Rush Read Online Samantha Towle (Gods #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, New Adult, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Gods Series by Samantha Towle
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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77718 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
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Shit.

My heart is racing. Mouth dry. My face is burning. My eyes stinging.

I can’t speak because, if I do, I’ll burst into tears.

The door opens, and a barrage of voices comes into the room as it starts to fill with players.

I turn away, moving back to the laptop.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

I hit select on the video my dad wanted, and then, using my hair as a curtain to shield my face, I quietly slip out the door.

I walk quickly to the restroom. Into a stall.

And burst into tears.

I leave my yoga class, waving good-bye to the instructor, Martin, and step outside into the warm air. The sidewalk is bustling with people. The day has such a positive vibe about it. I’m calm and relaxed after my class, and I don’t want to lose this feeling.

There’s a farmers market a block over. I think I’ll take a walk over there before heading home and buy some cheese and fresh bread. Then, I can spend the rest of the day gorging myself silly on it.

Sounds perfect.

Well, okay, not perfect. It sounds lonely. But it’s not like I have many other options.

I hitch my bag up my shoulder and start walking.

As I approach the market, the aromas of fresh food invade my senses, and my stomach rumbles.

When I used to drink, my appetite wasn’t very big. The alcohol suppressed my desire for food. Now that I’m sober, I’ve been discovering a big love for food. It took a while to get to this point. When I first detoxed, the thought of eating made me want to throw up. But, now that I’m over the worst of it, I’m able to enjoy food.

The market is bustling. People browsing and making purchases.

There are couples, moms and dads with kids, and solo people like me all milling around.

In a way, being here, surrounded by these strangers all going about their day, makes me feel less lonely.

I inhale through my nose, my eyes briefly closing as I absorb the smells and sounds around me, and—ouch!

My shoulder just connected with a wall.

My eyes flash open, and it’s not a wall. It’s a body. A very hard male body.

I step back, a, Sorry, on the tip of my tongue, but the word dies in my mouth as my eyes connect with flaming blue eyes glowering down at me.

Ares.

Jesus Christ.

Seriously, you couldn’t write this shit.

The one person guaranteed to kill my mood, and I somehow manage to bump into him in this city of eight and a half million people.

Just my luck. Maybe this is Karma’s way of finally getting me back.

And I would be wearing my yoga pants and oversize off-the-shoulder Namast’ay In Bed & Watch Netflix sweatshirt over my sports bra. No makeup and my hair tied back into a ponytail.

Why is it that you’re always looking your worst when you bump into the one person you really don’t want to see?

He’s wearing a NY Giants ball cap, khaki cargo shorts, and a white linen shirt. The top few buttons are undone, the sleeves rolled up, dark hairs and veins covering his forearms.

God, he’s attractive. I hate that he’s so gorgeous to look at.

An asshole like him doesn’t deserve to be this handsome.

It makes me want to dislike him even more.

Mr. Perfect.

I haven’t spoken to him since our little chat in the viewing room.

And, apparently, we’re not speaking now.

He’s currently scowling at me like I’m the spawn of the devil. And I’m staring back with a mixture of hurt and anger in my chest.

“What are you doing here?” he asks in that hard tone he always uses when he’s forced to speak to me.

What?

“Um, the same thing you’re doing here…shopping.”

His eyes go down to my empty hands. “You haven’t bought anything.” His tone is accusing, and my back is instantly up.

“Because I literally just got here!” I’m exasperated. God, this guy is a dick.

He stares down at me, those intense eyes narrowing. “Are you following me, Jailbird?”

“What?” I sputter, my eyes going wide. “Why in the hell would I be following you?” Honestly, I’ve been doing my best to avoid him. “God, you’re a jerk,” I hiss. “For your information, I just finished my yoga class, which is the next block over, if you’d like to check, and I came here straight from there to pick up some cheese.” Why am I telling him this? I don’t have to explain myself to this goober.

He smirks. “Oh, yeah. I forgot that you liked to do yoga.” The tone in his voice hints at amusement and actually stuns me into silence.

I part my lips to speak, but nothing comes out. I’m like a goldfish, just opening and closing my mouth, no sound coming.

“Hey,” I hear a sweet female voice say.

It yanks my eyes from his to her, and standing beside him is a tall, beautiful woman. Long, dark hair. Sunglasses covering her eyes. Looks to be about my age.



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