Cousins In Love: An Alpha Bad Boy Romance (Book 3) by Lisa Lang Blakeney Read Free Book Online

years older than you, slut puppy."
    "Okay, okay. So I'm a little more seasoned than you," she admits while cracking up. "But I gave you a ritual to follow. Food, then alcohol, then water. Then alcohol again, then water, then home, then Motrin, then sleep. It's foolproof. Learned it from my parents and their wino friends when they used to have house parties after the home games."
    Ah, that explains a lot. Sloan's parents had a busy social life when she was a kid, and her dad was a popular basketball player for the Sixers. The complete opposite of my quiet childhood in the 'burbs.
    "I never get sick at night, and I never have a hangover in the morning. You must have skipped something. Do I need to write it down for you, Babygirl?" she asks with a crooked smile.
    I suck my teeth as my response, but unfortunately I think she may be right. I'm not the best listener sometimes, and it's very possible that I may have skipped a couple of steps. I definitely didn't drink all the water I was supposed to, and the Motrin bottle is still in my bag. I don't even think I ever took it out, or I probably would have left it on top of Sloan's nightstand last night.  
    I suck at this.
    "You know what?" she asks after spitting toothpaste suds in the sink. My stomach rolls again.
    "Oh my God, Sloan, what?"  
    Why is she still talking?
    "We should do this every week!" she announces excitedly.
    "And why the hell would I want to do this every week?"
    "Well I wasn't sure how to bring it up, but I think we're a little off right now. Our friendship is a little off I mean, and I want to fix it."
    What is she talking about?  
    "I mean I know I'm on the fast track at work, but lately I seem to be spending way too much time with the girls at work. All they do is blow smoke up my ass, because I'm the top female rep in my department. They just want my spot. They're not real. You're my only real friend, Bitsy."
    "There's nothing wrong with our friendship, Sloan." I groan not really wanting to talk about this right now. Especially if the end result is me agreeing to a night of this type of ridiculousness every weekend.
    "Come on. You have to admit that we've grown a bit apart over the last few months, especially because of the bubble you seem to be living in."
    "Me?"
    I knew it was just a matter of time before Sloan brought up the "Roman bubble" that she believes I've been floating around in. She's mentioned that term a few times to me lately, but after fighting my feelings for so long, I'm not ashamed to admit that I definitely have fully embraced my relationship with Roman. When I'm not working on my business, I want to spend every waking moment with him.  
    In the car with him.  
    Talking to him.  
    Texting him.
    Kissing him.  
    Under him.  
    On top of him.  
    I already know how that must seem to some people, especially Sloan, but I'm smart enough to also recognize that I'm in the honeymoon stage of this relationship. And that I'm still learning new things that I like, or frankly that I love about Roman every single day. And that excites me. I like the bubble.
    She also needs to understand that a lot of this is probably because I'm making up for lost time sexually (which is why I'm always jumping his bones or permitting him to jump mine), and that eventually this need I have to spend every waking moment with him will eventually subside. Of course I probably need to do something proactive in order for that to ever happen. So I can't believe I'm thinking this, but maybe my crazy friend is right.
    Perhaps agreeing to a weekly girls night out with my bestie would be a beneficial part of helping that process along. I need to explore other interests other than Roman if the two of us actually plan on moving forward in a healthy way. I need balance. We both do. I don't think I'd survive it if he became tired of me. Not after all it took to get here.
    I'll probably have to fight Roman tooth and nail for him to agree to this though, because no matter how much I