Just Friends

Chapter 18.

Liyah💣: come overr daddyy😫

I stared at the phone screen, frozen for a moment. There's no way August could be cheating on me, right? I mean I thought I was a good girlfriend to him, but then again if that was true he wouldn't cheat. Cheat. August cheated on me. I heard the toilet flush behind me, letting me know that August was almost done. I quickly rushed up to my room, pretending that I never saw the text.

"Babe?" August yelled, up the stairs.

"Yes?" I answered, in mock innocence.

"I'm sorry princess, I know we had plans but I have to go to the studio.." He replied.

The studio? Really? That's the excuse he was going to use? I mentally rolled my eyes at his stupidness, but plastered on a fake smile.

"Oh, I thought they gave you a day off." I said with a pout.

"Yes I did too, sorry baby..." He said softly, kissing me quickly. "Once this album is done..." He started, implying that he would be more present in our relationship once his album is over... if only he knew.

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"He's cheating on you." Melanie said, playing with my hair after I told her what happened this morning.

"Dont be so negative..." Demi replied, hopefully. We both gave her a look, there was no possible rational explanation to the text I saw, and she knew it too.

After August left, I called them over and invited them for lunch but we ended up ordering takeout and staying at my place. Thank god for that because I could not deal with paparazzi asking questions about him without breaking down. I played with the food on my plate, spreading the takeout with my chopsticks slowly. I was still wrapping my head around the fact that August was cheating on me, we were supposed to go to New Orleans
together next month to visit family, and now I don't think that's happening. That and everything else was making me doubt my decision in dating August, if it didn't work the first time why would it work now?

"Imani, babe, what are going to d when he comes back?" Melanie asked me, concern covering her face.

"I don't really know... " I answered. " I mean I would want to talk to him about it but I don't really want to confront him, either. I just want to know why he..." I stopped talking once I felt the tears threaten to come out. I don't know what's wrong with me, I've been getting so emotional and sensitive lately.

"Why don't we go to the studio?" Melanie said, " I mean he is supposedly over there now, so let's go!"

"Why would we go?" I asked confused.

"Because, then when you confront
Him you will actually have a reason, and maybe we will find out who this Aliyah girl is!" Mel answered.

I looked over at Demi suggestively, she was probably the most rational of the three of us at this moment, and I was hoping she would disagree with Melanie.

"That sounds like a good idea to me..." She said, after a moment's silence.

I nodded, getting up off the couch and throwing the leftovers away. I walked upstairs to my room to pick out an outfit with the girls trailing behind. I wanted to look nice.

"What should I wear?" I asked the girls.

"Something sexy, " Melanie said almost instantaneously. I rolled my eyes at her childish behavior as I scrambled my room looking for an outfit that would be appealing enough. I settled on a pair of high waisted shorts and a camisole, with a long black vested cardigan on top.

"Listen Imani, no matter what happens once we get in there, we got your back, okay?" Demi said, holding my hand.

We were outside of the studio building, and I was scare stories walk into the front door. Scared that once I did, my life would never be the same again.

"Don't be so nervous baby; he might not even be here right now anyways." Melanie said in an attempt to calm my nerves.

Hearing that didn't make me feel any better about the situation though. Yes, he was fucking some hoe, but at least it's not in the studio, what was tej difference?

I took a deep breath, walking into the reception area with a a smile like everything was okay. "Hello, I'm looking for August? I wanted to take him out to lunch." I said sweetly. The lady behind the desk knew me, thank god, from all the times I worked with him and brought them food and told me his room number instantly. I walked over to the elevator, dreading the moment I would ha e to face.

Maybe he didn't lie about needing to go to the studio. I mean he is here...

Yea but it's been 3 hours since you last seen him, he could've easily hooked up with someone and came here. 

Ideas were dancing around my head throughout the whole elevator ride and before I knew it, I was in front of his room. I pressed my ear to the door, waiting to hear something that would let me know what was going on. I waited for a moment, before I heard a faint Moan come from behind the doors. I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the worst but nothing could prepare me for what I saw behind that door.

August sitting on the couch, with his pants at his ankles and his eyes closed. And some fake blonde bimbo giving him head.

I gasped, muttering  "oh my god."
August's eyes snapped wide open and once he saw me, he tried to say something, but I ran.

I didn't know when I was running to, but I ran.