Blooming for Love – Love is in the Air Read Online ChaShiree M, M.K. Moore

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Erotic, Insta-Love, Sports Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
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Ever.

CHAPTER 7

THE MORNING AFTER

I rolled over an hour ago, half expecting to see him smiling at me in his cocky way and the other half expecting exactly what I got. An empty bed. There was a note on the pillow which I have yet to read. Right now, I need to pee like you wouldn’t believe. Groaning at all of the sore muscles, I slink out of bed and walk like a zombie to the bathroom, still able to feel his come between legs on my thighs with each step I take. It makes me so hot and damn it, pissed.

My mind keeps replaying the way he called me his pet name, Petal, voice full of dominance and lust. It's the thing that compelled me to sleep with him, leaving my mind vacant of all rational thought, hence how I ended up pregnant.

A year ago, I stumbled upon a book titled The Dominant by Tara Sue Me. I found it at half price books and shrugged my shoulders, and grabbed it. I had never read anything like it and wasn’t entirely sure that I would like it, but I found it intriguing and being completely honest, it turned me on more than I expected.

Once I finished the book hot and bothered and confused, not understanding why I loved it so much, I googled Dominance and Submission. Of course I knew what it was, but I was never interested in it enough to look further. But holy hell, when I really looked into it, I found myself described in her female character over and over again. I was dumbfounded. I never saw myself as a submissive type of woman and I don’t think I am in regular aspects of my life. But, with Nick, I discovered when it comes to sex and having someone that genuinely wants to take care of you, I am.

Now, here I am on the toilet, surprisingly not nauseous, thinking about him when I should be calling it a lapse in judgment and shaking this from my mind. Resolved to do that, I finish in the bathroom, jump in the shower to wash away the evidence of my relapse and get out. Walking into the bedroom, the note he left me is leering at me, teasing me, taunting me. “Enough of this.” I say to myself stomping over to the side table. Shoulders back and head up, I pick it up from the table and open it.

Petal,

Last night was amazing and exactly as it should be all the time. I know you are trying to protect yourself from me and the drama and I get it. Hell, it is killing me that I can’t protect you from it, but I swear to you it is not true and won’t let you use it as an excuse to hide from me. You are my destiny. I knew the first moment I looked at you in Cupid’s Cove and it was confirmed when you gave me your cherry and melted in my arms. I love you, baby and you know that, don’t deep down? But I also know, I have to fix all of this. In the meantime, meet me for lunch today at Nancy’s on Clark. I will be there at noon.

Nick.

“Damn him.” I grumble, grabbing my tea. The letter was so beautiful, but also bribed me with pizza. My weakness.

My mind has been so hijacked that it doesn’t dawn on me until I am pouring the tea that I haven’t been nauseous once this morning or last night for that matter. “Really? Is he the cure for this madness? Seriously?!? You’re not even born yet, and you are already under his spell.” I say to my nonexistent bump, but rubbing it, nonetheless. Traitor. Yet, I am smiling.

Why is everything so complicated?

CHAPTER 8

I arrive at Nancy’s at 11:50 and grab us a table. I check my texts from Jaxson and Bolton. Both of them are giving me the exact same status updates. This mess isn’t progressing fast enough for my liking. I hear the bells over the door chime, and I instantly know she’s here. I can smell her perfume from twenty feet away. I look up and our eyes meet. She smiles at me, and my cock goes hard. From just a fucking megawatt smile. She hurries over and sits down across of me. She hangs her massive designer purse off the back of the chair and then flips her coat off. Holy Shit.

“What are you wearing?” I say through clenched teeth.

“Clothes?”

“Barely. You can see through your shirt. I can see your perky fucking nipples.”

“You can? She asks, looking down at her chest. “Shit. I… had an accident at work. I had to change into my assistant’s shirt.”

“You’re wearing another man’s shirt?”

“It was either this or nothing. I was covered in grossness.”



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