Something So Irresistible Read Online Natasha Madison (Something So #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Something So Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
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Until my sister showed up with a black eye.

“What the fuck happened to you?” I asked, my blood boiling, my hands clenching into fists as my body became a stone in front of her.

“He came to my room tonight,” she started talking; she also didn’t need to tell me who he was, as I held up my hand, bile rising up my throat.

“Did he touch you?” I prayed that she said no, prayed to anyone that would have listened to me.

“I fought him,” she whispered as the sob she kept back ripped from her and her knees finally gave out. I ran to her just before she hit the floor.

I laid her down on my couch and I spent another night in jail that time, but it was worth the look of shock when I showed up at my mother’s house and knocked the shit out of my stepfather. While I sat on his dirty, high body as my fists plumaged into his face.

One week later, I was summoned to New York. So I made peace with the fact that my career was over. I told my agent to go through my contract, making sure I wouldn’t end up broke also.

When I walked into the office and Doug was the only one there, I didn’t know what to think.

“Sit down.” He pointed to the couch and not to the chair in front of him. “Give me one reason to keep you?” it should have been a simple question, but it wasn’t. It was a loaded question.

“When my head isn’t up my ass, I’m actually a good hockey player.” I looked at him square in the eye, man to man.

“No, that is where you’re wrong,” he said and the confidence I had left my body like a swoosh, “you’re a fucking great hockey player. But then off the ice, you’re a loose cannon.”

“I know what you’re thinking,” I started, “but this time it really wasn’t my fault.” He looked over, waiting so I did what I didn’t want, I spilled my guts, “My stepfather tried to rape my sister. I couldn’t let him get away with it.” I shook my head as the thoughts came rushing to my head, and then everything else came out.

The little Canadian boy who had nothing but a teacher and an old hockey coach looking out for him.

Then when I thought that he would give me my walking papers, he did the opposite. He made sure that Denise was taken care of and since she graduated a year ahead of schedule, she got accepted at the top medical college. He vowed that no one would know and he kept his word.

She lived with me while she finished high school and then I paid her way to med school. Now she is the best pediatric doctor out there. The only thing is she never leaves her heart at home, so when she loses a patient, her heart goes with them.

Turning off the water, I snap back into the present. One year, I tell myself. One year to play my ass off and secure another contract. It’s a piece of cake. Or is it?

I make myself breakfast while I sit at the island and go through the emails from the team. There is a new PR person who is taking Mindy’s place. I scan the email to see if I need to know this and delete it, not caring who the fuck is taking her place. Maybe this will be good. Mindy fucking hated me. She barely used me and all my photo shoots were on my own.

I read the sports section in the paper and then get myself ready. I make plans with my trainer to meet him after the photo shoot. Getting my black suit out, I shrug my shoulders into it as I put on my black Patek Philippe. I walk out to my SUV downstairs. Getting into my black BMW, I make my way to the arena. The streets aren’t too crowed today and I make it there in record time. Getting out, I see that I missed a call from Denise, but she sent me a text.

You think you can get a couple of your hockey players to come visit the hospital? I keep trying to get in touch with the girl Mindy and she never gets back to me.

I’m texting her back, not looking where I’m going, when I crash into someone. The person’s pink phone lands right in front of my feet. I don’t have time to bend down and grab it for her. Looking up, I see I’ve come face to face with an angel. A cliché, I know, but her face is stunning. She’s a fucking beauty. I take in her long neck because her hair is piled on top of her head. I know with one pull her hair would fall down over her shoulders. Her eyes are covered with her black glasses. I take in her outfit and know within a second she is all class. Which means this one is untouchable, or better yet, not in my league.



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