Lust and Lies (The Jamie Reynolds Chronicles #1) Read Free Page B

did I work with Jonathan, but I also made it my business to know his business and the rest of my teams’ business. Could you blame me? I was a black female working in a white man’s production world. Most of my clients were white and I typically hired an all-black staff. I needed to know what kind of drama could come out of my crew before I hired. It was hard enough being a female in this business. Respect was not given, it was earned. I put too much of myself into this career, so leaving was kind of a big deal, because unlike most chicks in this business, I didn’t sleep my way up to the top, I actually worked. But all I did was work, making money was all I did and my social life suffered because of it. I not only did freelance work on the side, but I also worked the overnight shift at WSBTV Channel 2 News as an associated editor and hated every minute of it. Too many negative news stories, and it slowly killed me to go to work three times a week only to feel like crap after my three a.m. to noon shift. I was not sad at all to put in my two weeks’ notice in at Channel 2, but I felt better things were going to come to me in New York.
     

Home Sweet Home…
    “Hey, Jonathan, thanks again for helping me drive to New York,” I said to him as I opened the front door of my mother’s house in Brooklyn.
    “Anytime, my dear, anytime.”
    “Hey, Prince.” I bent over to play with my little sister’s crazy dog. I hated that name Prince, but she had been calling that dog Prince ever since she got it, despite what anyone else called him.
    “Jamie.” My little sister ran up to me and gave me a hug. “Ma said you wasn’t coming until Thursday.”
    “I know, but we decided to leave early. What’s good?”
    “Nothing,” she said, turning and smiling at Jonathan.
    “Jayla, this is Jonathan. Jonathan, this is my little sister Jayla.” She was only thirteen and her ass and breasts were bigger than mine. My mother even told me she was wearing a C cup now. Which made me a little depressed, as I was only a B cup myself. I figured I should lose the little part because she wasn’t little anymore.
    Jayla just kept on staring at Jonathan, so I quickly showed Jonathan the way to the bathroom and gave him a towel so he could freshen up. After driving for thirteen and a half hours, I figured he could use a nice hot shower.
    “Stop looking at him like that,” I turned and snapped at Jayla.
    “What are you talking ’bout? I wasn’t staring at anyone.”
    I gave her this look: like I was once thirteen and I know.
    “What?” she said. “It’s not like he’s your boyfriend or anything.”
    “Sorry,” was all she could say after seeing my eyes get big from her smart-ass comment. I didn’t know if they got big from the embarrassment or the fact that my little sister just got smart with me. How did she know Jonathan and I weren’t dating; we could be dating. Was the thought of me having a boyfriend so farfetched? I guess not having a boyfriend in almost three years would cause even a five-year-old to make the same comment. Oh goodness, I hoped I didn’t end up like those crazy workaholic ladies that have a successful career with no man to share her success with. That would suck.
    “Jayla, what time does your mother get home?” I quickly changed the subject. Ever since my older sister and I were young we spoke about our parents in the third person like we had two different sets of parents. Bad habits are hard to break, and it was too late anyway, we had already passed it on to my little sister.
    “She gets home around six.”
    “Did you eat?” I asked right as Jonathan came out of the bathroom, fully dressed. He was looking kind of good, but my sister was wrong, he had a girlfriend back in Georgia. Been there, done that; I would not mess around with another woman’s man again. Karma is a bitch.
    “No, but I am kind of hungry,” Jonathan answered, poking my sister to agree with him.
    “I wasn’t even talking to you