Love Over Envy: BWWM Pregnancy Romance Novel Read Online Free
Author: Jamila Jasper
she never agreed to go the distance with Erwin no matter how desperate he was to marry her.
Erwin was one of those guys who thought he deserved everything because he was “nice”. But that’s all Erwin was. He was just a “nice” guy with no interests. All he wanted was some woman to become completely consumed with. Greta had no intention of ever becoming “consumed” by the little shrimp. But during times like this when she felt rejected by better prospects, Greta returned to her old watering hole.
While Genevieve kept herself steady against the bar she saw Greta flirting with Erwin in a corner. She had no idea who Erwin was. She just assumed that Greta was off flirting with some man who was twice her age. She was just glad she hadn't lost sight of Greta in the crowded club. Genevieve felt like the liquor was taking hold of her. She ordered a glass of Hennessy. She was already out, getting a little tipsy would at least make the club more bearable. Between the time she had ordered and received her drink, Genevieve had already turned down three other guys.
She felt clumsier on her feet than she had with Sam. She chugged back the Hennessy and suddenly felt like she was going to throw up. I should not have done that… Genevieve mused. But perhaps she would be alright despite having had too much to drink. All she needed to do was keep her eye on Greta. That was her ride home and as long as Greta was in her line of sight, everything would be okay no matter how much she had to drink.
Genevieve whipped her head to the spot where Greta had just been standing. She felt her tummy turn even more. Greta was nowhere to be seen. Genevieve scanned the salsa club over and over again. There was no sign of Greta or Erwin.
Where on earth were they…?
Chapter 3
Genevieve was starting to panic. There was no sign of her friend anywhere; she was starting to feel suddenly claustrophobic. She knew she should have never agreed to go out with Greta like this. This totally wasn’t her scene and now Greta had obviously gone home with some guy and abandoned Genevieve here. Why didn't I expect this. Genevieve thought to herself. She didn’t even know exactly where she was, or how much a cab home would cost. Genevieve’s heart was racing and the room was closing in around her. The bright lights suddenly felt like flashing sirens. The melodic music became the steady thump of an ominous drum.
Greta and Erwin were no longer in the bar; that’s why Genevieve couldn’t spot them. Of course, Greta had totally forgotten she had arrived with someone else. With her new boy toy in tow, she was completely distracted. Greta wasn’t exactly the most caring person to go out with. While she provided the fun, you had better hope you another ride home. She was well known for ditching her friends in bars, clubs and various other locations around the city. Of course, Genevieve didn’t know this so she was panicked and searching around for a woman she would never find.
Things were only about to get much worse. Genevieve whipped around to look for Greta in another part of the room when someone grabbed her wrist. Genevieve felt the sweaty hand touch her skin and then it gripped her like a vice. Genevieve could sense the ill intent of the hand's owner. She felt the hair on her skin stand up. All rational thought escaped her and all Genevieve could think of was getting this person to let go. She whipped around and looked the man who had grabbed her in the eye. Genevieve was frightened, but she tried to stand her ground. Instinctively, she tried to pull her hand away with only caused him to hold on tighter. He was a man on a mission and he had picked her as a victim specifically. He had the look of a hunter who had just caught his prey. Genevieve’s tummy turned.
The man was tall, not particularly ugly nor handsome. His accent plus the flag pinned on his lapel told Genevieve that he was Colombian. He had
Erwin was one of those guys who thought he deserved everything because he was “nice”. But that’s all Erwin was. He was just a “nice” guy with no interests. All he wanted was some woman to become completely consumed with. Greta had no intention of ever becoming “consumed” by the little shrimp. But during times like this when she felt rejected by better prospects, Greta returned to her old watering hole.
While Genevieve kept herself steady against the bar she saw Greta flirting with Erwin in a corner. She had no idea who Erwin was. She just assumed that Greta was off flirting with some man who was twice her age. She was just glad she hadn't lost sight of Greta in the crowded club. Genevieve felt like the liquor was taking hold of her. She ordered a glass of Hennessy. She was already out, getting a little tipsy would at least make the club more bearable. Between the time she had ordered and received her drink, Genevieve had already turned down three other guys.
She felt clumsier on her feet than she had with Sam. She chugged back the Hennessy and suddenly felt like she was going to throw up. I should not have done that… Genevieve mused. But perhaps she would be alright despite having had too much to drink. All she needed to do was keep her eye on Greta. That was her ride home and as long as Greta was in her line of sight, everything would be okay no matter how much she had to drink.
Genevieve whipped her head to the spot where Greta had just been standing. She felt her tummy turn even more. Greta was nowhere to be seen. Genevieve scanned the salsa club over and over again. There was no sign of Greta or Erwin.
Where on earth were they…?
Chapter 3
Genevieve was starting to panic. There was no sign of her friend anywhere; she was starting to feel suddenly claustrophobic. She knew she should have never agreed to go out with Greta like this. This totally wasn’t her scene and now Greta had obviously gone home with some guy and abandoned Genevieve here. Why didn't I expect this. Genevieve thought to herself. She didn’t even know exactly where she was, or how much a cab home would cost. Genevieve’s heart was racing and the room was closing in around her. The bright lights suddenly felt like flashing sirens. The melodic music became the steady thump of an ominous drum.
Greta and Erwin were no longer in the bar; that’s why Genevieve couldn’t spot them. Of course, Greta had totally forgotten she had arrived with someone else. With her new boy toy in tow, she was completely distracted. Greta wasn’t exactly the most caring person to go out with. While she provided the fun, you had better hope you another ride home. She was well known for ditching her friends in bars, clubs and various other locations around the city. Of course, Genevieve didn’t know this so she was panicked and searching around for a woman she would never find.
Things were only about to get much worse. Genevieve whipped around to look for Greta in another part of the room when someone grabbed her wrist. Genevieve felt the sweaty hand touch her skin and then it gripped her like a vice. Genevieve could sense the ill intent of the hand's owner. She felt the hair on her skin stand up. All rational thought escaped her and all Genevieve could think of was getting this person to let go. She whipped around and looked the man who had grabbed her in the eye. Genevieve was frightened, but she tried to stand her ground. Instinctively, she tried to pull her hand away with only caused him to hold on tighter. He was a man on a mission and he had picked her as a victim specifically. He had the look of a hunter who had just caught his prey. Genevieve’s tummy turned.
The man was tall, not particularly ugly nor handsome. His accent plus the flag pinned on his lapel told Genevieve that he was Colombian. He had
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