Meant for Love (Meant For #3) Read Online Natasha Madison

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Insta-Love Tags Authors: Series: Meant For Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
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I zigzag through people until I’m standing in line, waiting for a drink. “So you’re the one,” someone says beside me and I look over to see Emmy standing there, a wineglass in her hand.

“Excuse me?” I pretend I didn’t hear her comment.

“The one who think she’s going to change him.” She shakes her head from side to side and then takes a drink of the wine. “You won’t be the first to try.”

Her words get to me, even though I pretend they don’t when I laugh at her remarks. “Maybe that’s where everyone else failed.” I raise my eyebrows. “I don’t want to change him.”

She stares at me, and if her eyes had daggers, I would be lying on the ground dead. “He’s going to get bored soon enough.” She tilts her head to the side, goading me.

“Is he?” I ask. She’s going to say something else, but she stops when she sees Nash put his arm around my waist.

“Hey, baby,” he says softly before he gives me a soft kiss, “can I have this dance?” His eyes never leave mine. He ignores Emmy, who is standing right there and acts like it’s just the two of us.

“Yes.” I put my hand in his as he leads me to the dance floor. He wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me closer, and my hand goes on his lapel.

“This is fun, isn’t it?” He just looks at me. “Your ex, my ex.”

He laughs. “Fun, fun, fun.” He turns me in a circle on the floor. “But none of them matter when I have you right where I want you.”

“Yeah, and where is that?” I ask him softly.

“Here.” He bends his head a bit. “Right here in my arms,” he declares right before he kisses me, and it’s not just a little soft kiss. No, it’s a wet, hard kiss, making no one mistake that I’m his, and more importantly, he’s mine. At least for one more night.

Twenty-Six

Nash

I grab my protein shake in one hand and the matcha in the other, walking up the steps toward the bedroom. The room’s still dark, so I know she’s probably still sleeping. Last night was not ideal for us both. I should have told her there was a possibility Emmy was going to be there, but to be honest, she was the furthest thing from my mind. The only time she crossed my mind was when I saw her, and the only thing then on my mind was making sure Zoey knew she was a thing of the past. Fuck, if anyone knew how she felt, it was me. Seeing her with her dickhead ex made me feel things I never wanted to feel again. Emmy was an afterthought, and I spent the whole night making sure Zoey knew that. Even when we got home, I wanted to make sure she knew how I felt about her. I secretly told her I was in love with her while staring into her eyes. It was the coward’s way out, but I didn’t want to push it on her.

When I get to the top of the stairs, I find her sitting up in bed with her phone in her hand, the top sheet across her chest, and I know she’s naked underneath it. “Good morning, baby.” I grin as I walk to her side of the bed, and she sits up even more, the sheet dropping and exposing her tits. I moan my appreciation, handing her the cup of matcha before bending down to kiss her lips at the same time, using my free hand to pinch her nipple.

“You’re going to make me spill my matcha.” She pretends to be irritated, but I can see her smirk trying not to come out.

“We don’t want you to spill your matcha.” I sit on the side of the bed and take a sip of my protein shake. “All that green shit in the bed, eww.” I shake my head as she giggles. “Why are you up?”

“Not sure. I just got up,” she answers, and I stare at her, knowing she is not sure of something, but always wondering if she’s going to bring it up. “I tried to doze back but figured it would mess me up more.”

“So you got up to watch more cat videos?” I put one hand over her legs and lean into her.

“No,” she lies to me, but I look down at her phone in her lap and see that I’m right. I raise my eyebrows as she flips over the phone. “Why don’t you go shower?” she says, and I nod at her and get up.

“Do you want to join me in the shower?” I ask, and she puts down her matcha tea.

“I wouldn’t mind a shower, but I don’t want to get my hair wet.”


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