August POV
I just got home from Savannah only to be dragged back out my house for interviews all morning and another hosting tonight. I swear it's like my work never stops. I walked in the house. I knew Jada and the kids weren't there cause it was too quiet and her car wasn't here.
I hurried and jumped in the shower, doing everything I need to. I put my dirty clothes away, once I got dressed. I grabbed some clothes stuffing them in a duffle and rushed downstairs.
I made a quick note before heading out to the car, for my first interview of the day.
Jada POV (6:30pm)
I've been out with these rug rats all day, going from the mall, to the ice cream shop, to the park, to Nyla's house. These kids had my ass worn out. I just wanted to come home and clean and lay with my baby.
I sent Anthony to his room for his homework and Kayla went somewhere in this house. I walked into the kitchen washing my hands then walked into our bedroom.
I seen the laundry basket in the corner topped off with clothes. I sighed picking up the basket taking it downstairs.
I began separating colors, whites, darks, and things that couldn't be dried. I picked up August shirt that he left with last night, I was about to throw it in white pile but I noticed a red smear.
I know this shit ain't lip stick. God I know this ain't fucking lip stick!
I took a deep breath trying not to jump to conclusions. I've been doing good trusting him, why would he mess up now.
I tossed the shirt a side throwing a load in the washer. I was not going to stress myself out.
(7:58pm)
"August stop walking away from me. I'm trying to have a conversation with you!" I groaned following behind him.
"No ya not! Ya accusing me of cheating on you. Again! I'm not doing this dumb ass shit with you bruh move!" He slightly pushed me a side. I don't know why but that pissed me off.
Before thinking I shoved him, since he was caught off guard he gripped onto the dressed to keep from falling. I watched him take a few deep breaths before slowly turning around.
"The fuck did I tell yo ass about putting yo fucking hands on me Jada. You lucky I'm a real ass nigga, and ion smack the fuck outchu." He yelled in my face making me slightly jump back.
"Who's fucking lipstick is this August?"
"I DON'T FUCKING KNOW JADA! GET THAT THROUGH YA FUCKING HEAD!" He voiced deepened as he yelled at me, while forcefully poking my head with his index finger.
"Stop fucking yelling at me my nigga. I'm not yelling at you! All I asked was where this shit came from and you spazzing on me. You would be acting the same way if not worse if my clothes smelled like some niggas cologne or some shit."
"Jada I'm a damn singa' I'm famous as hell, if you fucking forgot. Women are all over me all da fucking time. Some bitch kissed my neck, that's all dat shit was!"
"So why you acting like you don't fucking know what happened? You just fucking told me what happened."
"Because I don't fucking know the girl Jada! You blowin' mine right na'. Since you thinking a nigga cheatin' so bad how about I go a do just dat! I'm gone." I pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to carefully choose my words.
