Make It Home (Sequel to Breakin' All The Rules)

Chapter 3

Jewel.

It's been one week now that we've been living in Cali, and I must say I'm starting to get used to this Cali life and I love it. August damn near flipped when I told him about Jayla and Omari. I can't stand working in the same office with my ex husband's current girlfriend, but I don't pay the girl any mind. I figured there was something different about Jayla since the last time I seen her, she dyed her hair jet black. I also can't believe she lied about her name, where they do that at?

I rolled over to see August eyes glued to his phone.

"Texting your little hoes?" I joked.

August gave me a straight face. "I don't have hoes. I have one faithful girl."

I felt my cheeks getting warm. I began to blush. "Aww you can be sweet when you want to be." I kissed his cheek.

August frowned his face up. "Fuck thats suppose to mean?"

I rolled my eyes as I hit him upside the head with a pillow. "You can be a jerk at times."

August threw the pillow back at me. "Don't try me."

"Or what?" I folded my arms side eyeing him.

"I'll long dick ya ass like uh uh uh." Aug flexed both of his arms and bit his bottom lip grinding the air.

I scrunched my face up holding in my laugh. "You're so nasty."

"Don't act like you don't like it."

I climbed out of bed ignoring him.

"Oh so now you wanna leave? It's like that huh?" He laughed.

I flicked him off as I went to the bathroom to do my morning hygiene.

* * *

After my shower I slid on a pair of acid washed jeans and a royal blue peplum top. August got up from the bed and grabbed a hand full of my ass.

"You play to damn much!" I chuckled.

I felt his arms wrap around my waist giving me butterflies in my stomach. August and I have been together for three years, and I don't know why I still get these feelings around him. Every time we kiss, hug, or just look at one another it feels like the first time.

My knees became weak once August kissed my neck. "Babe stop you're going to make me late for work."

I turned around and pecked August lips causing him to smirk. "Five minutes won't hurt." He bit his bottom lip.

I playfully pushed him. "Maybe later, I can't be late for work."

"Aight imma hold you against that 'later' too." August smiled.

I rolled my eyes as I grabbed my purse off the dresser. "Oh yeah babe I'm thinking about putting Mckayla in ballet, what you think?"

August scrunched his face up. "Ballet gay as fuck. My baby girl gon be a hip hop dancer." August started doing the nae nae.

I died of laughter, August can't dance for shit. "Ballet is not gay. We'll talk later, looks like you should be the one taking hip hop." I joked.

August chased after me and slapped my ass soon as I stepped one foot out the door. "Ouch that shit sting." I pouted.

"Something else gon sting it tonight too." He winked.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head as I climbed into my cream colored Mercedes Benz.

* * *

At work.

I poured myself a cup of coffee and added french vanilla creamer. I took a sip as I headed to my office. I sat my purse on my desk, and began my work. I have a lot of paper work I have to fill out due to the fact I just transferred not to long ago. I admit I like being a talent agent way more then a teacher. I've been banned from being a teacher anyways due to the fact I broke a rule and dated a student who's now a graduate and a succesful artist.

August and I have been through a lot these past 3 years and I love him with all my heart. I know a lot of females wish they was in my shoes right now, but they have no idea what i've been through.

I was disturbed from my thoughts as I heard a knock on my office door.

"Come in." I politely said.

"Hey Tim." I smiled.

"Goodmorning Jewel." Tim sat my mail down on my desk.

"Thanks a lot."

"No problem." Tim smiled as he closed my door.

I sorted my mail and stopped once I read my last name but it wasn't my first name. I furrowed an eyebrow. Jayla Jones.How does she have the same last name as me? I got up from my desk and exited my office. I barged into Jayla's office without her permission.

"Jewel, goodmorning to you too." She perkily said.

"Goodmorning Jayla Jones." I threw her mail onto her desk.

"Care to explain?" I rested my hand on my hip.

Jayla gulped as she stared at the mail then looked at me.

"Jewel.... I was going to tell you, but-." I cut her off.

"But what?" I said through gritted teeth.

"I knew you would react the way you're reacting now." She folded her arms.

I tilted my head. "Who are you? That's what the hell I want to know!"

Jayla eyes widened, she looked shock. I cleared my throat as I grew impatient with her.

"Jewel I'm your sister."

August.

I slid my hands in my pocket as I made my way out the studio. I just finished recording 'i luv this shit remix' with the homie Trey and Chris. We all suppose to meet up tomorrow to plan a tour we gettin' ready to do. I haven't told Jewel about the tour yet because I know how she'll react.

I climbed in my all black Cadillac Escalade. I'm on my way to pick up my lil mama from school. I turned the radio up blasting the homie Chris - New Flame.

15 minutes later.

I pulled up to Mckayla's school. I stood in front of the school waiting for the teachers to bring the kids out. I scrolled through my mentions on twitter which was definitely poppin' right na and a nigga ain't even tweet anything. I decided to tweet something for my fans.

@AugustAlsina: Tour wit' da homies @ChrisBrown and @TreySongz?

Less then 5 seconds my mentions went crazy. I laughed at some of the tweets.

@MrsAlsina: Yasss all 3 of y'all are sex ;)

@Luvxoxo: I guess you can pour me a glass of water, I'm thirsty for the tickets and they ain't even on sale yet.

"Daddddddy!" I closed out of the twitter app and picked my baby girl up.

"Aye lil mama, what's poppin'?" I carried her as I walked towards the truck.

"What it is daddy?" Mckayla said.

I shook my head and laughed as I strapped her in her booster seat.

"You hang around me too much gir'. How was school?"

"It was fun! I drew you and mommy a picture." She cheesed.

"Oh word. I can't wait to see it, what you draw us?"

"It's a surprise, I can't tell you." She giggled.

I plugged my iPhone back up to the radio and blasted Jeremih Don't tell em'.

Mckayla & I sung along as we made our way back to the crib.

A/N: Jayla in the Media.