Mine to Take (Southern Wedding #5) Read Online Natasha Madison

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Southern Wedding Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
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“I just met my ex-boyfriend and his fiancée.” I say the words out loud into the universe so now everyone fucking knows.

“Fuck,” Clarabella blurts, “it is as bad as you think.” If I wasn’t in my own shoes, I would laugh at this whole thing.

Presley’s and Shelby’s heads whip toward Clarabella, who holds up her hands. “Don’t shoot the messenger. I’m just stating the obvious.”

“Okay,” Shelby remarks, “this might be a little hiccup.”

I laugh at her. “A minor issue.” She looks around.

“A little bump in the road,” Presley follows Shelby’s lead.

I look at Clarabella, waiting for her words of encouragement, but instead she shakes her head. “This is like an asteroid coming to the earth.”

“What is wrong with you?” Shelby hisses between clenched teeth at Clarabella. “This is not helping anyone.”

“Fine.” Clarabella rolls her eyes. “Why don’t we start from the beginning?”

“Yes,” Presley says, looking over at me, “define ex-boyfriend.”

“Ohhh, good one.” Clarabella nods her head. “Let’s define what kind of ex-boyfriend.”

“How long did you guys date?” Presley asks.

“Two years,” I tell the group.

“How long ago did the breakup happen?” Shelby asks.

“Almost two years ago,” I share, trying not to think of the day it all came to a screeching halt.

“Was he the best sex you ever had?” Clarabella questions, while Presley and Shelby groan. “What? This is a great question. We need to know what level it was on.” They just glare at her. “Okay, fine, we will table that question for after.” She glares at her sisters. “On a scale of one to ten.” She puts her hand on my desk and starts tapping her finger. “Ten being the highest, how much did you want to throat punch him when you saw him with his new girlfriend?”

“Fiancée,” I correct her. “Not like we just ran into each other at a bar or in Walmart. He came here with his fiancée.” Clarabella cringes at that statement and I swear if it wasn’t happening to me, I might laugh at this whole situation. “I mean, what are the odds that your ex-boyfriend is going to walk into your place of employment on your first day on the job and you get to plan his wedding?” I mean, the irony behind it, I just can’t even wrap my head around it. “But the answer is ten.”

“Okay, I’m sorry,” Shelby says. “But I have to ask, does the fiancée know?”

I shake my head and laugh. “I walked in there, and I swear to God, it was as if time was standing still and everything was in slow motion. I felt eyes on me, and then when I looked up, I saw him.” I grab the bottle and take another swig of the sweet tea, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “We pretended we didn’t know each other.”

“What?” Clarabella shrieks out. “And what did you do?”

“I pretended I didn’t know who he was,” I say, folding my arms over my chest. “I even pretended I didn’t like hockey,” I pfft out.

“He plays hockey?” Clarabella asks. “Like professionally?”

“Yes.” I nod my head. “Even when we were in school, he was drafted when he was eighteen, but he wanted to get a degree before he played.”

“Shut up,” Clarabella squawks, taking out her phone. “What’s his name?”

“Matthew Petrov,” I reply as she opens Google and must type in his name.

Her eyes come to me. “Stop it.”

“Let me see.” Presley extends her hand for the phone. She gets it and I ignore the gasp from her and then glance away when she looks at me with her mouth hanging open, and then she closes it again as she hands the phone over to Shelby.

She grabs it, and I see her eyes go big. “He looks awful,” she tries to say, and even I know she’s lying.

“Maury said that’s a lie,” Clarabella jokes, shaking her head. “But did he look at you and was like, holy shit, what do we do?”

“I have no idea. I avoided him as much as I could. I directed my questions straight to Helena,” I state, proud of myself. No matter how many times my eyes wanted to look over at him, I just stared straight ahead. I swear, I could feel his eyes on me the whole time, but I didn’t look over at him. Not once. The only time I did was at the end and even that was too much for me.

“Did they have a date in mind?” Clarabella leans back in her chair and I shake my head.

“No, obviously it has to be in the summer since he’s off then,” I share with them the only detail I really paid attention to. The whole exchange was also a touch weird and not just because it was with my ex, but she name-dropped who he was every chance she could.


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