Meant for Her (Meant For #2) Read Online Natasha Madison

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Forbidden, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Meant For Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95393 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
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“Yeah,” I say, “shall we go inside?” I hold out my hand for her to walk in front of me. She looks over at me, and the only thing I can think of is how long before I can leave without her thinking I’m an asshole.

I wish I could say the rest of the date went well. It didn’t. Keely tried to ask me questions, but my answers were one word. I would counter, ask the same questions and just nod, not putting in a word more. Let’s just say when we left there, I wanted to kick my own ass. Luckily for me, I don’t have time to dwell on it because there’s a preseason game tonight.

We end up winning three to one, but it doesn’t count, so no one cares. When I get home, I look at my texts to see if Koda texted me, but obviously, she didn’t. The only one who texted me is Keely.

Keely: Thank you for today. It was so much fun.

My eyebrows pinch together because it was not fun. Nothing about it was fun. It was like getting a root canal over and over again. Or watching wet paint dry.

Keely: Hope we can do it again.

She ends it with a smiley face, and instead of just saying yeah, that sounds good, let me check my schedule, my head has other ideas.

Me: Yeah, that sounds great. If you aren’t busy in two weeks, how about you join me for the first game of the season?

I press send before I even think about what a stupid, stupid mistake it is. I look down and my hands shake because I did not want to do that. And now there isn’t anything I can say that won’t make me look like a complete and ultimate asshole. A text comes in before I can do anything and think of an excuse.

Keely: Oh my goodness, I would love that.

“What the actual fuck are you doing?” I ask myself, looking down at the phone, closing the chat before I do something else that is totally fucked up and not right.

I pull up a thread with my cousin Zoey, who is more like my sister. I go to her when I don’t want my sisters to know anything or catch on to things.

Me: Question.

I wait for her to answer my text, knowing she always, and I mean always, has her phone on her. She’s a PR guru, so she always waits for one of her clients to get into a scandal. Sadly, they’ve never had the chance, and she is always left waiting.

Zoey: I probably have an answer.

Me: If I have coffee with a girl and it’s like the worst time, and then I ask her out again, is she going to think it’s a date-date?

Zoey: If you had the worst time, why invite her out again?

Me: Because.

Zoey: That’s a solid response.

Me: I don’t know, I felt bad she thought it was the best time ever.

Zoey: Wow, good thing she didn’t declare her love for you or you’d be having her baby.

I snort out laughing.

Me: It’s a great thing, or I’d probably ask her to marry me.

Zoey: But seriously, did you ask her out again?

Me: I did.

Zoey: Why would you waste her time like that?

Me: If I knew, I wouldn’t have texted you with the question, now would I?

Zoey: Well, you can always cancel.

Me: Then won’t I be an asshole?

Zoey: You are taking her out on a date you don’t want to go on.

Me: But at least I’m not canceling.

Zoey: Yes, that’s much better than you not wanting to be there with her.

Me: Ugh.

Zoey: If you don’t want to be an asshole, go on the date, but then you have to tell her you aren’t looking for anything more than a friend.

Me: That is going to make me even more of an asshole.

Zoey: The minute you asked her out on a second date, you became an asshole. This is just you being less of an asshole. You’re welcome.

Me: Fine. I’ll do what you said.

Zoey: Good man, still an asshole, but good man.

I can’t help but laugh at her.

Me: Good talk.

I toss my phone to the other side of the bed before I rub my hands over my face. “You are an asshole.”

CHAPTER TEN

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“Is Uncle Christopher coming?” Rain asks as we walk out of the house on our way to their hockey practice. Or whatever it is that this is. All I know is we have to meet him at the rink by seven thirty on a Saturday. I mean, it’s not like we sleep in, but still.

“I want Uncle Chrissy to tie my skates,” Luna mumbles as she steps out of the door while I wait to close it.

“If he’s not there, I will tie them,” I tell her, and I don’t have a chance to say anything else because the girls squeal his name.


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