Free Falling for the Secret Billionaire: Part 2 by Mia Caldwell Page A

evidence and turned off the television.
     
    When I finally opened the door, Keisha was standing there tapping her foot.
     
    “What the hell took you so long?”
     
    “Sorry, I uh… just woke up.” I responded.
     
    “Jasmine…. It’s six in the evening. You know you can’t stay this way forever. I think we need to talk about this. If you can’t talk to me about it, who can you talk to?”
     
    Keisha was absolutely right; I hadn’t spoken to anyone about it but I still felt like I wasn’t ready for that. I wanted to be left alone, and I wanted to figure things out on my own. I had always been stubborn. I recognized that I was stubborn, but that didn’t want me to fix it any more.
     
    “Keisha, I understand you’re worried about me, but you don’t have to be! I’m completely fine, don’t worry about it!”
     
    I gently ushered her out of the doorway and closed the door on her. I couldn’t deal with her right now.  I climbed back into my warm cozy bed and pulled out the last slice of pizza from the box while I simultaneously put my reality television back on the set.
     
    *****
     
    When I woke up the next morning, I looked like a complete and utter mess. The curls of my hair were so tangled that I wouldn’t be able to brush them out without pulling out half the hairs on my head. I threw my curls into a high bun on my head to hide the rat nest look of my hair and applied some light mascara and lipstick to make myself look approachable enough for the library. I had already lost the man of my dreams over complete bullshit, the last thing I needed right now was to lose my dream career, also over bullshit. I threw on a baggy black dress and pair of matching black flats. The black would cover up the fact that I had let myself go quite a bit in the previous months. The frumpy dress would hopefully cover up those extra curves I had piled on through the mass amounts of junk I had been eating.
     
    I walked out of the bedroom into the kitchen and Keisha was standing by the stove making breakfast. The table was set for two with a beautiful floral white tablecloth, matching napkins, our best china from the cabinet, and a bouquet of roses in a vase in the middle of the table.
     
    “Rise and shine my sunshine!” she said as she saw me creeping out of my bedroom. “I’ve taken the liberty of making you breakfast this morning, I figured I would trap you into spending some time with me” she said with a wink and a wide grim smile spread thick across her petite face.
     
    I couldn’t even be mad. I was so lucky to have such a good friend like Keisha. I never knew how she had always seemed to keep herself so well put together. Nothing could upset her! She had been through bad breakups and shrugged them off simply while investing all her time back into her every day life. Her beautiful chemically straightened black hair framed her face so perfectly that she could make any man fall in love with her in a matter of one glance. She had high cheekbones with a small jaw and huge lush lips with huge oval shaped hazel eyes. She was slim, but still had curves. I had always been envious of Keisha. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever met, and I was so happy to claim that she was my best friend.
     
    “You know I love you right?!” I said as I pulled out the wooden chair from our small table and sat myself down.
     
    “Let’s elope and marry each other,” she giggled. “I’ll cook you this same breakfast every morning and be there to binge watch cheesy reality shows with you..”
     
    I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. Her quirky humour was just the thing I needed that morning. Keisha set down a cup of espresso in front of me in a small drinking teacup and put out a bowl of sugar and canister of cream. Next she picked up my plate and dished 2 poached eggs, a side of back bacon, and 2 slices of toast with concord jelly onto the side of my plate.
     
    “Wow, Keisha you really didn’t have to do all of