Free Reckless Love: A Billionaire Baby Steamy Fantasy Multicultural Love Story Rockstar Romance by Imani King Page A

guest. Nigel, I can’t say I'd like you to meet Jasmine."
     
    Jasmine turned away and did up her shirt quickly. "I guess I'll be going now." She stood up, not looking at Nigel.
     
    "Well it's my pleasure I'm sure," said Nigel smarmily, doing an exaggerated bow. “Where’d you find this one, mate? Any more where she came from? I could use a good fuck, and she’s got nice tits, doesn’t she.”
     
    "Let me take you home," said Leo. He wasn't even looking at Nigel who was rubbing his crotch at them, drunk as ever.
     
    Jasmine strode toward the door, not looking back. "I'll find my own way thank you very much." The door made a loud click when she closed it.
     
    "What in God's name are you still doing here?" Leo rubbed his face with his hand. "I thought you were gone."
     
    "And I thought you were coming back," Nigel said, pouring them both a drink. Resigned, Leo accepted the drink and took a deep swig.
     
    "You're an asshole," he said finishing the glass, and slamming it on the table.
     
    "So are you, mate," Nigel grinned. "That's what makes you and I the best of friends."

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
     
    Jasmine
     
    Tears burned in Jasmine's eyes as she walked. Maybe Nigel was right – maybe she was acting like a slag – or a slut as they might say in America. That must be how they saw her. That's how bands were. Women were just groupies, just to be used for one night and cast away for the next city. She just happened to be an order in, instead of a takeout. She made it easy, just came straight to his place. He didn't have to do a thing.
     
    It hurt.
     
    Betrayal always did. Just when you start to trust somebody, you find out they weren't who you thought they were. It wasn't the first time. And it more than likely wouldn't be the last. She'd get over it.
     
    The night was still dark. The sun hadn't started to rise yet. She heard a single hopeful bird in the distance.
     

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
     
    Jasmine and Kerry
     
    The smell of coffee tickled her nose. She let out a groan.
     
    "Come on now it's time to get up. We have to make the train," came Kerry's voice. She was holding the coffee near her friend’s face. "I think your stuff is packed. Right?"
     
    She grumbled in response.
     
    "How late were you up last night?" Said Kerry. "We all went to bed pretty early, but I didn't hear you come in. Did you have a good time?"
     
    She groaned for a third time.
     
    "I'll take that as a no," Kerry laughed. "Well I guess they can't all be handsome princes, even if they are noble." She wrinkled her nose. "Anyway, I made you some coffee. You should drink it. It'll make the trip easier."
     
    Jasmine struggled to a sitting position. "Oh Kerry, it was awful. We went to London and his sports car and had a great time, had dinner, went for a walk –"
     
    "That does sound terrible," Kerry smiled.
     
    "That wasn't the terrible part," she took the coffee in both hands, and took a sip. It wasn't the best, tasted a little bit like cardboard in fact, but at least there was caffeine in it. She needed something to make her feel better. "I'll tell you all about it on the train."
     
    "It’s a deal."
     
    They could hear the others rushing around, getting ready to go. The cab would be there to pick them up in 20 minutes. Just enough time for Jasmine to jump in the shower and throw the last few things in her bag.
     
    Kerry watched her toddle off to the bathroom with a concerned look in her eye. Jasmine was pretending that she was fine, or at least no more bothered than usual, that she knew her friend very well. She knew when she was hurting, and she sensed that she was hurting badly this time. As much as she talked about being worried about the quartet’s future, she knew what would break her heart the most, would be if Jasmine got hurt. Her friend was the kindest, sweetest, most sensitive and most deserving of love of anyone she knew. She wasn’t sure why it was so hard for her to find it.
     
    Kerry sighed and got up to brush her