Made for Romeo (Made For #4) Read Online Natasha Madison

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Made For Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 79670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
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“Is that really your name?” I asked him, feeling just a touch sorry since I thought he was joking.

“It is,” he confirmed and held up his bottle of water. “Romeo Beckett.”

The name sort of rang a bell, but this was Hollywood, so everyone’s name rang a bell. “Gabriella.” I finally said my name and all he did was look at me. He pushed himself off from the bar.

“Do you want to get out of here, Gabriella?” he asked me and, at that moment, I knew I would sleep with him. I mean, he was hot as fuck, so I might as well get one for the memory book.

“Lead the way,” was all I said and that was the first night I met Romeo Beckett.

I open my eyes to shake away the memory of that first night and remind myself that it was never real. I get up, ignoring the bottle of tequila that screams at me to take another sip, before I make my way upstairs and to my bedroom. “I know one thing for sure.” I slide into bed, grabbing the remote to the television, hoping that reality television will clear my head. “I’m never making that mistake again.”

FOUR

ROMEO

I groan as I turn my head to the side and my eyes flicker open for a second, the soft light trying to come in around the blackout drapes. I blink my eyes a couple more times before I turn over to my side and take in my surroundings. My eyes heavy with sleep, I force myself not to fall back asleep. I take in a deep breath before I turn back over and look over at the drapes. For the first time in a long time, I’ve woken up without this overwhelming pressure on my chest, and it can only be because of one person, and one person only. Gabriella.

I smile when I picture her again from yesterday, tossing the covers off myself. “Gabriella,” I say her name out loud to the empty suite, shaking my head and laughing at the shock on her face. To be honest, I had no idea how I would feel seeing her again. I knew in my head that I missed her. I knew, deep down in my heart, she was the one I let get away. I knew I have been working my way back to her. It was only when I stepped off the bike that it occurred to me it might have been all made up in my head. What if I did all this, and the minute I saw her, it wasn’t what I thought it was? I swear I stopped breathing the rest of the way to the door. Every single step matched my heartbeat, which echoed in my ear. Every single second waiting for her to open the door, my stomach got tighter and tighter. Then she opened the door, and everything just clicked into place. Everything was right in the world. Everything I had felt before coming here was just a small morsel of what I felt for her. Seeing her again just made what I felt for her so much more real. I also realized, at that moment, I loved her more than I thought I did.

The minute I heard her voice, I was taken right back to the first night I ever met her.

I was three seconds into the party when I spotted her walking into the room. I had never seen her before. Trust me, I would have remembered her. I watched her smile to a couple of people before making her way to the bar. I made my move right away. The minute she made the joke about her name being Juliet, I knew I wanted to spend more time with her. Everyone usually fawned over me, but not her. Not Gabriella.

In a matter of minutes, her hand was in mine as I led her out of the house. She walked down the steps, the sound of her heels clicking behind me. I stopped in front of the bike and grabbed the helmet. “This is for you.” I held it in my hand in her direction.

I expected her to scoff at two things, one that I was going to take her on a motorcycle, and two, that her hair would be ruined putting on a helmet. But not Gabriella, she just smiled at me. “This helmet better be clean,” she said before she put it on her head.

I laughed as I got on the bike and she waited for me to nod at her. “Why am I the only one wearing a helmet?” she asked me and I smirked at her. “Forget I asked. I can tell from your look that your head is thick.”

I couldn’t help but throw my head back and laugh at her. “Just hold on tight.”


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