The Publicist

Alternative Ending- Sacrafice

It had to be DJ I got up to answer the door.

I opened it and August was standing leaned against the door.

"You stood me up."

"I was tired after all I had to do." I folded my arms.

"And you couldn't call me to tell me that?" He looked at me knowing I was lying.

I looked out the door and didn't want to disturb the other guest so I let him in.

We stood in the middle of the floor both our arms folded.

He was making me nervous. I know his temper and I didn't want to have a yelling match in the hotel.

"Aug my flight leaves in the morning I really need to get some sleep." I looked at my feet then up at him.

"It's cause of DJ ain't it?"

"What? No. I made the choice. Just like I made the choice to not be with you. DJ had nothing to do with it. I'm at a great place in my life and I just want to be with Jazz right now. Nobody else."

"You're lying."

"Whatever just go." I pointed to the door.

"You know what Jazz I'm done trying. You don't want to be with me anymore fine. I have bent over backwards consistently to show you how sorry I was."

How dare he think sorry was enough?

"Sometimes sorry isn't enough August. You can't do something like that to me and expect me to just accept you back with open arms. You betrayed me and our relationship."

"Then what do I have to do Jazz? Huh? Because I have done everything I could think of." He got in my face.

"It doesn't work like that August. Some things cannot be fixed."

"Jazmine when you love somebody you don't throw them away. For a year Jazmine. A Year, not even including the six months you was gone, even after you said you didn't want me, I have still tried to show you how much I love you. How sorry I am. I can't give Chime back. I can't and I don't want too, I made him and I must take care of him and love him.

But baby please give me another chance to show you I have sincerely changed. To at least earn your trust back. To show you I deserve to be your man again. And that this time I will be a better man." He grabbed both my hands and kissed them.

"August. I can't."

"Can you at least come home with me so I can give you something important before you go? I will bring you right back I promise."

I sighed, knowing my better mind was telling me to not go with him. But still I answered...

"Bring me right back."

I threw on some clothes and shoes and we went to his car. The entire ride was silent. We got out and went inside.

I was met by a little baby car, that they drive with their feet. I was regretting this already. I had nothing against little Chime. From the pics I've seen he's adorable.

It's that man built mother of his. 😒

"My bad." He pushed it to the side in the corner.

"August I'm sleepy give what you got to give me so I can go."

"Come with me."

I followed him to his dining room where the table was still set. I know this is petty, but the way the food was looking, I know it was cold, I wanted a to go plate. 😂😂😂😂 forgive these hungry thoughts.

He went in the chair I guess reserved for me and handed me an envelope.

"Gifts are not going to change things August." I folded my arms.

"Just open it." He handed me the envelope.

I reluctantly took it and opened it.

"Wow. That's awesome." I smiled.

"Yeah." He blushed.

It was an acceptance letter to Morehouse.

"You're going back to school?"

"Yeah And focus on raising Chime.
So I'm quitting music."

"Quitting music?" I looked at him shocked.

"Baby you sacrificed everything for me." He walked close to me. "And I just want to show you how serious I am about being better. It was fun while it lasted, but if it's going to make me lose you I don't want it."

"August this is your dream."

"No. My dream is to spend my life with you. And if that means I just be some regular dude taking care of his son and his lady that so happens to be one of the greatest singers in the world I'll do it. That's how serious i am jazmine."

"August I would never ask you to do that."

"I didn't ask you to sacrifice for me, but you did anyway. And You shouldn't have to ask me, it should be given." He held my face to look up at him, while looking down at me. He was in kissing distance from me.

"I promise if you give me a second chance baby, you won't regret it. You ain't got to worry about me and no women. My only focus will be school, Chime and you. You sacrificed for me and this is the only way I can see to sacrifice for you. By giving up everything I love except my son, to just be there to support you. And be your support system while you live your dreams. Please baby. I have been so fucking miserable. And I've tried to mask it, but I can't anymore. I need you and I am willing to do whatever it takes to get back in your good graces. Just don't throw me away Jazz." He put his forehead against mine, holding my face. His tears fell on my cheeks.

"I'm going to be the butt of so many jokes. People are going to think I'm weak and stupid. And DJ is going to hate me. But sometimes when I finish a show or exciting things happen, I look to my left and you're not there. And I begin to miss you so much. Because despite what you did I loved you so much and I still do, but you hurt me so bad August. So bad. And I'm just now healing and I don't want to disrupt that process." I started to cry.

"Let me finish healing you baby by being there when you look to your left." He kissed my lips holding my face.

"Please baby let me heal what I broke." He sucked my bottom lip then pulled away.

I looked him in his eyes. He silently awaited my answer.

"One chance August. That's it." I warned him.

He shook his head he understood.

The next thing I know, I was up against his living room wall naked. My beloved thighs wrapped around his naked waist and him inside me.

My moans filled the hollow room as his head was nestled in my neck, where he was sucking and biting it.

My arms were wrapped around his neck, holding on for dear life.

I didn't know how much I missed him until now.

And I knew tomorrow morning I would be the media joke.

But I didn't care. Our bodies connected in pure bliss felt so right.

And I begin to think, "maybe sometimes love needs another chance because it was ready the first time around."