Secret Baby Lion: A BBW Lion-Shifter Romance (Shift Your Fate Book 2) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Cara Wylde
about her guilt forever. The next day, when she’d leave New York for good, she would take this one last memory with her, a memory powerful enough to wipe away everything else that had happened before coming to the club.
Tristan didn’t disappoint. The memory she took with her fed her heated imagination for months. She almost changed her mind in the morning, when Tristan went to take a shower, and instead of ordering breakfast, Olivia took her dirty, crumpled clothes off the floor, threw them on, and left the hotel room. She couldn’t stay. She had made a decision the night before, and she knew for a fact that it was the right one, the only one that could somewhat mitigate the damage she had already done. She most definitely couldn’t change her mind because of a hot, hunky man who had just given her more orgasms than her body had probably been designed to handle. She could still feel him between her legs, long, thick, hard… If she allowed herself to think about him inside her, she risked turning around, barging into the shower, and throwing herself at him. He would take her right there, under the hot spray, and she would love every second of it. But then… she’d be lost forever, wouldn’t she? No. She had made a plan and she had to stick with it. For her family’s sake.
Olivia blinked rapidly and came back to the present. She was slightly cold, the blanket having fallen off her shoulders. She looked around her, at the bedroom drowned in darkness, then looked down at her son and touched his forehead. That night, Tristan had left her with more than a memory. He had left her with this little guy for whom Liv was now willing to do anything. Even live with her sister and her husband for a couple of weeks. Even walk all over her own pride, and look for the man she had selfishly used for a one-night stand and then left hanging in a hotel room.
***
Something wasn’t right. The apartment was too silent. Olivia snapped her eyes open, then blinked rapidly when the bright sunrays blinded her. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, sat up, stretched briefly, and went to close the curtains. When she finally turned around, she noticed Liam wasn’t in bed. She sighed and went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and take a shower before getting dressed. Her son had a unique way of sneaking around. It didn’t matter whether she was asleep or wide awake. If Liam didn’t want her to notice him moving around or simply disappearing, she wouldn’t. It was beyond her comprehension. Not even a cat could be so stealthy. She wasn’t worried, though. He had probably woken up early and gone to play with his cousins. Except that the apartment still seemed unnaturally silent.
Olivia chose a cute, comfortable dress that stopped right above her knees, and put on just a bit of make-up. She let her slightly damp hair fall down over her back and shoulders, and went looking for her little rascal. The children weren’t in the living room. The next room she checked was her niece’s and nephew’s bedroom, but they weren’t there either. The two small beds were neatly made. Liv threw a quick glance at her sister’s and brother-in-law’s bedroom door, then walked towards the kitchen. A barely audible gasp left her lips when she saw Logan at the table, smartphone in hand, probably reading the newspaper.
Logan raised his eyes and studied her from head to toe.
“Good morning!”
His low, smooth voice sent a chill up Olivia’s spine. How in hell’s name had they managed to end up in the same room after days of actively, obsessively avoiding each other?
“Good morning,” she answered after clearing her voice. She walked to the table and poured herself a cup of coffee.
“Looking lovely today,” he said casually.
“Thanks.”
He took a small sip of coffee and cocked an eyebrow. “You can sit down, you know…”
“Sure.” She gave him a small smile.
“I don’t bite.”
She tried to laugh, but it sounded fake.
Tristan didn’t disappoint. The memory she took with her fed her heated imagination for months. She almost changed her mind in the morning, when Tristan went to take a shower, and instead of ordering breakfast, Olivia took her dirty, crumpled clothes off the floor, threw them on, and left the hotel room. She couldn’t stay. She had made a decision the night before, and she knew for a fact that it was the right one, the only one that could somewhat mitigate the damage she had already done. She most definitely couldn’t change her mind because of a hot, hunky man who had just given her more orgasms than her body had probably been designed to handle. She could still feel him between her legs, long, thick, hard… If she allowed herself to think about him inside her, she risked turning around, barging into the shower, and throwing herself at him. He would take her right there, under the hot spray, and she would love every second of it. But then… she’d be lost forever, wouldn’t she? No. She had made a plan and she had to stick with it. For her family’s sake.
Olivia blinked rapidly and came back to the present. She was slightly cold, the blanket having fallen off her shoulders. She looked around her, at the bedroom drowned in darkness, then looked down at her son and touched his forehead. That night, Tristan had left her with more than a memory. He had left her with this little guy for whom Liv was now willing to do anything. Even live with her sister and her husband for a couple of weeks. Even walk all over her own pride, and look for the man she had selfishly used for a one-night stand and then left hanging in a hotel room.
***
Something wasn’t right. The apartment was too silent. Olivia snapped her eyes open, then blinked rapidly when the bright sunrays blinded her. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, sat up, stretched briefly, and went to close the curtains. When she finally turned around, she noticed Liam wasn’t in bed. She sighed and went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and take a shower before getting dressed. Her son had a unique way of sneaking around. It didn’t matter whether she was asleep or wide awake. If Liam didn’t want her to notice him moving around or simply disappearing, she wouldn’t. It was beyond her comprehension. Not even a cat could be so stealthy. She wasn’t worried, though. He had probably woken up early and gone to play with his cousins. Except that the apartment still seemed unnaturally silent.
Olivia chose a cute, comfortable dress that stopped right above her knees, and put on just a bit of make-up. She let her slightly damp hair fall down over her back and shoulders, and went looking for her little rascal. The children weren’t in the living room. The next room she checked was her niece’s and nephew’s bedroom, but they weren’t there either. The two small beds were neatly made. Liv threw a quick glance at her sister’s and brother-in-law’s bedroom door, then walked towards the kitchen. A barely audible gasp left her lips when she saw Logan at the table, smartphone in hand, probably reading the newspaper.
Logan raised his eyes and studied her from head to toe.
“Good morning!”
His low, smooth voice sent a chill up Olivia’s spine. How in hell’s name had they managed to end up in the same room after days of actively, obsessively avoiding each other?
“Good morning,” she answered after clearing her voice. She walked to the table and poured herself a cup of coffee.
“Looking lovely today,” he said casually.
“Thanks.”
He took a small sip of coffee and cocked an eyebrow. “You can sit down, you know…”
“Sure.” She gave him a small smile.
“I don’t bite.”
She tried to laugh, but it sounded fake.
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