Jasmine
“I mean, Sterling stock is down another four percent this morning, and Jason looked completely unhinged in that televised clip,” Laura said, taking a sip from her glass as we lay flat on our stomachs across my bed, a bottle of champagne sitting between us. “They are absolutely miserable.”
She turned her head to look at me, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Does that make you happy?”
“Hell yeah,” I answered excitedly, and we both burst into a fit of breathless laughter, rolling across the sheets and almost spilling the champagne. I had to scramble to lift my glass so I wouldn’t ruin my white duvet. “You think I’m going to say no, that I pity him? I’m no saint.”
When we finally quieted down, I rolled onto my side, bopped Laura’s nose, and asked, “So, what’s happening with you an
