Not Ready To Fall by Sophie Monroe Read Free Book Online Page A

party. We currently sat in the back of the limo after a night of fun. They had been ribbing on me all night about bringing a date to the wedding. They were settling down. Some of them either had kids or one on the way. I wanted it, but I was enjoying my freedom too. My head swam since I had way too much Jager for my own good. As much as I tried to avoid it, my thoughts kept going to Charlotte.
    Since that night at the bar, I had done everything possible to avoid texting or calling her. She was so fucking pretty. A bitch, but a pretty great bitch. Nothing held my interest like she did. Not even strippers. My mind always ended up thinking about the hazel eyed, honey blonde that turned my world upside down. It was like a light bulb went off in my head and suddenly things started clicking together.
    I needed to somehow convince her to go with me as my plus one and with any luck become my plus one. My work was going to be cut out for sure. 
     
    CHARLOTTE
    Today was a long one. This plantation reno ended up being a much bigger project than we originally anticipated, and I was working twelve hour days in order to meet the deadline. They wanted to stick with as much original feel as possible, so I was trying to source materials from all over. I was looking forward to opening up the bottle of wine I just picked up at the liquor store and taking a long bath.
    Pulling into my parking spot, I was shocked to see none other than Jack sitting on my steps. I let out an audible groan because this was the last thing I felt like dealing with right now. First, I loathed unannounced company. Second, I was just getting over getting over him again. Something about him always lingered in my subconscious, but we were all wrong for each other. Which isn't entirely true, we'd actually be good together if we weren't so stubborn. I knew he was still dealing with losing Zane in his own way, but I kept getting hurt. It wasn't entirely intentional, but enough to know I needed to put a stop to it before any more emotion went into it.
    Grabbing my bag and the bottle of wine, I stepped out of my car. He stood and put his hands in his pockets. His eyes intent on my every move.
    "Jack," I greeted.
    "Hey," he hesitated.
    I was not in the mood for his games. "Is there a reason you're here?"
    Stepping past him, I headed up the steps to my front door. Like a lost puppy he followed. Holding the door open, I begrudgingly let him in. I headed straight to the kitchen and grabbed a corkscrew and a wine glass. After pouring it almost to the brim, I took a long, satisfying sip and waited for him to speak.
    "Listen, I don't know what's going on, or why you acted the way we did the last time I was here, but I still miss you. You pop into my head constantly and I hate it, but I can't shake you. I've tried. I'm a mess. Everything is starting to suffer. Work, social life, everything. I've tried staying away because I thought it was best, but why should we keep punishing ourselves, Char? It's inevitable that we're gonna end up together and have three kids. Two boys and a girl." He smiled at the thought and I debated tossing the wine glass at his head, but what did the wine ever do to me?
    "You're unbelievable, you know that? It's been three weeks and nothing. Not even as much as a, hey Char how's it going? Now you show up and just expect me to be like, sure Jack that's a great idea. It's not gonna happen." Crossing my arms over my chest, I glared at him.
    "I knew it wasn't going to be that easy, which is why I have a plan. You'll need to change though. We're going on a date."
    "I'm not going anywhere with you," I practically spat.
    "Listen doll, you can either go get dressed in what you want, or I'm gonna pick you up, toss you over my shoulder and take you anyway. Don't make it harder than it has to be." He grinned.
    As much as I wanted to dig my heels into the ground, seeing his face tossed everything aside. I wanted to go, but I wasn't going to let him know that.
    "Fine, but