Love Isn't Enough (L.I.E)

Ch. 8: Is It Love?

Kourtney's POV

"Hey August, I'm back... is everything okay...?"

He turned around and looked at me standing next to him. I felt as if I had walked into the middle of a war. The negative tension was as thick as this chic's eyebrows.

"Yea Kourt, everything's ai'ght." He said. He looked uneasy. He tapped me on my right thigh and rubbed it. I'm guessing to reassure me everything was good like he said.

Not really wanting to deal with the situation, or come off nosey, I simply said "Ok" to August and walked away then took a seat by the minibar. I decided to poor myself a drink. Why not?

Im not quite sure what that was all about over there, but she must be someone who he knows. Probably very well. Kinda figured that out from earlier in the night when she almost burned holes in his face from staring so damn hard.

I looked over and saw her roll her eyes at August, and then me and her eyes made four. She gave me a stank-looking smirk and I turned my attention back to my drink. I kinda chuckled to myself not caring whether she saw or not. The nerve of this bitch. Already being petty for NO reason. August walked away from her and soon approached me.

He sat next to me on the couch with his elbows in his knees and fingers clasped together. He looked over at me as I continued to sip my drink. If he thought I was gonna drill him and question him about that girl, he got another thing coming. He knows he has some explaining to do because two random ass people in the club don't have such emotional and intense conversations like that in a club, of all places.

"You aight?"

"Yea I am good. You?" I asked while taking another sip of my Cîroc.

He nodded and placed his hand on my thigh. "I'm straight."

I wasn't showing him much attention, because that situation kinda threw me off a bit.

"You mad at me or something?" He turned his body towards me completely and looked at me.

"Should I be?" I asked nonchalantly.

"I mean, nah. But You prolly wonderin' who ol' guhl is right?"

"Not really, what I'm more concerned about is why the hell this girl giving me dirty looks?"

He shook his head. "She's just a bit bitter bout' some thangs. She wanna be wea' you at right now. So don't eem' worry bout it ma".

I gave him a look, indicating for him to continue talking.

"I used to fuck wit'er back in the day. But Krystal ain't shit ta be worried bout. Ya hea' me?" He rubbed my thigh as he talked.

"If you say so.." I sighed. Still wanting to know more. But I wasn't going to ask. I was just about ready to leave this place. Aug had just been called to the DJ booth to greet the crowd and to say a few words about his upcoming shows while I watched from our section's balcony. Once he finished, he came back to VIP and held his hand out for me to take it.

"You ready baby?" He kissed my temple.

I still felt some type'a way about this Krystal chick, but I decided now is not the time and place. Besides, what am I even tripping about? She's just an ex.

"Yea I'm ready ."

He helped me walk my way through. He dapped up Chris, Trey, Rock and everyone else. Big T began escorting us towards the exit of VIP, where I saw Krystal. While passing her, I made sure to lock fingers with Aug and walk a bit closer to him. It know kinda seems a bit petty and insecure of me, but that isn't the case. I just want her to know that August is completely off limits. She had her chance with August, and lost it for whatever reason.