Mine Forever (One Night With You #2) Read Online Mia Brody

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Insta-Love Tags Authors: Series: One Night With You Series by Mia Brody
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Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 95(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
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I take a deep breath as anger fills me and for the first time in a conversation with her, I don’t push it down. “I like my curves and I like the way I dress.”

“Brent didn’t. He told me he only stayed with you because he felt sorry for you. He and I used to laugh about how pathetic you are.”

I blink but the tears come anyway. “Why would you say that?”

“What?” She shrugs a shoulder. “I only tell you these things because I’m your mother and I care.”

“You don’t care!” The three words are ripped from my throat. “Do you know how much it hurt me when you slept with him? Do you know how I felt when I saw that my boyfriend wanted my mom over me?”

“And I thought it would wake you up!” She insists. “I thought you’d start making better choices with your life, but you’re still such an embarrassment.”

I laugh at the word despite the tears rolling down my cheeks. It’s strange but I feel a sense of relief now that she’s finally admitted it.

“You’re not the only one who’s embarrassed. I had to grow up as Stella Hunter’s daughter. All the boys thought I was easy just because my mom would flash her tits at any photographer who showed her some attention.”

I stand from the bed and grab my laptop, holding it against my chest. “And I just realized I don’t want to be your daughter anymore.”

Just like that, I walk out of the apartment and leave my old life behind. I don’t have a clue what to do next, but I know that today, a new Katie Hunter was born. And she’s a fuckin’ bad ass.

10

KATIE

“Whoa,” Lacey gasps when I’ve finished telling her the whole story.

“So, I kind of need a place to stay,” I sniff then giggle. I may have just made some really big mistakes by quitting my job and ending my book series. But the one thing I know wasn’t a mistake was walking away from my mom.

“Crash here,” she says.

“Will Eric care?” While her offer is generous, this isn’t Lacey’s place. It’s Eric’s and he already has two roommates.

She waves a hand. “He barely stayed here before and now, he’s so happy with Atlas. You should see the two of them together.” She pauses. “Sorry. You probably don’t want to hear about that right now.”

“I’m glad that it worked out for them. And for you.” I grin at her despite my own broken heart. Apparently, Eric and Atlas weren’t the only ones who hooked up the night of the masquerade. Ryan and Lacey did too.

I’ve never seen my friends look happier. They both deserve their fairytale endings. “I promise I won’t make a peep.”

“Just write me a sexy finale to Kitty and Michael. Although I have to tell you that after Ryan, Peter will never satisfy me in quite the same way again.” She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

I laugh. “It’s a deal.”

Now, I just have to figure out how to give my fictional heroine the happy ending I’ve always wanted.

Michael

This is yours.

I see it again, the shy way she spread her legs for me on the hotel bed right before I licked her beautiful pussy.

I shake my head and try to refocus in the shower. It’s been three days and I haven’t heard from Katie.

When my wife died, all the color drained from my world. I wandered in a gray wilderness of grief until last month. Then I heard Katie’s throaty laugh as she was joking with a co-worker about visiting the Cayman Islands.

Suddenly, there was a rainbow explosion of color and for the first time in years, I found myself tasting my food, smiling again, and anticipating each new day instead of dreading it.

All because of that little pixie with her vintage dresses and easy laugh.

I remember the smell of her perfume at the masquerade and I reach for my cock. I think about having her on my desk, on the conference table at work. Hell, in my own kitchen.

I’d take a wand to her, just like in that scene in my favorite story of hers. Would she blush as I made her spread her legs? Would she be embarrassed when I forced her to come again and again?

The fantasies have me erupting hot and sticky, spewing faster than I did at sixteen.

When I step out of the shower, I check my phone for a message from her. But there’s nothing from her.

She hasn’t answered any of my calls in the last three days. She’s so skittish that making any sudden moves could spook her and cause me to lose her forever.

Once I’m dressed, I hurry to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee before I leave for work. Maybe she’ll be there today. Maybe she’ll be wearing one of those cute little dresses and teasing me about misplacing the things I need.


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