pussy!" I say, hitting his face with the pillow.

He groans and throws the pillow to the side. August grabs me by the waist and pulls me on top of him. I lie my head on his chest as he wraps the blanket around both of us. I know I'll get claustrophobic in a moment, but I don't say anything. I listen to the sound of his heartbeat as he rests his hand on my back and falls back to sleep. It isn't long before I doze off as well.

When I wake up in the morning, August is making breakfast. I take a shower, get dressed and, after eating, I kiss August before walking to the door. We flip each other off as a goodbye.

Throughout the rest of the day, everything is fine. I am surprisingly happy and even buy some of my employees lunch. But, around three, I receive a phone call from my mother's doctor.

When I answer it, she takes a moment to speak. "I'm so sorry, Ms. Davis."

My heart stops. My hands begin to shake. "What?"

"Your mom passed away ten minutes ago. I am deeply sorry for your loss."

The phone drops from my hands and falls to the desk. Kelly's head shoots up, and she stands up.

"Ms. Davis, is everything all right?"

My body trembles as my eyes water. My mouth parts in shock as Kelly steps closer. "Ma'am, are you okay? What happened?"

I can't cry.

I won't cry.

Not in front of anyone. I've never done that before, and I won't do it now. Robin, you need to control yourself and stay professional.

"Kelly." I whisper.

"Yes, Ma'am?"

I sit down slowly and close my mouth as I gulp. "H-how far away-" I clear my throat and wipe my eyes aggressively. "How far away are Damien and Marie's wedding?"

"About three weeks. Are you sure you're all right, Ms. Davis?"

I fake a smile and end the call on my phone. "Of course. Get back to work, Kelly."

For the remainder of the day, I manage to not let it affect me. I stay professional and don't show any emotion as usual. After work, I immediately drive to August's place. As I walk to his door, tears fall down my face. I gulp, trying to continue to hold it in, but by the time I ring the doorbell I am full on sobbing.

He opens the door with a smile. It drops as soon as he sees me and his expression changes to one of worry. "Hey, what happened? Who m-"

"I need you." I whisper, tears soaking my face.

August doesn't say anything. He only pulls me towards him and wraps his arms around me. He closes the door and hugs me tightly as I sob on him. He rubs my back and presses a kiss to the top of my head.

"I'm here, baby," He whispers. "I'm here. I've got you."