Psycho Ex Boyfriend (Standalone New Adult Romance) (The Alpha Brotherhood Book 2) Read Online Free
Book: Psycho Ex Boyfriend (Standalone New Adult Romance) (The Alpha Brotherhood Book 2) Read Online Free
Author: Ember Chase
back at him and I feel my hips taking on life of their own, my body desperate to prove to everyone in the room, but especially to her, that this man is mine. He might slip through my fingers now and again, but I’ll always be the one digging my claws into his back when he inevitably returns.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers into my ear, letting out a familiar groan when I spin around to press my rear to his groin.
Our hands roam each other’s bodies inappropriately as if we’re carefree college kids instead of the refined, accomplished professionals that we actually are. At first it feels like we’re proving a point to the potential rivals beside us, but then it turns into something else, something just between us as the other people in the room cease to matter. My lips brushing his as they smile, his fingers threading into mine tightly whenever I drift more than a few inches away, that ever-present fire between us burning hotter and hotter. Our forbidden dance doesn’t last long, but it definitely gets us noticed.
The DJ announces the impending countdown and the music stops as a bubbly newscaster appears on the screen. Many of the dancers around us rush to get a glass of champagne, but all I can think about is the kiss and how glad I am that Adam showed up at my door. I always am, no matter what condition he’s in.
“ 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…”
“Happy New Year!”
There are shouts of joy and clinking glasses as the party goers sing Auld Lang Syne and glittery confetti falls from the ceiling. But the only celebration I need is the heat of Adam’s mouth meeting mine, the strength of his arms enveloping me, the scent of his freshly washed skin.
He says those three little words that I want to hear and I say it back, but I know that we both won’t let ourselves truly believe it, let alone live it.
Reality gets hazy after that. I’m vaguely aware of the elevator ride up to my apartment and the water that Adam insists that I drink. I fall asleep too fast, eager to escape the spinning room and unable to enjoy the sensation of his arms around me.
I wake up a few hours later, alone in the middle of the night. Typical.
Chapter 3
Sabrina
Age 28
My alarm goes off in the morning, surprising me and intensifying my headache. It’s noon. I clearly fell back asleep. For a moment, I let myself get my hopes up while creeping out of my bedroom, expecting him to be on my couch. He isn’t. When will I ever learn?
Then I remember why Adam showed up in the first place. I rush over to my garbage can and find that it’s empty. Maybe he wanted to stay until morning, but couldn’t. His watch is still here, I wonder if he forgot it.
I do not have time for this schoolgirl crush nonsense. I’m not texting or calling or waiting by the door. He’ll either come back or he won’t. My alarm beeps again and I realize that I won’t even be here if he does. I have a meeting. Shit.
My hair is… not about to cooperate this morning. The side I slept on is redefining the word frizzy and the whole mess too tangled to even attempt to run a comb through it and do a cute poof. That wouldn’t normally be appropriate for a business lunch but I could get away with it because I’m meeting a fellow workaholic on New Year’s Day.
Low side bun it is, I guess. Did I tell Adam about this meeting? I think I did. That would explain why he left. Oh my God, stop it! I’m going to think about him all damn day, I just know it.
The bistro is crowded with a bunch of unkempt hungover people that make me look quite put together in comparison. Maybe too put together, uptight even. I almost wore a power suit out of habit like I was rushing to work. I scan the tables for Demi and find her puffy eyed and disheveled, wearing an oversized black sweatshirt and art pop comic book print leggings. Artsy, I wanted to look artsy! I hang up my jacket on the coat rack by the door to reveal the button up shirt underneath that at least
“That’s my girl,” he whispers into my ear, letting out a familiar groan when I spin around to press my rear to his groin.
Our hands roam each other’s bodies inappropriately as if we’re carefree college kids instead of the refined, accomplished professionals that we actually are. At first it feels like we’re proving a point to the potential rivals beside us, but then it turns into something else, something just between us as the other people in the room cease to matter. My lips brushing his as they smile, his fingers threading into mine tightly whenever I drift more than a few inches away, that ever-present fire between us burning hotter and hotter. Our forbidden dance doesn’t last long, but it definitely gets us noticed.
The DJ announces the impending countdown and the music stops as a bubbly newscaster appears on the screen. Many of the dancers around us rush to get a glass of champagne, but all I can think about is the kiss and how glad I am that Adam showed up at my door. I always am, no matter what condition he’s in.
“ 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…”
“Happy New Year!”
There are shouts of joy and clinking glasses as the party goers sing Auld Lang Syne and glittery confetti falls from the ceiling. But the only celebration I need is the heat of Adam’s mouth meeting mine, the strength of his arms enveloping me, the scent of his freshly washed skin.
He says those three little words that I want to hear and I say it back, but I know that we both won’t let ourselves truly believe it, let alone live it.
Reality gets hazy after that. I’m vaguely aware of the elevator ride up to my apartment and the water that Adam insists that I drink. I fall asleep too fast, eager to escape the spinning room and unable to enjoy the sensation of his arms around me.
I wake up a few hours later, alone in the middle of the night. Typical.
Chapter 3
Sabrina
Age 28
My alarm goes off in the morning, surprising me and intensifying my headache. It’s noon. I clearly fell back asleep. For a moment, I let myself get my hopes up while creeping out of my bedroom, expecting him to be on my couch. He isn’t. When will I ever learn?
Then I remember why Adam showed up in the first place. I rush over to my garbage can and find that it’s empty. Maybe he wanted to stay until morning, but couldn’t. His watch is still here, I wonder if he forgot it.
I do not have time for this schoolgirl crush nonsense. I’m not texting or calling or waiting by the door. He’ll either come back or he won’t. My alarm beeps again and I realize that I won’t even be here if he does. I have a meeting. Shit.
My hair is… not about to cooperate this morning. The side I slept on is redefining the word frizzy and the whole mess too tangled to even attempt to run a comb through it and do a cute poof. That wouldn’t normally be appropriate for a business lunch but I could get away with it because I’m meeting a fellow workaholic on New Year’s Day.
Low side bun it is, I guess. Did I tell Adam about this meeting? I think I did. That would explain why he left. Oh my God, stop it! I’m going to think about him all damn day, I just know it.
The bistro is crowded with a bunch of unkempt hungover people that make me look quite put together in comparison. Maybe too put together, uptight even. I almost wore a power suit out of habit like I was rushing to work. I scan the tables for Demi and find her puffy eyed and disheveled, wearing an oversized black sweatshirt and art pop comic book print leggings. Artsy, I wanted to look artsy! I hang up my jacket on the coat rack by the door to reveal the button up shirt underneath that at least
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