Kiss It Better

02

Robyn Fenty's POV.

"Hey, can I call you back? I have a hang over and I need to get ready for this photo shoot?" I said Drake.

We were on the phone for a good thirty minutes, just talking. He says that he wants to spend some time together soon, but I'm far too busy and my assistants are on vacation.

He sighed, "Whatever Rih, love you."

"Mhm, bye baby." I mumbled.

I was still high from last night which isn't good, I'll probably have to delay the photo shoot today as well, which will push everything back. I rolled my eyes and groaned. Tossing my phone somewhere on the bed, I gathered enough energy and climbed out of bed. Doing my morning duties, Cookie flaunts into the room. I smiled down at her and she snatched my legs.

Cookie is my dog. She's a Pomeranian with blonde fur. She was gorgeous and won 5 small dog pet shows with her previous owner.

"Oh lord, did Melissa walk you?" I questioned her as if she could speak.

As if on Que, she walked inside my room with the dog leech.

"I knew You didn't walk her." I laughed.

She giggled, "Girl, I'm still a little high, I needa get my mind right."

"Well walk my dog first." I replied.

She nodded and I proceeded to get dressed, I was doing my own hair and makeup for the photo shoot. I didn't really care for people to touch my face or hair unless I'm tour which should be happening soon if this album does amazing on the charts.

My phone rang and it was an unknown number. Usually I don't answer unknown calls, but this time is different.

"Hello?" I questioned with a confused look on my face.

A raspy voice spoke, "Ri, it's me Jasmine."

Jasmine was my blood sister. We grew up together and we were very close. Sometimes she doesn't know how to stay out of trouble, which causes us to clash.

I applied my blush, "Wassup? Why are you calling me from an unknown number?"

She sighed, "I'll explain it later. Can you come get me from the county jail?"

I pulled the phone away from my ear in disbelief with my mouth a gape.

"Rih, I have 50 seconds left to talk. Are you going to come get me?" She asked.

"I'll be there soon." I responded with disappointment in my voice.

I finished my makeup and put my clothes on. I grabbed my purse and walked out the house. 20 minutes later, we pulled up to the jail. I shook my head, my sister could have anything and she'd rather commit crimes. It's unbelievable.

"Hi, I'm here to pick up Jasmine Fenty." I said as I approached the front desk.

The guard smirked, "Identification?"

I handed him my drivers license and looked around. He verified my id and handed it back.

"She'll be out in a few." He replied.

I nodded and took a seat. My phone vibrated in my back pocket, slowly pulling it out. I glanced at it and groaned.

"Tori, I'm on the way. You won't believe what happened?" I replied.

"Lordy, let's hear what happened." She replied.

I sighed, and glanced up and saw Jasmine walking out. I got up and walked out and she followed behind.