Shattered Dreams (Dream #1) Read Online Natasha Madison

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Forbidden Tags Authors: Series: Dream Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
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I hear him stand and make the mistake of looking down the bed at him standing there, his face like stone. “Why would I care?”

I don’t let the words hurt me. There is nothing he can say that can hurt me anymore. “I care”—I toss the covers over me—“that people might find out you show up here at night.” I stand here in my panties and nothing else, knowing I should cover myself up. “I don’t know why I should care.” I hate that I’m admitting this to him, of all people. “But I do, and I don’t need you showing up here in case someone is here.” I fold my arms over my chest, both of us now glaring at each other.

“Don’t worry about it,” he growls before he turns on his boot and storms out, making sure he slams the door before he walks out. I put my head back, looking at the ceiling before closing my eyes. The stinging comes to my nose as I push the tears away. I look out the window at the same time as he disappears into the forest.

“Fuck you, Charlie,” I say to the empty room, wishing I’d said it to him before he slammed out of my house. I look over at the bed and think about stripping it again, but I’ve washed the sheets for the last two nights, and after the exit he just had, I doubt he’ll ever show his face here again. So I go to the bathroom, start the shower, and ignore how pissed I am that I let him have the last word again.

Even when I get dressed and snatch the gray T-shirt dress off the hanger, putting it on, I’m mumbling to myself, “He’s a dick.” I walk back to the bathroom, combing through my hair. “He has a big dick, but he’s also a giant fucking dick,” I tell the mirror, “and I hate him.” I look down at my vagina. “And you need to stop being a traitor when he’s around. We hate him, and that includes his dick, fingers, and his mouth. You’ve been sleeping for nearly eight years, and now you want to wake up. Wrong time, wrong place, definitely wrong fucking person.”

I slide on my white sneakers, grabbing my black bag as I head out the door. “Asshole.” I’m still mumbling as I get in my car and head toward town, parking at the same time my brother gets there.

He gets out of his truck with the baseball hat on his head backward as he waits for me to get out of my car. “Morning,” he greets me as I slam my door.

“Whatever,” I say to him. “I’m going for a coffee and some donuts,” I inform him as I start to walk away.

“Are you going to get me anything?” he asks, and I look over my shoulder at him standing there with his hands on his hips.

“No, because a gentleman would have offered to go and get me coffee.”

His eyebrows pinch together. “Are you okay? Is it that time of the month?”

“Ugh.” I turn and walk away from him, raising my hand in the air and flipping him the bird.

“I’m going to go with a yes on that one.” He laughs. “Get me a donut.”

I walk over to the bakery, this time on my way there, a couple of people smile my way and I have to wonder if I’m in another dimension. Especially when one of the women smiles at me and says, “Good morning, Autumn.” I stop in my tracks. If she hadn’t said my name, I’d think she was talking to someone else.

“Morning,” I reply to her as I look around to see if I’m actually awake or it’s a dream, but she’s already halfway down the block before my feet move toward the bakery. I walk out with a cup of coffee in each hand and a bag filled with four donuts, going around the building to the back where the door will probably be unlocked.

I make my way to the office where Brady sits down behind the desk, going over the bills from last night. “We had a great night.” He looks up, and I nod at him.

“It was,” I tell him, putting the coffee down in front of him. “You’re welcome.”

“Um, thank you,” he says. “Just checked, and Bryan emailed that they will be here by one thirty to grab the cases.”

I take a sip of the coffee. “That check should help.” I sit down in the chair. “Finally, some good news.”

“How was last night?” he asks me, grabbing the bag of donuts and snagging one. “What time did you end up closing?”

I do not end up telling him about the reporter. “I closed up at around eleven.” His eyes go big. “We had a group of six, who were from out of town, and started talking to each other about where they were from, then they started buying each other drinks.” I shrug. “Left a good tip also.”


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