The Publicist

Breaking the rules repost

**** For those who couldn't read the last chapter for whatever reason ***+

JAZMINE P.O.V. -

"Name please." The lady at the hotel's front desk asked me.

"Jazmine Palmer." I moved my shoulder bag that was falling further onto my shoulder.

We had recently arrived in Copenhagen, Denmark and I was the last to check into my room.

Aug, T and D had rode in a car that got them here first. They were somewhere in the hotel.

And us (Me, Des, Can and DJ) and Tha Squad rode together in a van that got us here second. Everyone had went to their rooms, except DJ who was waiting on me.

"Umm ma'am did you reserve your room?"

"No. It was reserved for me."

"Hmm..." She continued to scroll through the computer.

"Do you know who reserved it?"

"I believe August Alsina. It should be reserved under his group like everyone else. "

"What's wrong?" DJ came up behind me, putting his hands on my shoulders.

"I don't see your name. Can you contact Mr. Alsina?"

"Yes hold on." I walked away from the desk, outside DJ following closely behind me.

"They can't find your room?" He asked me.

"Yeah I don't know what's going on." I got out my phone to dial Aug.

"What's up?" Aug answered.

"Their saying they can't find my room."

"That's cause you with me. Room 611."

"August, really? I thought we talked about this?"

"You wanna sleep with DJ? Cause me and DJ your only options right now." He didn't particularly snap but he said matter of factly. Like this is not up for debate.

"Goodbye." I hung up.

"What he say?" DJ was all up in my conversation.

I walked in to the lady at the desk.

"Thank you ma'am we figured it out." I told her.

"Oh okay great. Sorry about that."

"It's not your fault." I gave her a reassuring smile and grabbed my bags.

"So what happened girl?" DJ asked me as we got on the elevator. He pressed 4. I pressed 6.

"He got a room for us to share. After I told him not too." I shook my head partly angry.

Why wasn't he listening to me?

"Why would he do that?"

"I don't know." I sighed as the door opened to DJ's floor.

"Well here if you want to escape him." He gave me his extra door-key.

"Aight. See you later."

He got off, the door closed and I proceeded up to the sixth floor. The door opened on my floor and Big T was waiting by the elevator. He grabbed my bags as I got off.

"T I can carry em.'"

"I know but Aug told me to get them. And when the bossman speak , I listen."

"Oh gawd." I rolled my eyes as we walked toward the room. Big T knocked on the door and August answered.

Big T set my bags down, then left out.