Craven Cove Royalty – Craven Cove Read Online Alexa Riley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 100113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
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“CC,” Gia calls for me.

I walk back into the living room and I see Marco standing there. He’s looking down at Gia like she hung the moon for him alone.

“Marco got you hot chocolate since you hate coffee.” She holds it out for me.

“That was sweet. Thanks, Marco.” He raises his chin and smiles politely but he never says much. I fight a laugh because I think he only got me a hot chocolate because he knew it would make Gia happy that he did something nice for me. That doesn't bother me at all. In fact, it makes me like him even more. Maybe he wants to make sure I’m team Marco when Gia’s family finds out she’s been dating someone.

“Well I’m off. I have two tests today,” she groans, but I know she’ll do fine. She spent all night studying. I quizzed her and helped her make flash cards.

“I’ll take you to your favorite pizza place after you’re all done, sweets,” he tells her in his thick New York accent. I don’t know much about Marco yet, but one thing I do know is he’s not from here. I also know he must come from money because he’s always dressed in an expensive-looking suit.

“Don’t you have work?” she asks as she grabs her backpack off the hook next to the front door. He takes it from her hands to carry it for her.

The way they look at one another makes my heart ache for something like that. Or even a silly crush where I know what it’s like to get butterflies in my stomach.

“Thanks again.” I raise the hot cup I’m holding and Marco nods again as they leave.

I lock the door behind them before I finish getting ready and enjoy my hot chocolate. When I come back into the living room, Elvis lifts his head to look at me with those puppy dog eyes.

“Let’s not fight about this,” I say as take his leash off the front door hook. “You only have to do the first round of walks with me and then I’ll bring you back.”

I know he can't understand me, but sometimes I wonder if he does. He needs the walk because he’s gained some weight since Yana died. Both of us have been eating our emotions. Maybe the weight gain wouldn't be a big deal if he wasn't sometimes a brat and I have to carry him when he decides he’s done walking.

I glance at my phone, knowing I need to get a move on so I’m not late. I double-check to make sure I have all the keys to the places I’m going today. When I’m all set I look back to Elvis, who hasn't moved an inch.

“Fine, we’ll stop at the bacon truck.” At the word “bacon” he’s off the sofa and standing next to me. Once again his short stubby legs move quicker than normal. It’s not a food truck that only sells bacon, but it’s what Elvis knows them for. “Don’t you have to use the bathroom anyway?”

I click the leash onto him before grabbing my crossbody bag that has the other leashes I’ll need. We take the elevator because I don’t want to push my luck with Elvis and his already grumpy mood. I give Jake, our doorman, a wave as he opens the door of our building for me and I make my way towards my first dog pickup.

Being a dog walker was never something I thought I would do for a living, but then again I never thought I’d up and leave my life behind in the middle of the night before either. It took my parents almost two weeks to realize I left and I’m pretty sure it was only because Stacy, my father's assistant, told him. She called me to ask me why the check to my university was returned with a letter stating I didn’t enroll for my sophomore year. Who knows how long it would have taken them otherwise.

I was done with them when they hadn't even bothered to come home from their summer trip to Europe when Yana passed away. I called them in a frenzy when she got sick and I rushed her to the hospital. They told me everything would be fine but it wasn't. She died three hours later. The woman who was more of a parent to me than my own since I was a little girl left me. They didn't bother to come home for the funeral either and I couldn’t forgive them.

I felt lost and alone until Gia showed up. She sat next to me while I cried and refused to leave my side. I knew she had a life to get back to and I also knew, unlike my parents, her family would be all over her about getting back to Chicago. When she told me to come with her, I didn't have to think on it. I packed my bags, and Elvis and I left with her.


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