Meant for Stone (Meant For #1) Read Online Natasha Madison

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Meant For Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
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“It’s not tequila,” she snaps. “You probably still have the taste on your tongue.”

I side-eye her, thinking she could be right. “Fine.” I grab the pills. “I’m putting my faith in you.” I place them on my tongue before taking another sip of water. “You were telling the truth!” I gasp. “Why did you let me drink so much?” I ask, and she laughs at me.

“I told you to drink water,” she reminds me. “The rule of the game is one glass of booze, then one glass of water.”

“There was no water anywhere,” I inform her, and her eyes about fly out of her head.

“There were bottles of water everywhere.” She points at me. “You were too busy being the life of the party.”

“It’s not my fault I’m the fun one of the bunch.” I take another sip of water. I was doing whatever I could to try to stay away from Stone. So obviously, partying with his sister and cousins seemed like a better plan than sitting down at the table gawking at him all night long. “What time did we come back?”

“Your father carried you in at four.”

“What?” I sit up. “We were going to watch the sunrise.” I look around for my phone, the fear now setting in. “I lost my phone.” I look at the side table. “Oh my God.”

“Is this your phone?” my mother asks when she reaches toward the edge of the bed, next to an iPad, and pulls up my phone.

“Yes,” I breathe a sigh of relief. “I just dodged a bullet.

“Whose iPad is that?” I ask, and she laughs.

“That’s how you turn the lights on and off,” she tells me, picking up the iPad and showing me by opening the curtains.

“Oh, I think I remember that.” I recall a memory of last night, getting up to get undressed but then I must have fallen back asleep.

“I’m just happy you were in bed.” She gets up off the mattress.

“When we brought you in, you went to bed on the floor.” She points over to where my bag is, my clothes thrown all around it. “We asked you to get up, but you just said you were fine where you were.” She shrugs. “So we just left you.”

“Oh, good, you’re up.” My father comes into the room wearing gym shorts and a backward cap on his head, his chest is all wet. “The plane leaves in two hours.” He looks at me.

“Why are you wet?” I ask.

“I went running,” he tells me, and I just stare at him. “What is that smell?”

I lift my arm. “Probably me.”

“Okay, let’s get you up and in the shower,” my mother urges. “Unless you can stay longer.”

“No.” I shake my head. “I have to be back in the office tomorrow.” I move out of bed, but it takes me like five minutes because I have to stop twice.

“What a wedding,” I declare, looking at my parents. “Thank God she said yes. Can you imagine?” I shake my head when I finally put my feet on the carpet. “What were you guys going to do?”

“She wasn’t going to say no.” My father is quick to say, “She loves him.”

“I don’t know why, but who am I to judge? In my last relationship, he was more interested in his cat cam than me standing there naked. I was doing cartwheels, and he was ‘look at my cat.’” I shake my head. “He should have looked at this cat.” I point at my vagina.

“La-la-la-la-la.” My father puts his fingers in his ears. “There are things I don’t want to know.”

“Dad, I’m a single woman in my prime,” I remind him. “This is when I’m supposed to make mistakes.”

“Yes,” my mother adds, “make the mistakes, but can we also talk about Stone?” I stop moving and look over at her.

“What?” I pretend not to know what she’s talking about. “Who?”

“Oh, please.” My mother rolls her eyes at me. “The man who followed you around all night, making sure you didn’t fall on your face.”

I put my hand to my chest, the pounding in my head moving to my rib cage. “No, he wasn’t.” I shake my head. “He was following Zoey around.”

“Sure, if you say so.” She appeases me, smiling before she walks over to my dad, grabbing his hand.

“You and Stone?” my father says, shocked. “I didn’t even know you knew him.”

“I don’t.” I hold up my hands. “I’ve met him twice.” I avoid looking at their eyes. “Now can I shower, please?”

“I’ll bring you coffee,” she says, and I smile at her.

“You’re the best mom in the whole world,” I say. “If Dad ever hooks up with another girl, we’ll put shrimp shells in the curtain rods.”

“Good God,” my father moans, then looks at my mother with a stern look on her face. “Why would you tell her that?”


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