Jasmine’s POV

It was a hot day in Brooklyn. I woke up to sweat running from my forehead to my chest and between my breasts. I pulled the covers off me and went to the washroom and did my morning business.

I stepped into the shower next, brushing my teeth, washing my hair and taking a long bath. I had been working myself up and breaking down again after seeing Evan and Aria Goode together at the restaurant.

Aria fricking Goode.

A country singer. Beautiful in the face, long brown flowing hair, beautiful eyes, pretty lips and an awesome personality. Everyone liked her and would become a die hard fan...