Nothing Ever Lasts

By Jasmine Lee

I’m an asshole.

I got no shame in admitting it, hell my wife knew that first hand after we worked together the first time. It isn’t like I tried to be this candy ass punk of a douche to sweep her off her feet. Why would I waste my fucking time with that bullshit? When I can be a complete asshole and get her on her back.

Crude?

Yeah, something like that. But in the end I don’t give a shit, I got her. Now I just have to figure out how to get her to fall in love with me and to actually give this marriage of ours a shot. If for no other reason than at least for our daughter Emmy.

18+ Readers, Sexual Content, Language

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jasmine Lee
• Release date: Dec 14, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310028540

Jasmine Lee

Jasmine Lee is a small town girl who grew-up in a small town with a population of only three-hundred and sixty one people. She had her son at the age of twenty and at the age of twenty-four she met her husband and with-in a year they were married. It was only two short years later, while babysitting a little girl they met their soon to be adopted daughter. Fast forward to today and she is a stay-at-home wife and her husband works at the local prison. Their daughter is ex-NAVY and is now working as a deckhand on a barge and their son is working as a manufacturer of metal. She is still living in a small town, actually smaller then the one she grew-up in on ten acres and enjoys writing and taking pictures and working in her garden and babying her roses.J.L.

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First Edition: December 2015

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Editor: Adrian J Smith

Formatter: Champagne Formats

Cover Designer: Sheri McGathy

Cover Models: Bri Jay and Lance Jones

Photographer: Tabitha Patterson

Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright

What readers are saying

Dedication

Play List

Quote

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Quote

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Epilogue

Acknowledgements

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What readers are saying:

Karma took Boyd's life into a tail spin. Will fate give him a second chance? - Beth

To every woman who has fallen for the asshole, no matter how hard she tried not to.

To Eric and Brittani: I hope you both find you’re happily ever after!! ;)

Play List

Adore You – Miley Cyrus

Love To See You Cry – Enrique Iglesias

Try – P!nk

I Showed Her – O-Town

Push – Matchbox Twenty

Little Wonders – Rob Thomas

We Can’t Stop – Miley Cyrus

Streetcorner Symphony – Rob Thomas

You And Me – Lifehouse

Hands in the Air – Miley Cyrus

Hanging By A Moment – Lifehouse

Sometimes Love Ain’t Enough – O-Town

If I Could Love You – Puddle of Mudd

Ever The Same – Rob Thomas

Everything – Lifehouse

Nothing Would Be Better – Nick Jonas

Flight – Lifehouse

Warning – Nick Jonas

Whatever It Takes – Lifehouse

Loved The Hell – Joey + Rory

Chains – Nick Jonas

Gentleman – Theory Of A Deadman

Avalanche – Nick Jonas, Demi Lovato

Just Give Me a Reason – P!nk, Nate Ruess

Bad Girlfriend – Theory Of A Deadman

Earned It – The Weekend

Sail – AWOLNATION

Thinking About You – Puddle of Mudd

THESE THINGS ARE SO freaking wrong. No, wait that isn’t the correct way to describe this…this—ugh I don’t even know what to call it. Maybe a ‘Sex Fest’? Yeah, that sounds more appropriate than a book signing for multiple authors and their models. I mean don’t get me wrong. I like being invited to them and all. It’s just the expectations the fans have of us models, especially the male models. We’re asked all kinds of shit. I think…no, I know I get more offers of pieces of ass at these things than anywhere else. But it’s not because they actually want to be with me; nope not even fucking close. They want you to act a damn part, and when you fuck them, they love telling you that isn’t how so and so does it. I can’t tell you how many times that has happened to me. But still it wasn’t as bad as that one time with me and my buddy, Alan, who is also a model. We got talked into a threesome with one woman. God, that was the most awkward and…I shudder as I remember her demanding Alan and I suck each other and then fuck each other as we fuck her. Yeah, it didn’t happen. Instead, we both looked at each other grabbed our shit and left. We never spoke of it again.

Boyd? a soft almost airy female voice says in front of me.

I snap my eyes open and lift my head from my relaxed position, leaning against the wall, and am met with a pair of light brown eyes and blonde hair that stops at her shoulders. As I let my gaze travel along her body and find she’s a little shorter than me, not by much but a good five or six inches. She has an olive complexion, and she has a few extra pounds on her. But fuck she looks hot. I’ve seen her around before at other book signings, but we’ve never actually talked.

She’s normally surrounded by her own models, which I found odd at first until I talked to one of the guys. He said she’s actually a blast to work with and she prefers to use local people instead of ‘Big Time Models’ aka models like me. I’m your typical tattoo model, with medium brown hair that I keep in a military style; my complexion is somewhat pale as I couldn’t get a natural tan if my life depended on it. Wrap that all up with what I’ve heard many a women say are baby blue eyes and you get me.

After learning about her preference for working with local models, I did some of my own stalking and found out I actually like her books. She has her own unique way of writing that isn’t like everyone else. I’ve also noticed she loves to push the boundaries and go in the opposite direction of everyone else.

Raising an eyebrow, I smirk. Yes?

Her eyes narrow slightly, and I have to admit that is not the reaction I normally receive when I pull that move. Straightening from the wall completely I clear my throat and hold my hand out to her. Sorry. My name’s Boyd, and you are Dixie Bell. Correct?

I watch as her eyes shift slightly, but she nods as she places her hand in mine. Yes…nice to meet you.

I grin as I shake her hand and release it as another author I have worked with before walks up to us followed by the events photographer. I bite the inside of my mouth to keep from groaning, not that I’ll say anything aloud. I mean this is how I make a living after all, but this woman, Tameka Gray, is the biggest bitch I’ve ever had the not so pleasurable experience to work with. But her fans love her, and she has multiple series and stand alones. Personally I don’t think her writing style is that good, but hey, what the fuck do I know? I’m just a model. I’m basically eye candy for all women and some men to drool over. She smiles a huge ass fake smile as she stops in front of me.

Boyd, so nice to see you again. She leans forward and gives me a sideways hug. Ka—Dixie, I mean nice to see you too. I frown as she smiles over at Dixie. Hmmm… "Oh, this is Jackson. He’s the event’s main photographer. Jackson this is Boyd, the model I’m using for my next book Tenderness and this is my fellow author, Dixie Bell."

I’ve met Jackson before at previous book signings. I’ve never actually worked with him, but from what I’ve heard from others is he’s a decent guy to work with. He nods to both of us as he shakes our hands.

Dixie, can I speak to you for a minute? Tameka says as she steps closer to her.

Dixie’s eyes dart to me and then back to Tameka, but she nods and I can tell it’s reluctantly. She allows Tameka to lead her a few feet away to where I can’t hear what they are discussing.

So, you ready for this weekend? Jackson says as he shoves his hands in his pockets.

Turning my attention back to him, I take in his appearance. He’s my height with black hair that is long and stops at his shoulders with a dark skin complexation. He isn’t Hispanic or African, but he’s mixed with something. He has green eyes that are covered with what remind me of coke bottle glasses. He screams nerd, but he pulls the look off.

Lifting my hand as I rub the top of my head, I answer his question, ‘Bout as ready as one can be. Did Tameka ever find someone to replace Jazz for the shoot?

Jazz, another model, was supposed to do the cover shoot with me but ended up having to cancel due to weather back in her home country of Italy and couldn’t fly out for another week. Tameka asked if I could reschedule, but I told her I couldn’t because I have other photo shoots lined up all over the United States. So she said she’d make it work. Whatever the hell that meant.

Jackson lets out a snort as he shakes his head. Yeah, I guess you could say that.

What do you mean?

He nods toward Tameka and Dixie; I turn and notice Tameka talking quite fast and Dixie keeps looking like she’s about ready to double over with laughter.

She’s asking Dixie if she’ll do it, Jackson says.

I feel my eyes widen in shock as I snap my eyes to him. He nods as he smiles. Swinging my head back around, I find Dixie looking straight at me with wide eyes.

Looks like she just did, I mumble.

Tameka says something that causes Dixie to quickly turn her head around and focus on her with disbelief written all over her face, and for some reason that I don’t dare to look at too closely, I’m hoping she’ll agree to the shoot.

Doubt she’ll agree, though, Jackson says.

Why? I ask as I frown, looking back at him.

She’s married. You and I both know once you’re married in the modeling world it narrows down your field of work. Spouses tend to cause more problems than it’s worth. It’s easier just to find someone different who is single.

It’s true. I know it sounds stupid, but I know firsthand how a jealous partner can cause more problems than anyone would rather deal with. I had the pleasure of meeting a husband once. Yeah, he didn’t like my hands on his wife and ended up punching me in the middle of the shoot.

You think Tameka will convince her? I ask as I watch the two women continue to talk.

Tameka is tall, like really tall. I stand at five-nine, and she towers over me by a good five inches. She has what a lot people would call a model’s body with bronzed skin and brown eyes with bright red hair. Which I guess you could say fits her personality.

A snort is all I get in response from Jackson as Tameka walks back toward us. I stare fixated on Dixie as she walks off, not paying much attention to anything or anyone around her.

Dixie said she’d do the shoot, Tameka beams as she and Jackson walk off arm in arm, talking about the type of shots they need.

I return my attention back to the direction I saw Dixie walk and start in the same way, not exactly sure of where it is I’m going. I make my way out of the main room and into the hall. I swing my head left and then right but there’s no sign of her. Spotting two women with t-shirts with the signing’s name on it, I walk over to them.

Excuse me, ladies, but did Dixie Bell happen to go through here? I ask as I stop in front of them.

One of them answers as she points in the direction, Yes, she went that way. Although she appeared quite upset.

Thank you. I offer them a smile before going in the direction she pointed.

I walk about fifty feet when I hear a couple arguing, and me being me, I stop and move closer to where their voices are. I can tell it’s a man and woman, but past that I can’t tell you much. It comes a little clearer on who it is as I listen.

I don’t give a shit, Kailee. I said no, and I meant it. I don’t want you doing it. You’re mine. That means I get to make the final fucking decision.

But it’s my damned body not yours, Greg, so I would think I get the final decision.

I said no. If you do that stupid ass cover shoot, I will fucking leave.

The door swings open, and I move quickly out of the way as a man my height walks out. As he stomps away, he rubs his hands down his face and doesn’t even notice me. I stand outside the door for a minute or two before curiosity gets the better of me, and I move closer and peek inside. I find the room empty. Frowning, I step inside and let my gaze travel the whole room before I finally find a woman sitting farther in the back shrouded in darkness with her head down in her hands. I debate on just backing out and leaving her alone when she looks up and her eyes crash with my own.

Boyd? she whispers.

Dixie, I say in a low voice. Slowly I close the distance between us. I didn’t hear much just that you two were arguing.

She gives me a small smile. Yeah, my husband doesn’t want me to do the cover shoot, but I owe Tameka and she’s calling in her favor. So…I agreed.

Sitting down beside her, I take her hands in mine as I focus on them. It’s not worth throwing your marriage away, though.

Her hands move into tight fists in my hands as she answers me, Yeah, well I don’t have much of a choice, and in all honesty, I would love to do the shoot. It’s something I’m always in charge of for my own books, and I have a lot of fun at them, but I’m always the author not the model.

Lifting my eyes, they connect with hers, and I offer her a small smile. Are you sure you want to do this?

Yes, and fuck the consequences. She giggles as soon as the words leave her mouth, and I can’t help but grin as she laughs.

When she finally settles down, she holds her hand out to me and looks at me expectantly. Slowly I place my hand in hers, and she tightens hers around mine and I follow suit, rubbing my thumb slowly back and forth across the back of her hand.

Hello, my name is Kailee Belton, but everyone knows me as the author Dixie Bell. Nice to meet you, officially.

I raise an eyebrow at her that she matches