Artificial Love (The Goodbye Trilogy #2) by Alisa Mullen Read Free Book Online

was a spell between us. Neither of us wanted to move. I quickly glanced at the birds starting to chirp once more and she gave me a sheepish smile.
    “That was…really good,” she said, her breath still heaving.
    “I thought so, too,” I confirmed with a wide grin. “In fact, can I have some more of those tasty lips? I was just getting started with them.”
    “Really?” she asked in surprise. “You want to keep… just kissing? I mean, well, I don’t know very much about… um…”
    “Fucking?” I breathed out.
    I was blunt. Johnny Lennox was nothing, if not totally in your face blunt. I knew I had offended her and quickly wished I had said something else. Her cringe drew her farther from my personal space and she looked over to her purse when the birds started to chirp again.
    “Emmy?” I asked, using the name that Julia always referred to in the stories. Her head popped up in surprise and then she smiled widely. She liked that.
    “Emmy, who’s calling you at two in the morning?” I asked.
    “Michael,” she whispered.
    “Michael, the cheating husband?”
    She nodded.
    “Aren’t you going to listen to what he has to say? I mean, I probably would,” I offered casually. I decided after I had cheated on Jules the first time that I would forgive her for cheating on me if that ever became a problem. I was Emmy’s husband in a way. I was the lying, cheating motherfucker that broke hearts, souls, and bands.
    She shrugged and got up to answer her insistent chirping phone. Again, that ring tone was not relaxing.
    “Hello?” she asked with a low, submissive sounding tone.
    I listened to her end of the conversation which wasn’t much. A few yes’s . A few firm no’s . A few more annoyed sounding no’s . He was obviously drilling her about her whereabouts and when she was going to come home to him. He was going to find her, coax her, or whatever he had to do to get her back. She was too weak not to go back.
    I absolutely knew the type since I was one of them.

Chapter Eight
    Emily
     
    Johnny’s kiss was explosive. I was in shock. I listened to Michael scream at me on the other end of the phone but I was in love with kissing Johnny. He wanted to do more of it, too. I thought maybe telling him that I had no experience would make him back off of me but it did the opposite. It made him go straight to sex. I was appalled at how fast one could go from a heated kiss to sticking your penis into a person. Maybe that was Johnny, though. Maybe he was one of those guys that got around.
    Rock band.
    Beautiful women.
    Lots of alcohol.
    Yeah, I knew. I was at the bottom of a very long list. Nothing special and I supposed that fit right in with how I felt about myself in the moment too.
    “So, where are you going to live?” Michael snapped out at me. I shrugged my shoulders and forgot that he couldn’t see me doing it. Johnny tapped me on the shoulder. He motioned for me to cover the phone so I could talk to him.
    “I go on tour tomorrow for a week, well five days. Not far, just New Jersey and up to Maine and back down again. You can stay here while you look for a place.” Was he serious? A free place to stay for a week? I beamed at him. Johnny met my smile with a grin. I was feeling luckier by the minute.
    I got back on the phone. New Emmy on the line now. Johnny made me feel right at home when he called me that. I loved it coming out of those gorgeous lips of his.
    When Michael answered with my name in a resolved tone, I was the only one to speak.
    “I can’t talk to you. You destroyed our marriage. I’m perfectly fine and safe. I have a place to stay in New York so you don’t need to worry your pretty little penis over me.” I clicked off the phone and then powered it down. Wow. That felt really amazing. He no longer had a hold on me. I thought about how I hadn’t made him his dinner tonight and had a brief panic attack until I realized that he wasn’t my responsibility anymore. I shouldn’t have to cater