An Unexpected Love (Complicated Love Series #2) Read Online Free

that Karl went for me. “Listen, Annabelle is pretty drunk and she needs to get upstairs to bed. Can you help me?”
    He looks pissed, but I don’t understand why. When we get back inside the marquee, Annabelle is fast asleep on the chair. Her hair is all over her face and her mouth is wide open while she drools on her arm where she has her head rested. Very classy.
    “Don’t worry, I’ve got her.” He scoops her up and she doesn’t even wake up from being moved. “See you in the morning, Tracy.” He walks out of the marquee and leaves me on my own. Looking around, I notice that there are a few people at the bar watching the bartender do some fancy tricks with a cocktail mixer. They’re all laughing at his antics, and he seems rather pleased with himself. Hearing that annoying giggling again, I know it’s that woman cackling. I turn around and see her with her arms draped around Karl dancing on the dance floor. They sway together in perfect sync and they look impeccable together. She giggles again as Karl kisses and nuzzle into her neck.
    I feel sick watching this display of affection.
    I’m angry that Karl doesn’t even have enough respect to not pick someone else up the same night he slept with me. It’s kind of disgusting how men can do that. Watching as he glides his hand down to her bottom, he gives it a squeeze. The women giggles again, and it’s beginning to get rather irritating. I’m jealous. If I stand here any longer, steam is going to start erupting from my ears. As I go to turn around, Karl glances at me and catches my eyes. His blue eyes are so mesmerizing and he looks a bit shocked that I’m standing here watching him. He drops his gaze and starts nuzzling the woman’s neck again. I’m not watching for another second, so I make my way out of the marquee and back inside the house. All I want to do is get some sleep. I’m glad I’m feeling sober now, I’m only going to get a few hours’ sleep before I have to head to the airport tonight for my flight back to Los Angeles.
    Upon reaching my room, I take a long, hot relaxing shower and lather my body with soap and massage the night’s events away. Dressing in my favorite white silk nightie, I slide under the covers of the double bed occupying the guest room. I’m so exhausted by the thoughts circling my mind and they’re all thoughts of him . After twenty minutes passes and I’m still not asleep, I huff and roll over. Closing my eyes, I try to forget about Karl and the fantastic sex we had.
    It didn’t mean anything…did it?

 
    This woman is beginning to annoy me. What was her name again? I think it's Rachel or Riley or something starting with ‘ R.’ Let’s face it, I didn’t really care when she came flouncing up to me at the bar. I’m trying to forget a certain blonde haired beautiful treasure that’s permanently stuck in my head and she’s all I can think about. What the hell is wrong with me? We’re standing at the bar and she has her hands trailing all over my chest and her fake fingernails rake over my skin. I tossed my jacket and tie on a chair earlier because I’m hating, wearing this Tuxedo. I didn’t want to wear one today, but it’s what a Best Man does for his best friend. The woman is talking animatedly to the bartender while stroking my chest, I’m zoning in and out of the conversation. Her voice is nasally, and she has the most annoying laugh I’ve ever heard in my life. What the hell possessed me to talk to her in the first place? As I’m standing here, I can’t help but notice her gigantic snout. My God she could give Pinocchio a run for his money. Her head looks surprisingly too big for her body too. I have to stop myself from laughing as she looks a bit like a caricature. I’m trying to come up with a plan to ditch her before she starts expecting things to happen, but I’m pretty sure she already thinks that.
    “Karl, baby…are you listening to me?”
    Shaking my head, I notice that the bartender