Falling for Her (Boston Love #3) Read Online Kelly Elliott

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: Boston Love Series by Kelly Elliott
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
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“It’s true,” I replied as I willed the elevator to go faster.

“That still doesn’t mean what I said wasn’t cruel.”

Turning to face him, I plastered on a fake smile. “I guess we all can’t be fools in love now, can we?”

The elevator dinged and opened the doors. I stormed out with Wes on my heels.

“Why did you emphasize fools?”

I walked to my apartment and dropped the bags onto the floor so that I could dig through my purse for the keys.

“Just leave the bags, I can get it from here.”

Wes didn’t move, and I could feel his eyes on me. Turning, I glared at him. “You know you want to leave, so just leave.”

“Why did you call me a fool?”

Turning to face him, I fought the urge to slap him. “God, you’re so damn annoying. Wes, you’re chasing after a woman who is getting married. She made it clear to you twice she didn’t want you. Now you’re planning on ruining her wedding. If that isn’t the literal definition of a fool, then I don’t know what is.”

He swallowed hard. “You don’t know what it’s like to be in love with someone.”

I pressed my mouth in a tight line and nodded. “Right. Right. We’re back to me not knowing what love is.”

I turned the key and pushed my door open and fought the urge to kick all the bags inside my apartment. Instead, I leaned down and gathered them all up and walked in, ignoring him completely.

It wasn’t a big place, like the fancy ass condo Wes lived in, but it was my home and I loved it. When you walked in, the galley-style kitchen was to the left, the bathroom to the right. Straight ahead was my living and dining areas. A sofa, two end tables were on one side of the small room, and across from it a console with my TV over it. By the large picture window was a round table with two chairs.

The bedroom was small, with enough room for my bed and the end table. A small wardrobe cabinet was in the room as well.

“I’m sorry I said that Clare. It’s just…let’s just move on.”

I shot him a dirty look. I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but I needed to not let his words make me feel this way.

“Fine. We’re moving on. You can leave,” I got this.

“Not so fast, I need to use the restroom. This place is nice,” Wes stated as he walked in and set the bags on the sofa. “Mind if I use your bathroom…oh my God. Oh my God. You have a view of Fenway Park from your place, and not just the roof?”

I had walked into the bedroom to put my bags on the bed. I walked back out to see Wes near the window staring out.

“I do. You should see the view from the terrace, it’s even better.”

He spun around. “Holy shit.”

I shrugged. “I pay a fortune for this place, but it’s close to work and it comes with a view.”

Laughing, he turned back to said view. “Why have we never come to your place to watch the games?”

“Well,” I said as I leaned against the door frame of my bedroom, “I just assumed you went to the games, so why would you need to come here?”

“My parents are the ones with season tickets, not me. And when they don’t go, fighting between my two brothers for those tickets is not fun.”

“Did you need to use the bathroom, Wes?”

Wes turned and looked at me. His smile faded. “I really don’t want you to be mad at me, Clare.”

My heart started to beat a bit faster, and I could feel my cheeks burn slightly. Did he just look at my mouth?

“Rory would kill me if she knew I hurt your feelings.”

And just like that, it felt like someone splashed cold water on me. How could I even think he would care about my feelings?

“Don’t worry about it. The bathroom is right there.”

Wes walked past me and to the bathroom. I sighed and grabbed the rest of the bags and brought them to my room. Dropping them onto the floor, I sat down on the bed and thought back to what Wes had said.

“You don’t know what it’s like to be in love with someone.”

“How wrong you are,” I whispered.

I heard the bathroom door open, so I stood and made my way out to see Wes standing there awkwardly.

“Well, I guess I should be heading out.”

Nodding, I said, “Sounds good. Thank you for driving and helping me get everything. I sent Rory and Harmony a text about getting together to make the decorations and plan out everything.”

“Sounds good,” he said as he glanced around again. “How big is this place?”

“About six-hundred square feet. A lot smaller than your place.”


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