His Life |Sequel To His Assistant|

Chapter Three

|Jasmine|

"Good Morning Leigha." I smiled.

"Oh good morning Mrs. August." She smiled.
"Umm.. Mr. Milan is already waiting for you outside your office."

I looked at my Rolex. It was only eleven-thirty.

I nodded. "Thank you."

I walked down the hall to my office. He was sitting in a chair beside my office door.

"Good morning Mr. Milan." I smiled.

He looked up from his phone before standing up. "Good Morning Mrs. August."

"Come on in." I smiled, unlocking my office door.

He sat down in the chair across from my desk.

"I wasn't expecting you this early." I said.

He sheepishly smiled. "I know, I was just anxious and decided to come early."

After getting myself settled in, we got straight down to business.

"So how long have you been designing?" I asked, taking another look at his portfolio.

"Since I was nineteen. So for about seven years." He replied.

I nodded my head. "I really like your work. It has that touch of class. Tell you what. We'll do a trial run. If people like what they see, then you have a spot on my line. Sound good?"

"That sounds more than good. Thank you so so so much." He smiled, showing those cute dimples.

"So in about two weeks, we'll start a trial run. Leigha will give you more details."

He nodded. "Sure thing. Thank you for all your time. I will not let you down."

"I'll be holding you to your word, Mr. Milan." I smiled.

"Please call me Marcel. And I'll see you in two weeks, Mrs. August." He said, standing up.

"Okay, Mr. Milan." I smiled. "Thanks for coming by." I stood up also.

He smiled before walking out.

I continued to work on things that needed to be done before soon heading back home.

Chrystal was still at home sick, while CJ was at school.

"Babe, I'm back." I called out.

"In here." He yelled from his office.

I walked down the long hallway to his office.

"Hi babe." I smiled, sitting on his desk.

"Hey princess." He pecked my lips, rubbing my belly. "How are you?"

"I'm fine, how are you?"

"I'm good, just trying to get some work in." He sighed.

"How's Chrys?" I asked.

"She's feeling better. Thank the lord. I've been running up and down the steps all day long, checking on her." He sighed.

My baby looked so tired.

"Baby, tell you what. Let’s go out tonight. Just you and I. No kids."  I said.

He smirked. "That sounds nice. Alright let's do it."

I pecked his lip. He bit my bottom one asking for an entrance.

"I love you."

"I love you more."

|Marcel|

I looked at the pictures I had kept of her in my night table drawer. I thought about how I had finally got the chance to meet her. The Jasmine Jackson, well Jasmine August.