False Illusions (False #1) by A. Cramton Read Free Book Online Page B

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    Knowing that I wouldn’t be seeing Madison tonight I headed to a bar and grill with Chris and Rico. We haven’t really spent much time together since I was either spending my nights with my Madison or moping around missing her. We were in a good place since last night. Last night I made love to her, it wasn’t intentional, it just happened and I don’t regret it.
    “So how you feeling, kid?” Rico asks when were seated.
    I quickly scan the menu, knowing I’ll probably get chicken and veggies.
    “I feel good.”
    He nods. “We still have a little over two months.” He pauses and looks at Chris then back at me. “Listen, you need to focus, you’ve been spacing out a couple of times. Remember why you’re here.”
    My hands grip the edge of the table. “I am focused,” I snap. “You think I forgot?”
    “Calm down, El. No one is saying that.” Chris says gently. “We’re just concerned since you have been seeing-“
    “That broad,” Rico finishes.
    Heat rises in my body and my hands clench into fists. “Her name is fuckin Madison.”
    Rico sits back, his eyebrows up to his hairline. “Wow, you’re really going to hit me?” His eyes flicker to my fist.
    Fuck. I was losing it. Releasing my fist I take a deep breath. “Look, don’t worry about Madison, and don’t worry about me. I’m good and I know why I’m here. I bust my ass for a shot at the belt. I won’t blow it.”
    I could tell they still weren’t convinced, but I didn’t give shit. I knew what was on the line and it was more than my heart.

    Being alone sucked. Usually I would find a willing chick to warm my bed, but for the last month it has only been one person. For some reason bringing another girl up here felt like cheating, but technically it’s not since we aren’t an actual couple.
    Instead of going hunting at the downstairs bar I busied myself with push ups and sit-ups. After forty-five minutes I pulled out my laptop and settled on the bed. Netflix has become my source of entertainment, and Supernatural was my addiction. Well, it was our addiction. We both have the same taste in shows.
    My phone beeps next to me.
    I smile when I see who it is.
    Babydoll: What are you doing?
    Me: Watching Supernatural.
    Babydoll: You weren’t supposed to watch it without me!
    Oops. I forgot this show was our show to watch together. 
    Me: I’m watching it from the beginning relax.
    I lie.
    Babydoll: I miss you.
    My heart races. She misses me?
    Me: Miss you too, babe
    Babydoll: See you tomorrow?
    Me: Definitely
    I toss my phone on the nightstand. Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough. Until then it was just Dean, Sam and I.
     

 

    Florida Kilos- Lana Del Rey
    “What about this one?”  I hold up a sleeveless blush cocktail dress against me.
    Chelsea smiles. “Yes, even though I’m not sure why you’re even buying a dress for this party.”
    I hand the dress to the store assistant who is already holding five other dresses.
    “I told you, Marcus said it’s a promotion party, which means you know who will be there.” I start looking through another rack.
    She rolls her eyes. “Your lover.” Chelsea sighs. “Madi, do you think it’s a good idea to go. It’s risky.”
    It is risky to be in the same room with both of them. I still had a week to figure it out. I’ll just give Yoel a heads up. He’s been focused on his training since I saw him the other night. He lied about not watching Supernatural without me.
    “I know, but Marcus is adamant that I’m there and I don’t feel like hearing my parents’ mouth.”
    She takes a sip of her champagne. “You don’t find this a little fucked up. I mean don’t get me wrong, I hate Marcus, but what are you doing with Yoel?”
    I look up at her. “I don’t know,” I honestly tell her. “I just love the way he makes me feel. After the fight he’ll be gone and I’m back to how I was before. Alone.” My mouth turns into a frown. I would be alone all over again.
    Sympathy fills her