Milano {August Alsina Story}

Chapter 32 Moving too fast?

2 WEEKS LATER

"Kailyn can mommy please do your hair," she doesn't move. I dip the brush in warm water, I gently brush her hair, into 2 ponytails. She has too much hair like her momma and Devin on the other hand. Curly hair like his father. 

Lamar: hey r u busy today?

- after I take the kids to my sister's why?

Lamar: we shld go out tonight

-sounds fine with me

Lamar: :) 9pm

- :) sounds great

 I lock my phone and set it down and finish getting the kids ready.

"AHGA!," Kailyn yells as I put her back into the carrier. She looks at me and cries.

"Im sorry darling but Mommy has too," Devin looks at Kailyn crazy. "You want to see auntie?," she goes on mute then cries again. I laugh and pick her up and rock her real quick and put her back into the carrier. I texted August to ask where he was, no response. Probably working.  Again for the millionoth time this week.

***

"So how are you and August?," Brooklyn asks me. I walk through the racks of the store, looking for an outfit. 

"Fine, you been asking me a lot about him lately," I say.

"Sorry, just want the best for you guys," I smile and try on dresses. Unfortunately, I did like any of them on me. So I got a pair of leather black shorts, white chiffon blouse, and black ankle boot heels. The whole time we were shopping she was talking about August. 

"Okay Brooklyn why are you talking about him so much? Is there something you want to tell me?,"

"I just want you to know that, well I know how his well anonymous ex girlfriend was,"

"Who?," I ask sitting down.

"I forgot her name," I give her a suspicious look and nod.

"Okay," I say. I scroll through my phone and smile at Lamar's texts. We text back and forth, me ignoring everything Brooklyn is saying. 

"MYSTERIOUS GIRLFRIEND OF AUGUST ALSINA REVEALED!," An image on instagram pops up. I look at the picture and it is Brooklyn. My eyes widen then I look again. I look at the photo then up at her.

"Then I asked her-," I cut Brooklyn off.

"You bitch," I say.

"Excuse me,"

"Your such a bitch, now I know why you are always asking about August," I stand up.

"Look-," I threw my lemonade in her face.

"Pitiful, "I say grabbing my bags and walking away. Now time to take care of August.

*****

I unlock the door to the house and walk inside. August is laying on the couch half way asleep.

"Wassup," he says. I set my stuff down and ignore him. "Hey babe," he says a little louder. Ignore. "Whats wrong now?,"

"Why?," I ask him.

"What are-,"

"Don't play games with me, why did you cheat on me for the 100th time with my best friend!," I yell at him.

"First we weren't even together at the time," he says defending himself.

"Really that's not what I heard. So Im going to ask you again, why?,"