Read Online Forever. (This. Is. Not. Over. Book 3) by Shannon Dianne - Free Book Online

something Danny needs because she can be a bit of a loose cannon.” She looks out the window and smiles into the Boston night. And I know why. I look out of the window and across the street at Brookshire Condominiums.
                  “You still want to move into those condos?” I ask her as she watches a doorman help a woman out of her town car.
                  “I do,” She has a faraway smile on her face. “Don’t you?”
                  “Yeah, I wouldn’t mind.” I look down into my plate and cut into my French toast.
                  “What’s wrong?” By the time I look back up, she’s staring at me. “You haven’t been yourself tonight. Is it school?” The waitress walks over with a tray holding a cup of creamer, sugar cubes and two cups of coffee, white smoke steaming up from them. “Thank you so much.” Jasmine says to her. “It’s after midnight, you must be exhausted. How long is your shift?” This is typical Jasmine, engaging with the plebeians, or regular people as she calls them. It builds their moral, when you speak with them, she once told me.
                  “Three more hours to go,” the waitress says with a look of mock exhaustion.
                  “Oh dear,” Jasmine gives a look of regret. “I’m sorry.” The waitress smiles and slowly walks away.
                  “Why didn’t you ask me to come to the pageant?” I ask coolly as Jasmine reaches for the creamer. “Not that I mind but I’m just wondering.”
                  “I knew you’d be mad at that.” She says without even looking at me. I watch her as she pours her creamer into her coffee.
    “Who’s mad?”
    “You.”
    “Why didn’t you ask?” I watch her grab a sugar cube with a set of silver prongs.
    “It wasn’t your crowd.”
    “Oh no?”
    “It was black society, Jacob.”
    “And your parents.” I reach for my coffee cup.
    “I was fighting to be the black queen of Massachusetts. It just wasn’t the time to introduce my electors to my white boyfriend.”
    “So who did you introduce them to?” She looks up at me as she stirs her coffee.
    “I guess you have eyes and ears around the entire city, huh?” She says without skipping a beat. “I’m impressed.”
    “Who was the guy with Jon?”
    “His friend.” She takes a sip of her coffee.
    “And his name?” It’s Marlon Kyles, I’ve already looked him up.
    “Marlon Kyles. And before you say anything, there’s nothing going on between the two of us. Marlon’s from an old Philadelphia family, the Philadelphia Kyles, the ones that opened the first stop of the city’s Underground Railroad. Have you heard of them?”
    “Of course.” The Kyles are Philly’s black royalty. They run the damn city just off of legacy alone.
    “Well he’s a super nice guy and he’s thinking about moving to Boston after college. He thought it would be a great opportunity to come to the pageant to network. So, no, he and I are not an item.” She’s lying. “Honest.” She smiles at me before drifting her eyes back out of the window. “Now about that condo across the street. I can see being married to you, having about three kids and ascending from a town car looking svelte and carefree. The wife of a lawyer. Three kids. And a member of the Blair clan. Not bad.” She looks back at me. “I say we go see what the asking price is. Ya know, just for fun.”
    “Whatever it is, I can afford it.” I say as I cut into my French toast. She’s lying. I know she is.
    “Jacob, stop.” I let my fork fall to my plate, creating a small clank at it hits the porcelain.
    “Jasmine, if you’re fucking with a Kyle, just tell me. Alright? I’ll understand if you are. He has the shit that you want.”
    “What I want is Jacob Blair, what I’ve got is a bunch of promises that may or may not come true.” I watch her cross her arms. “I didn’t see you rushing to introduce