After visiting Henry in the hospital, August decided it was time to pay a visit to his father. It was late in the evening, but August knew his father would see him at any time. After waiting a few moments at the door, his father appeared. "My boy.." Marco said as he pulled his only son into a hug. "I've missed you papa." August said chuckling. "Come in, come in! It's freezing out!" As the night went on the two men talked about numerous topics. August noticed his father had a slight look of worry on his face. "Papa, what is bothering you so much?" Marco took a deep breath before his eyes set back onto his son's, "My boy, there are rumors around, that you have been seen with that devil woman. I beg you, please tell me this isn't true." August sighed, running his hands through his hair, "Papa, she's honestly a lovely woman, if you just give her a chance." "Give her a chance?! That woman is the evil herself! A canine murderer! She disgusts me!" "Papa! She is none of those things! If you just get to know her…" Marco's eyes had widened, "Get to know her?! No! She is vile and cruel! I don't want to see you and her together. It's not a good match!" August rose from his seat, "First Emma, now you? This is ridiculous. I am a grown man for goodness sake. Cruella and I are in love. This conversation is over." With that, August placed his helmet on as he walked out the door, hopping onto his bike. "Son, wait!" But it was too late, August had already made his way down the streets. He could hear the revving sound from his door. Marco sighed, stepping back inside, shutting the door behind him.
When August returned to the room, he smiled, gazing at the beautiful blonde lying in his bed. Her hair still curled perfectly. She was dressed in only a silk, black kimono that revealed her grey laced lingerie set. August leaned down, placing a kiss to the tip of her nose. With that, her icy blue eyes fluttered open. "I didn't mean to wake you, go back to sleep." August said smiling. "No, no. I am alright…" she said hoarsely as she sat up slightly. After removing his boots and leather jacket, August made his way to the dresser, pulling out a pair of linen pajama bottoms. Once he had crawled into bed with her, Cruella rested her head onto his chest. "I spoke with my father…" August said, stroking the luscious blonde curls. "Oh? And what did he say?" Cruella asked sleepily. August sighed, not daring to say what cruel things his father had said about her. Cruella sighed, "That bad huh? I told you he would say nasty things. Just like Swan." "Emma is only jealous because she and I had some connection, but it never worked out." Cruella arched a brow, her chin rested on his chest so that so could look up at him "You two..were an item?" August's eyes grew wide, "No, no! I had a little bit of feelings for her. But it wasn't that big of a deal." Cruella smirked, "That's what my ex-husband said, before I walked in on him shagging the secretary in his office." August rolled his eyes, "Typical for a politician." "Lawyer, dahling." Cruella grinned, placing a kiss onto his chest, before resting her head on it. "Same thing to me…" August said chuckling. His fingers entangled through the luscious blonde curls. "Still cannot believe it was a wig, after all this time." Cruella laughed softly, "I am good at keeping secrets." "You aren't keeping any from me, are you?" Cruella shook her head, "You know about the children, my story, my marital issues. There isn't anything else." August nodded, his eyes growing heavy. "Dahling?" Cruella lifted her head up to check on him. A slight sound of snoring made a smile appear on her face, "I suppose I bore you to sleep, eh?" Cruella smiled, resting her head back onto his chest, before drifting off to sleep as well.