Life After Marriage Book 3

Building Trust

*** Everybody's saying they love Colorblind now lol. And some folks are saying they didn't know Amb could sing. Y'all better get ya lives and get up on Amber Riley. 

And y'all listen to Sevyn's F, Marry, Kill with Trey, Aug and B.o.b. ****

AMBER P.O.V. –

“Hey Sneak.” I walked in Aug’s office.

“Ey Amb, what’s up?”

“I brought you something to eat if you’re hungry.” I dug in the bag of food I brought and got out a white dinner container and handed it to him. I had picked him and Aug up some Mexican food for lunch.

“Thank you.” He took it from me.

“Aug with a patient?” I asked.

“Nah he in the office.” Sneak opened the door so I could come back into the office area.

I knocked on Aug’s closed office door.

“Come in.” I heard his voice on the other side of the door.

I slowly opened the door. He was at his desk writing some notes in a file. He looked up.

“Hey babe.”

"Hey." I went over to hug and kiss him. 

"You look beautiful today. Is that the dress I bought you, you never wore?" He asked as I went to sit on the other side of his desk. 

"Yup." 

He looked at his new watch I bought him. 

“Don’t you got class now?” He looked up at me confused.

“Yeah.” I sat down and put the bag on his desk. I got out his food and handed it to him.

“What’s this?” He took the container and opened.

“Sopes with beans and rice.” I took my container out, then threw the brown paper bag into the garbage can by his desk.

“Why you not in class?” He said getting the fork I handed him and eating some rice.

“I quit.”

“You what!?”

“I quit.” I shrugged then opened my container and started eating.

He put his fork down. “Babe what was you thinking?”

“About you. Winning your trust back is the most important thing to me right now and I can’t do that still working there with Wes.” I ate some of my taco.

“How does quitting help that tho bae?” He picked his fork back up and starting eating some of his steak Sope.  

“Be honest, when I went to work this morning did it not cross your mind that I’d see Wes?”

“A little bit.”

“Did you feel nervous about that?”

“Just a tad, but you didn’t have to quit.”

“I don’t want you feeling nervous at all. I want you at the point where I can walk out the door and you not worry.”

“He wouldn’t have said nothing to you tho.” He picked up the container and leaned back in his chair, licking the sour cream off his finger.

“I don’t want to take any chances.”

“Trust me. He wouldn’t have taken a chance.”

“Why?”