This Is Love Read online Natasha Madison (This is #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: This Is Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
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“This is incredible,” I tell her, smiling. “But why not own it?”

“Because it’s just easier.” She shrugs. “Plus, it’s almost like a diary. And you don’t want people to actually read your diary.” She sits in the chair. “I’m sorry I never told you.”

“It was interesting to find out all that you did after we …” I tell her. “We parted ways.”

“Also, I would like to add that you can’t use anything that I say in my articles.” She points at me. “Nothing.”

“So …” I look at her. “Size doesn’t matter?”

She slaps her desk and laughs. “No, that is all true.”

“Did you really play with yourself for over ten hours?”

She nods her head. “I thought my vagina was broken. I even went to my doctor.”

I put my hand in front of my mouth, and before I say anything, my phone rings. I turn and follow my ringing to the bedroom, picking it up and seeing it’s my father. “Hey, Dad,” I say, smiling, and then look up at the doorway and see her there smiling at me. I make a decision I know she is going to kill me for, but I don’t care. “I’m going to FaceTime you because I want you to meet someone,” I say, pressing the button and then looking at the shocked face she gives me. He comes on the screen, and I see my mother is there with him. “Hey, guys,” I say and then look at her and put my hand out. “I’d like you to meet someone.”

“Oh my God, it’s a woman,” my mother says, and then she claps her hands. “I knew it.”

“Vivienne.” I say her name, and she comes over to me, taking my hand in hers and sitting next to me. I put my arm around her and bring her close to me, kissing her forehead, and see the both of us in the square in the corner. My mother puts her hand to her mouth.

“Oh my gosh, she’s so beautiful. Look.” She grabs my father.

“I can see, woman. I’m holding the phone,” he tells her, and it’s just the thing that Vivienne needs because she throws her head back, and just like that, I check one more thing off my list to make her mine forever.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Vivienne

“So you are really leaving for Christmas?” Karrie says from the couch in front of me. It’s another Saturday night, and I’m at the game. I’ve come to every single game, but I leave as soon as the game is over and go to Mark’s place where we have dinner together and then get lost in each other. There are times we go out after the game, but it’s easier for us to just meet at his house.

“I have to,” I hiss at her and look around. “Do you think I should take something?”

“What do you mean?” She looks over at me.

“Should I take something to not be myself?” I ask her, looking down and then looking up at her again. “I mean, I’m me, and he’s, well, he’s him.”

“Vivienne,” Karrie says, coming close to me. “He loves you for you. All the crazy that comes with you. The walking around naked even if I’m there.”

“It was one time.” I roll my eyes at her. “And it’s not like you don’t suck dick.” Then I look at Matthew, who is leaning on the bar watching the game. “You probably sucked his dick before you got here.”

She doesn’t say anything; she just drinks her wine. “Don’t start. It’s tradition.”

“Nice.” I nod at her, and then Zara comes over, and her little belly is starting to get bigger.

“I think I ate the whole cake,” she says, sitting down in the single couch. “I might have even licked the plate.” Both Karrie and I laugh out loud.

I look around, asking, “Where is Zoe?”

“She’s not feeling well,” Zara says, and I have a feeling she’s lying about it. “I can’t wait to be off for five days.”

“Me either,” Karrie says.

“When are you leaving?” Zara asks, looking at me, and I stutter, wondering what she is talking about.

“She’s so excited to go to Paris,” Karrie says, and I just nod.

“I leave tomorrow night, and I’ll be back on Thursday,” I say, drinking the rest of the wine. We are leaving tomorrow but at six a.m. and taking a private plane there. It’s a one-hour flight. “The presents will be delivered on Monday.”

I leave the game with hugs and kisses to everyone, and I’m just a touch sad that I’m not going to be with them on Christmas. Matthew kisses me on the head. “Going to miss waking up on Christmas morning and not having you sitting there in the corner wearing sunglasses.”

I laugh at him and hug him. “One time,” I tell him, and now he laughs. “Okay, fine, every time, but it’s not my fault. Your wife is a bad influence on me.”



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