Love Isn't Enough (L.I.E)

Ch. 11: Unthinkable Pt. 2

**So because it's like snowing cats and dogs outside in my area, everything is closed today. Soooo.. I decided to spend my snow day from work on completing Part II. Y'all love me. Yes I know 😏

(I didn't proof read so please excuse my errors. Enjoy!)

August

From what I can remember about last night, the events just kept replaying in my head. I just know that somehow, Krystal's crazy ass gave me head at the club last night. I didn't even nut, smh. I was fucking wasted that Big T and Trav literally carried me out the club and brought me home. I haven't spoken to Kourtney since last night before the club, and to be honest I don't know if I'm ready to.

I feel like shit, knowing that I let that girl get the best of me. There's no way I can explain this to Kourt without her leaving me. We only a few months in on our relationship and I already fucked up. Kourtney has been calling me all morning, but I haven't answered. I honestly don't know what to say to her at this point because she don't deserve this shit.

I'm a nigga who loves wholeheartedly when in a relationship, and there ain't no doubt that I love Kourtney.

I looked over at my buzzing phone. Kourtney. I let out a deep, frustrated, and stressful sigh. Might as well answer.

"Hello?"

"August what the hell? I've been calling you like crazy. I waited up all night for you and you never came." I could hear the worry in her voice.

Damn man.

"I'm sorry baby. I got real drunk last night. T and Trav brought me home afta' the club an' I been sleepin' ever since." I partially lied.

"Aw babe I'm sorry. How are you feeling? Have you eaten anything yet?" I smiled at how nurturing she was. I swea' nothing can go wrong wit'er.

"Nah, not yet. I'm good though. Don't worry 'bout me mama. I'a be good." I ran my hand down my face.

"I'm coming over August. Wash up please."

"Kourt you really don't have to." I wasn't quite ready to face her yet, the guilt might eat my ass alive.

"Too bad, I just put my shoes on. Take a shower babe." And with that she hung up.

I got up and took out a fresh pair of Ralph Lauren boxer briefs and done basketball shorts. When I'm home, I'on wear no shirt. Anybody who know me, knows Aug stay shirtless.

I walked into the bathroom and set the shower to the right temperature. Then I hopped in and showered fa' about 20 minutes, washin' off every part of me makin' sho' there's no remnants of Krystal left on me. My whole time in the shower, all I thought about was last night and what's gonna happen if Kourtney finds out. At this moment, I decided to not tell her. I just know she can never find this shit out and I can't fuck up anymore. I just hope I'm making the right decision by keepin' dis under wraps.

I put my clothes on and decided to head down stairs. As I got closer to downstairs, I smelt eggs and bacon comin' from the kitchen. There's no need to guess whether Kourtney's hea' or not.

Kourtney

I decided to get a head start on breakfast while I heard the shower upstairs run. I was whipping up some eggs, bacon and toast. Something simple and light to put on his stomach. Just to smooth over his hangover.

A few minutes later, I hear the shower turn off. Not much longer, I saw him appear in the kitchen and sit down on the stool at the island.

"Morning babe. I made you breakfast." I grabbed two plates out of the cabinet and walked over to the island to peck his lips.