Superstar by Joy King

Author:Joy King [King, Joy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, General, Contemporary Women, Romance, Man-woman relationships, Hollywood (Los Angeles; Calif.), Urban Life, Triangles (Interpersonal relations), African American, African Americans, Love stories
ISBN: 9780975581148
Publisher: A King Production
Published: 2009-02-15T06:00:00+00:00

Chantal sat on the cold steel bench wondering how in the hell she ended up back in jail. She hadn't slept a wink and felt that the walls were closing in on her. Her eyes scanned the small holding cell that occupied five sleeping females, all of whom looked liked broken down prostitutes. Upon her arrival last night, Chantal placed her one phone call to her attorney, begging him to get her out. It was late and Chantal assumed he hadn't yet got her message, but that didn't keep her from calling everyone in the building a four letter word as if it was their fault she violated her restraining order.

"Chantal Morgan," the guard called out.

All the ladies miraculously woke up from their snoozing and raised their hands, "That's me."

"I'm Chantal Morgan," she said rolling her eyes and smacking her lips.

"Who the hell do she think she is?" Chantal heard one of the other inmates say.

"She probably a call girl, but that don't make her no better than the rest of us. We just walk the streets in search of our clients and they find her snobby ass in the Yellow Pages."

"I ain't no call girl, thank you very much," Chantal barked.

"Then you just a dummy for ending up in here," another female shot back, and all the ladies burst out laughing.

"Everybody quiet," the guard yelled. Chantal slit her eyes at the women before heading out. "Your attorney is here to see you."

Praise the Lord! Chantal thought to herself. She practically leaped across the hall trying to get to her attorney. "Mitchell, I'm so happy to see you," Chantal said as she sat down for the faceto-face.

"Chantal, we really have to stop meeting under these circumstances."

Chantal could tell by the frown on Mitchell's face that he wasn't pleased, and she couldn't blame him. "I know, but it wasn't my fault. That prima donna, Tyler threw champagne in my face and on my dress. I had no choice but to retaliate."

"Have you already forgotten there is a restraining order in place? You should've never been close enough to get in Ms. Blake's face."

"Oh please, what was I supposed to do, leave the event because the queen of the night decided to grace us with her presence? I was there first. She should've left."

"Chantal," Mitchell said firmly, and by his tone Chantal knew he was growing impatient with her. "The restraining order isn't against Tyler, it's against you. That's why you're in jail and she's not."

"Fine. I understand I got myself in a pickle of a situation, but I need to get out of here."

"I don't know if it's gong to be that easy. It hasn't even been a month and you've already violated the terms of your plea agreement. A judge may decide to throw the book at you and keep you locked up for the duration of your probation."

"Wait, wait, wait a minute. My probation is for years."

"Yes, I know. .ten to be exact."

"I can't stay in jail for ten years.

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