Milano {August Alsina Story}

Chapter 48 Mixed Emotions Fuck.

Saturday

Its my birthday!

"Happy birthday Mommy!," The kids say walking in the room with breakfast. Well sorta. Devin gives me a egg, uncooked with shells. Raw bacon, and a bowl of pancake mix.

"Thank you," I kiss their cheeks.

"Your welcome,  what do you want to do?"

"I don't know dinner with Daddy?,"

"Aw," Kailyn says.

"Then you guys won't be on a break anymore," Devin says, I laugh.

"I don't know,"

"Mommy your supposed to know everything;" Kailyn tells me.

"I know huh? Come on," I pick them up.

****that night****

"What should mommy wear? ," I ask Kailyn.

"Hm?," she says looking through my closet.

"This," she pulls out my black midi bodycon dress.

"You think?,"

"Mommy I know, "I smile and keep looking.

"Good now go find me some jewelry, " she slides off the bed and walks ocer to my dresser. I slip on my dress and look in the mirror. I sit down by my makeup table and start doing my makeup and flat ironing my hair.

"DING DONG!," Fuck he is here already.

"Devin and Kailyn go open that for your Dad," they smile and race to the door.

"Where's mommy?,"

"Getting pretty," I hear Kailyn say. "She told me this is a very special night for her"

"oh really," he asks me.

"I did not," I yell from upstairs.

"Yes she did," I heard Kailyn say. That little girl. I grab my heels and my clutch purse and walk down stairs.

"Mommy you look pretty, " Devin says.

"thank you, " I walk over to August.

"You do look great," August says, I smile. This is going to be an interesting night.

******

"I did not say you looked fat in your tux, " I say tearing apart my breadstick.

"Actually you did, " he says,  I look at him and laugh.

"Liar," I say looking at him, he laughs.

"More wine?," the waiter asks.

"Please? ," he pours wine into our glasses. 

"Wow manners out of you?," August asks me.

"Shut up, you picked the most sophisticated place in the world, " I say.

"I thought you liked sophisticated men," I look at him like -.-. "Alright come on then"  he grabs my hand.

"But you have to pay," August puts a 100 dollar on the table and we walk out. We head over to a club instead. More like it. We order some drinks, and let the alcohol take over us.

**

I sit there, as August passes me his blunt. High. Drunk. And a little horny.

"You ready to leave," August asks me. I get up and grab my purse and walk out.  We head over to his house, and just chill. Boring I know, he tried to kiss me a coiple times.  But I refused.

"August stop," I say once again.

"What?," I get up and move away from him. "Is it something I said?," he asks confused.

"No I-,"

"Another guy?,"

"Sorta, kinda," I say, not wanting to tell him. Fuck it. "Yeah," he nods. "I-I'm sor-"

"No No I understand, " I look at him confused. "I understand not to feel anything anymore after all thebtimes I fucked up. We fucked up. Fuck its was a fucked up marriage," we laugh. "There's a smile," I try to hide my smile. "Even though I want us back. I hope we can manage being friends and maybe even best friends like old times," That's not how it works.

"I don't think it works that way?,"

"It? Why can't it?,"

"Because August your my ex okay," I raise my voice. Why? I don't know. "I nevet thought I would be saying that but, hey its the truth," he nods and doesn't looj nen in the eye. "I'm sorry,"  he doesn't say anything but plays with his keys. "Can you say something? ," he still doesnt say a word,  all you hear is our hearts  pounding and the dangling of his keys. I give up and grab my purse and walk out. I slam the door and get into my car. I start the engine and look back at the house, and he turns out the light. I drive off to Kahlil's house. I need some comforting.

***

"Mel-," Kahlil begins to say.

"Can I come in?," I cut him off.

"Uhm I-," I look past him and his ex, his sipping coffee wearing his shirt. Well kind of sorta mine. I nod. 

"Uhm I'm sorry I-," Why am I sorry? I'm lost for words. "B-," I give up and walk to my car. So much for a birthday. I thought after I found out about August's affair, I will be okay. That the pieces are finally coming together. I guess I spoke to soon, my life is still crumbling apart. Slowly killing me.

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