Torrid (Judgement #2) Read Online Abbi Glines

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, Mafia, MC Tags Authors: Series: Judgement Series by Abbi Glines
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Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
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I’d had to get the hell out of that house before I climbed on top of her and she woke up with my dick buried inside her. I wasn’t sure I could go back. At least not today.

“Why are you concerned about what Madeline thinks? She didn’t care that you didn’t approve of her choice in a husband. She’s your daughter, but, man, Liberty is carrying your other kid.”

I shook my head. “I’m too old for this. A relationship with a woman that young. She might be thirty-one, but she’s got herself as pulled together as much as a sorority girl does. Hell, at least sorority girls are in college, getting a degree. She didn’t even do that. I need someone mature.”

Tex chuckled. “When did you start thinking like some old grandpa? You’ve got a smoking hot piece of young ass. Sure, she might be a mess, and, hell, maybe she’s a little crazy even, but who the fuck cares? She’s got your baby up in her; she’s sleeping in your bed, spreading those sweet thighs for you. Dude, snap out of it,” he said, then stood up.

Dammit! I didn’t need a reminder about her fucking spread thighs.

My phone started ringing, and I looked down to see Selena’s name lighting up the screen. Just what I needed right now. To deal with this. I’d been dodging her the best I could, but she didn’t seem to give up easily.

“Probably want to cut that shit loose,” Tex said. “Good luck with that.” he added with a nod, then turned to leave the office.

I waited until the door closed, then hit Answer and leaned back in my chair, dreading this.

“Selena,” I said in greeting.

“Liam,” she replied, sounding happy to hear my voice. “I thought I’d give you a call since I hadn’t heard back from you after my last text message. I’ve been worried about you. I hope everything is okay.”

I tilted my head back and stared at the ceiling. This was going to be annoyingly dramatic. I had thought our casual dating was going well. No attachment on her part. I’d figured out that I was wrong. Women got attached even when they claimed they weren’t. Another reason I couldn’t keep fucking Liberty. She would get attached.

“I’ve had some personal stuff going on, Selena. Right now, dating just isn’t something I can fit into my life. I’m sorry I’ve not gotten back to you. Things have been busy, and I’ve had a lot of distractions. I’m not in a headspace to date,” I said, ripping off the Band-Aid and getting it out there.

“Oh,” she replied, disappointment in her tone. “I-I hope I wasn’t being pushy. I just—I mean, I was having a good time. I thought you were too. We don’t have to date, but we could just see each other as friends when you have time. I could bring dinner over to your place if you’re too tired to come over here. I’d love to see your house. Meet Oscar.”

Her hopefulness made me feel like shit. Even if she’d just called my dog by the wrong name.

“That’s not a good idea,” I told her, leaving out that her sister was living in my house. She probably didn’t need to hear that from me.

“Everyone needs a helping hand from a friend. You’re obviously going through a tough time, Liam. I want to help you. I’m not trying to make this into anything more.”

How many times was I going to have to tell this woman no? Probably until I admit the truth—or at least part of it. No woman would want to be friends and hang out when I had a baby momma living under my roof.

“I didn’t want to have to tell you this. I’m not proud of it, but I’m taking responsibility for my actions,” I said, prepping myself for whatever reaction I was about to get. “I had a one-night stand with a bartender I met one night before you and I went on our first date. She got pregnant. I’m dealing with that and making sure she’s taken care of.” I stopped, hoping this would end it, that she’d be appalled and hang up on me.

“Are you sure it’s yours? If she had a one-night stand with you, then—”

“It’s mine. I had a paternity test done,” I interrupted before she could continue on about it anymore.

“Oh. I see. Well …” She paused, and I waited for her to say goodbye or have a nice life or maybe fuck you before hanging up.

Then, I heard the sniffling, and I dropped my head into my hand. Fucking hell, she was going to cry. A sob came over the line. Was she seriously crying over this?

“I’m sorry. I just—it’s the anniversary of my mom’s death. I’m struggling. Not having family to talk to. I just needed someone, and you were the only one I could think of that I wanted to talk to. I know you’ve got all this on you, and I don’t want to dump my stuff on you too.”


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