Chapter 8

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Jewel POV

I woke up to my phone ringing uncontrollably. I grabbed it squinting my eyes from the bright light. I adjusted to it and opened my iMessages.

August - Baby, take me back for real. I need you. I want to watch over you and the baby.

I really do want to take him back, but he has to earn my trust. He can not be trusted. He betrayed me. I wish I could take him back. He has to show me.

Jewel - I need more alone time, Aug.

I sighed and took a shower. After 10 minutes of standing in the water, after washing up, I walked out of he bathroom with a towel around my body. I walked to my dressing room/closet and got out my Acid Wash Jeans, Black Crop Top That Said 'RICH' In Gold Letters, and my Black and Gold Jordan 7's.

I grabbed my phone and walked to my car. I drove to August house and knocked on his door. He came to the door looking so sleepy.

"Hey Baby." He said in that raspy voice that made me melt. I was speechless.

"I .. uhh .. c-can we talk?" I tried to say. He smirked and grabbed my hand. He pulled me to the living room and we sat down.

"Talk." He demanded.

"Aug, I miss you. Okay? I want to be with you but I need you to show me that you can be trusted, because right now, to be honest, I don't trust you. I need you to show me how much you want my trust, how much you need me, how much you love me. Just show me." I said holding his hands.

"Babe, I will try my hardest. Even if I have to die for your trust. Okay? I just want you to know, if we together or not, I got your back. Aight? I love you." He smiled, pecking my lips. I pulled away with my eyes closed and smiled.

"How about we start over?" He asked. I nodded my head.

"Hey Beautiful. My name is August. I'm a singer. What's your name?" He asked. I chuckled.

"I'm Jewel." We both laughed hard. Eventually we wrestled and I ended up on top. August leaned up and kissed me softly, slowly, and passionately. I wish we could do this everyday.

Dad POV

"Thanks for shopping at Flower Garden. Come again." Gloria said. She doesn't like me but I know her and I have crush on her. She'll get used to it. I come here every week to send Jewel flowers. I wrote a letter on the card and stuck in one of the bouquets. I put all the flowers in her car and got back in my car. I sighed and drove off. One day I tell you, One Day ...

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