Jett
I couldn’t keep my hands off her. She was like a d**g to me. One I couldn’t get enough of. We moved from the car to the jet I’d chartered and were heading to New York. The first stop was at my parents’ home in Manhattan. That’s where we’d be grilled about our relationship.
Toying with Asia’s hand as we sat, side by side, in the beige leather seats, I found it was a perfect time to tell her about our whirlwind romance and marriage. “My mother’s name is Jenny, and my father’s name is Frank.”
“Okay.” She gave me a smile. “I can remember that.”
“You and I met at a nightclub in Los Angeles.”
“I was on vacation out there, wasn’t I?” She grinned. “We may as well keep my part in your little fairy tale real. You know, the truth about where I come from and go to college. I’m sure to mess u
