If Loving You Is Wrong. ♡ A.A

13. The One With The Song .

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"Hey Daddy." Khaila smiled and pulled her father into a hug. She pulled away and examined him. "You look-"

"Healthy." Khaila laughed. "Yea, Sheila feeding you right." Wes smiled. "Yea, I love her." Khaila smiled.

"So um, can I talk to you?" She asked. Wes nodded. "About?" Khaila sit on the couch and Wes raised a brow wondering what she wanted.

"So, I met this lady from Vogue and she saw the dress I made for prom." Wes nodded motioning her to continue.

"I kind of lied about starting my own line and she wants me to make a dress this week." "So you need the money?" Wes asked.

Khaila nodded. "Yes but I need more than that... I need my trust fund." Wes laid back against the couch running his hand down his face.

"You weren't supposed to get it until after you graduate UCLA." He said. Khaila was silent. "But I won't open your trust fund, I'll give you a couple grand." Khaila smiled.

"Thank you." "But, you gotta make Sheila a dress for her babyshower." Khaila nodded. "I can do that." Wes smiled. "Alright, I'll send it to your card."

Wes stood up. "Thanks daddy, and do me a favor and dont tell anyone." Wes nodded. "I got you."

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When Khaila checked her card she smiled when she got her money.

She went to buy the materials she needed and a little extra things like more food, clothes and shoes and some things for August. She made sure her nails, hair and feet were done also.

She looked like the old Khaila and she loved it. She decided to save the rest of the money for rent and for a rainy day.

August walked inside and frowned when he saw all the stuff. Khaila smiled looking up from her dress dummy. "Hey baby." August gave her a headnod.

"What's all this?" He asked. "My stuff for that dress remember? Look, I'm almost done." Khaila smiled taking a step back.

August nodded opening a Gucci shopping bag. "Gucci." He said. "Huh?" She asked. August looked up at her.

"How you get the money for all of this?" He asked pulling out the Gucci bag and belt. "I um, I had some money saved up." Khaila said.

August nodded looking at all the other bags until he got to his. He pulled out his silk Luis Vuitton robe that Khaila bought him.

He looked at the price tag and his eyes widened. "Ain't no way in hell you saved up over five hundred dollars." Khaila was silent.

"You took money from your pops didn't you?" He asked. Khaila licked her lips. "I didn't take alot." August scoffed. "You lied." Khaila rolled her eyes.

"You lie too." "Not as much as you do." August said staring at her. "Whatever August, what the hell was I supposed to do huh? I didn't have the money to buy the stuff that I need."

"That's why you save up your own damn money that you earned, why cant you understand that you have to grow the hell up someday?" He asked.

Khaila folded her arms. "I am trying to make my own money." "Really? It sounds like your only doing this for publicity." Khaila scoffed. "Is that Khaila Parrish? Oh my God!"

He held his hands against his cheeks acting like one of Khaila's fans. Khaila rolled her eyes.

"I'm only doing this so I would be able to make my own money, yea I went a little crazy and bought unnecessary shit but this is my dream and I'm gonna do it."