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

teeth and gather the last of her things.
     
    The train station, when they finally arrived, was bustling with activity. The girls were excited about their next concert. It was in a small church in a chamber music concert series featuring some of the lesser-known quartets of Mozart’s, including the one they played at the wedding. Apparently the sound in this hall was beautiful – a real treat to play in – and Kerry knew that that would raise Jasmine’s spirits. At her best, Jasmine lived in her sound – sometimes rich and full, others crystalline, and still others powerful.
     
    Finding a place to sit on the train and stow their instruments, Kerry and Jasmine settled in.
     
    “So tell me what happened last night? Why was it so terrible?” Kerry’s face was full of concern. “Did he treat you right? Or do I have to go back there and crack some heads?”
     
    “No,” Jasmine laughed. “It seems like he did treat me right. At least for most of it. It was so strange, we went back to his place after London –“
     
    “You, Jasmine, went back to his place?” Kerry was agog.
     
    Jasmine’s cheeks flamed. “Well yeah. I’m a red-blooded American woman you know!”
     
    “Oh, I know! Does he know?” She winked.
     
    “Ha ha,” Jasmine said. “Anyway, if you want to hear the story!”
     
    “Okay okay, I’m listening! Of course I want to hear! Tell me everything!”
     
    “Well we went back to his place, as I said, and everything was going just fine, when his friend walked in!”
     
    “Hold up! His friend?”
     
    “Yeah. Isn’t that weird?”
     
    “But… Who was his friend?”
     
    “Nigel something,” Jasmine said. “And he was a real jerk. It made me –“
     
    “Nigel!” Kerry sat up. Do you mean Nigel Gwillimbury?”
     
    “I guess so,” Jasmine was getting annoyed. “Are you going to let me tell this story?”
     
    “That’s the guitarist of Origin of Species!” Kerry was excited.
     
    “Who cares? The guy was a real jerk. He called me a slag.”
     
    “Ooh,” said Kerry. “That’s not good. That’s a complicated insult.”
     
    “Why is that? Doesn’t it just mean sleazy?
     
    Kerry shook her head no. “He’s not just impugning your virtue, he’s also saying you’re low class.”
     
    Jasmine leaned back in her chair. “I suppose I am, in comparison to a nobleman, anyway. Who cares about that sort of thing? Class doesn’t really exist in America. How do you know all this stuff anyway?”
     
    “I watch a lot of TV.” They both laughed. “So what happened?” Kerry prodded. “Did Leo fight for your honor?”
     
    “ Fight for my honor! It seems like you watch too much TV! Nah, he didn’t.” She shook her head. “And I’m not sure, but that might be the worst part of it. It made me realize how little I must mean to him. How many girls he’s been through, you know? While I was sitting there thinking I was possibly someone special, or at least what we were experiencing was special. I feel so stupid.”
     
    “If there’s one thing you aren’t, it’s stupid,” Kerry said staunchly, looking her friend in the eye. “He’s stupid if he can’t see what he has in you.”
     
    “Thanks bae,” she said softly. “But I realized. We don’t even know each other and I was thinking maybe the whole thing meant something.” Her eyebrows knitted together. “And all it means is that he’s good in bed, I guess.”

“Well that’s not nothing,” Kerry mused, a slight grin appearing on her lips. “But yeah, that’s dumb of him. And weird.”

“Not weird. I am just a groupie, and I didn’t even realize it.”

“Well, weird because that you felt it was something. And I’d trust your judgment. Besides, couldn’t it be? Maybe he didn’t know what to say. Maybe he was in as much shock as you were. After all you have a lot in common, spent the day together…Did you guys talk about music at all?”
     
    “A little. We were discussing his group on the way