Reckless Love: A Billionaire Baby Steamy Fantasy Multicultural Love Story Rockstar Romance by Imani King
Authors: Imani King
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stray eyebrow hair. There wasn't much left to do and there was still a half hour to go. She took another sip of coffee, and imagined his eyes, the way they looked at her. His lips, and the way they would feel on hers. A shiver ran down her spine in anticipation. Might as well practice a little.
Would he kiss her today?
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Jasmine and Leo
Jasmine waited by the gate in the stone wall, looking around anxiously. She checked her phone again to find out what time it was. Of course as was her habit, she got there five minutes early, but she knew someone like Leo probably didn't follow the same tradition. Still, it was nearly ten after the time they had decided to meet, and she was getting nervous. Was the standing her up?
She didn't think that was something that he would do, but she couldn't know for sure. As always happen when she got nervous, her mind started racing. Where the hell is he? She looked at her phone again, even though she knew was still the same minute. Should she even bother waiting any longer? It was just her luck, to finally meet someone she was interested in and he's a total flake. Rock star, billionaire, gorgeous guy, what did it matter if he wasn't even there? He might as well not exist. Does he think I'm the kind of girl that will just stand around and wait, just because he tossed off an invitation at the last minute? Maybe he's not even at the estate anymore.
She scanned the horizon and hoping to see his loping figure rushing towards her, but there was nothing. Fucking hell.
She played with her contacts list, wondering if she should call somebody, before remembering that it was all long distance. Even her quartet members’ phones were currently long distance. She could always text, however.
Kerry . She could text her. But then she remembered the strange conversation that they had had in the middle of the night. What was that about, anyway? Who did she think she was, treating Jasmine like a child, acting like she wouldn't be professional just because she had one date? The other girls have had lots of dates. Her brow furrowed. Did she expect me to be the only responsible one, to keep the quartet together when the rest of them go gallivanting around Europe or wherever? She checked her phone again. One minute had passed.
Well, she wouldn't wait much longer. There was no point in wasting the last day she had at the estate. She had to admit that it was beautiful here. The sun was gentle, a slightly cloudy sky, and she could see sheep in the distance grazing peacefully. Sheep may safely graze, she thought. And rock stars may safely sleep in, when they're supposed to meet their American girl.
In Leo's room, Nigel was pouting. "But Leo, I need breakfast! You can't leave right now! How am I supposed to eat this morning? Am I waiting for you? Screw that, I'm getting out of here. Who are you meeting anyway? Is it a girl? Did you meet someone last night you didn't tell me about?”
"Where the hell is my wallet." He patted his pockets, searching everywhere for his keys, phone, sunglasses, wallet. When he finally had everything, he grabbed his hat and tipped it to Nigel. "You're a big boy Nigel, I'm sure you'll figure out a way to eat. You shouldn't rely on me to feed you at your age," he winked and walked out the door, Nigel's protests increasingly less audible.
He caught a glimpse of the clock on the wall. He was already a few minutes late and it would take at least five minutes to get there. He hoped she'd wait. What Americans that punctual? Still she looked like the punctual type. He broke a bit of a jog, until he realized that it was making his hangover worse, and his ass still hurt from the fall. Showing up pale, sweaty and limping wasn't exactly seductive. He slowed down to a brisk walk, the headache throbbing a little less with each step, the Advil he’d’ swallowed seemingly starting to take effect.
It was quarter after the hour.
Would he kiss her today?
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Jasmine and Leo
Jasmine waited by the gate in the stone wall, looking around anxiously. She checked her phone again to find out what time it was. Of course as was her habit, she got there five minutes early, but she knew someone like Leo probably didn't follow the same tradition. Still, it was nearly ten after the time they had decided to meet, and she was getting nervous. Was the standing her up?
She didn't think that was something that he would do, but she couldn't know for sure. As always happen when she got nervous, her mind started racing. Where the hell is he? She looked at her phone again, even though she knew was still the same minute. Should she even bother waiting any longer? It was just her luck, to finally meet someone she was interested in and he's a total flake. Rock star, billionaire, gorgeous guy, what did it matter if he wasn't even there? He might as well not exist. Does he think I'm the kind of girl that will just stand around and wait, just because he tossed off an invitation at the last minute? Maybe he's not even at the estate anymore.
She scanned the horizon and hoping to see his loping figure rushing towards her, but there was nothing. Fucking hell.
She played with her contacts list, wondering if she should call somebody, before remembering that it was all long distance. Even her quartet members’ phones were currently long distance. She could always text, however.
Kerry . She could text her. But then she remembered the strange conversation that they had had in the middle of the night. What was that about, anyway? Who did she think she was, treating Jasmine like a child, acting like she wouldn't be professional just because she had one date? The other girls have had lots of dates. Her brow furrowed. Did she expect me to be the only responsible one, to keep the quartet together when the rest of them go gallivanting around Europe or wherever? She checked her phone again. One minute had passed.
Well, she wouldn't wait much longer. There was no point in wasting the last day she had at the estate. She had to admit that it was beautiful here. The sun was gentle, a slightly cloudy sky, and she could see sheep in the distance grazing peacefully. Sheep may safely graze, she thought. And rock stars may safely sleep in, when they're supposed to meet their American girl.
In Leo's room, Nigel was pouting. "But Leo, I need breakfast! You can't leave right now! How am I supposed to eat this morning? Am I waiting for you? Screw that, I'm getting out of here. Who are you meeting anyway? Is it a girl? Did you meet someone last night you didn't tell me about?”
"Where the hell is my wallet." He patted his pockets, searching everywhere for his keys, phone, sunglasses, wallet. When he finally had everything, he grabbed his hat and tipped it to Nigel. "You're a big boy Nigel, I'm sure you'll figure out a way to eat. You shouldn't rely on me to feed you at your age," he winked and walked out the door, Nigel's protests increasingly less audible.
He caught a glimpse of the clock on the wall. He was already a few minutes late and it would take at least five minutes to get there. He hoped she'd wait. What Americans that punctual? Still she looked like the punctual type. He broke a bit of a jog, until he realized that it was making his hangover worse, and his ass still hurt from the fall. Showing up pale, sweaty and limping wasn't exactly seductive. He slowed down to a brisk walk, the headache throbbing a little less with each step, the Advil he’d’ swallowed seemingly starting to take effect.
It was quarter after the hour.
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