Cousins In Love: An Alpha Bad Boy Romance (Book 3) Read Online Free Page B

This guy is trash, and there isn't much hope for him, unless he has some sort of come to Jesus moment in the near future. Otherwise this is your chance to get out before it gets a lot worse. You feel me?"
    "Yes, sir," was her only response.  
    I just hope I got through to her. I wasn't lying. This thing between them would get a lot worse if she let it go on. I'd seen it a dozen times in the old neighborhood. In fact, I'd had first hand experience. My mother didn't like to be without a man and more than not, they were bums who talked to her like a piece of shit. It turned my stomach, but I was too young to really do anything about it at the time. I'd seen fourteen-year-old girls from the block who held their own better than my mother.
    Nowadays I normally turn a blind eye to this type of shit. I'm not some vigilante out here fighting for the rights of young girls, before they destroy the little bit of self-esteem they may have left. But today I'm restless.
    I haven't seen or really spoken to Elizabeth in forty-eight hours, because she's been in School Bucks mode. It sounds a little crazy. What's two days right? I never even used to go back to any woman for seconds, but now that I'm with her, I don't know how to act. I'm greedy. I want seconds, thirds and fourths. I want her all the fucking time.  
    Finally a text.
    Elizabeth: Whatcha doing?
    Me: Wiping blood off of my hands.
    Elizabeth: Ha. Ha.
    She thinks I'm kidding. This girl's too good for me.
    Me: Finished working?
    Elizabeth: Yep, I'm all yours.
    Me: Will be there in 30.
    Elizabeth: ♥♥♥
    Thirty minutes. Who am I kidding?  
    I make it to her house in under twenty.  
    Brick fucking hard.

CHAPTER FOUR
    ROMAN

    I smell a set up.
    As soon as Elizabeth opens the door for me, the pungent and delectable aromas of Old Bay Seasoning, fresh garlic, butter, and seafood hit me in the gut. I'm hungry. Plus, I've been out to enough overpriced meals to know that I'm about to sit down to at least fifty bucks worth of ingredients. Now the interesting part of this scenario is that Elizabeth can't cook for shit.
    That means something's up.  
    And it ain't just lunch.
    "Still not using your key I see." Elizabeth says in a tone of voice I can't quite put a finger on. "Come in and sit down. Are you hungry?"
    I'm here a lot. I helped Elizabeth pick out a flat screen TV for the living room. I keep a toothbrush and several changes of clothes here. I work a lot from the second office in here as well. But even considering all of that, Elizabeth knows that I never use my key to her place, because giving her room to decide on whether or not she wants to let me in her house or not is about the only space that I admittedly manage to give her in this relationship of ours. So I don't want to infringe on that. No woman is ever going to have the distinct pleasure of ever being able to call me smothering. No matter how badly I want to be up under her sweet ass everyday.  
    I'm pretty sure I know what's going on and I don't like it. The meeting between Joseph and I that she basically blackmailed me into attending didn't go well and now she feels badly. But it's been two damn days since I've been inside her or even laid eyes on her and she's cooking to make it up to me? She should have answered the door butt ass naked. That would have been the starting point for a proper apology.
    "Is that a problem?"
    "What?"
    "Me not using my key."
    "Just making an observation."
    "Just trying to respect your space like we agreed. It's your place, not ours."
    Elizabeth notices the cuts on my hand and lifts it up.
    "I thought you were kidding. Were you really bleeding today?"
    "He deserved it," I say matter of factly.
    "He?"
    Elizabeth grabs a first-aid kid from one of the kitchen drawers and begins to quietly work on my right hand. It's nothing serious, just a few cuts from the douchebag's jacked up front teeth. Obviously his mother didn't give two shits about him when he was a kid, because he's definitely never