Take (Need #2) by K.I. Lynn, N. Isabelle Blanco Read Free Book Online

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    Wiping the tears off my cheeks, I look into his narrowed, stormy eyes, and tell him the truth. A truth I shouldn’t tell him, but one I need him to know nonetheless.
    “I’m not crying because Austin hurt me. Not like that. I could never feel for him that way.” I rush out of the car as soon as the words are out of my mouth, and I don’t stop until I’m inside the house, locked in my room.
    Holy. God.
    What did I just do?
    I don’t think I’ll ever forget the stunned look on Brayden’s face.
    Fuck. Why did I tell him that?
    Now he knows. Now he knows how I feel for Austin.
    And it’s probably only a matter of time before he comes to the conclusion that I still feel something for him.
    I fall back on my door and slide down to the floor, staring off into space, wondering what the hell I’m going to do now.
     

 

    April 25th, 2015
     
     
     
     
    Saturday is not going how I wanted it to. I’m alone and bored.
    Ashley and Marilyn are at a family reunion, while Jenna is grounded at home for missing curfew. Mom and Steve went to some event downtown and are probably going to be gone all day.
    I could go shopping, or to the gym, or half a dozen other things, but instead I’m sitting in front of the TV with Netflix up, trying to decide on what series I’m going to dive into.
    And keeping my mind off everything that happened last weekend.
    School helped distract me all week, but now I’m at home with silence, and I feel it. The itching in my chest, the tightness, the growing . . . despair? No, that’s not the right feeling.
    It’s all jumbled, disorienting. I don’t know how or what I feel. It’s all a big freaking mess.
    After deciding on breaking down and watching Vampire Diaries , I hop up to grab something to munch on from the kitchen. Staring into the pantry leaves me with multiple options: chips, crackers, popcorn, trail mix, and cereal.
    Fruit Loops sounds like the perfect moody munchy, and I grab the box and plop back down on the couch.
    I hit play with the remote and reach in for some fruity, crunchy goodness when the doorbell chimes. I contemplate ignoring it, but instead hit pause and go to find out who’s here.
    The moment I have the door open I want to shut it again. I want to slam it hard in his face.
    “What do you want, Austin?” I cross my arms over my chest.
    He looks nervous, which he should be. “Can we talk?”
    I turn from him and walk into the living room.
    “What?”
    “I want to talk about what happened last weekend,” he says. I can hear him step forward. “Kira, please look at me.”
    With a huff I swivel around and glare up at him. “I don’t want to hear about how good of a fuck Jennifer is.”
    He shakes his head. “I made a mistake, a huge one. I like you, and — ”
    I push against Austin’s chest. “All you motherfuckers are the same!”
    “Kira — ”
    “No. I don’t want your lame ass excuse. Every time a guy tells me he wants to be with me, the next second he’s fucking that slut. Why?”
    He stares at me, fear in his eyes. “I was drunk and . . . Fuck . . .”
    “Drunk? That’s your excuse for sticking your dick in that clap trap?”
    His lips form a thin line and his expression hardens. “Yeah, an excuse, but I know you don’t want to hear the reason.”
    “Try me.”
    His jaw twitches again and he looks away, then back. “I saw it.”
    “Saw what?” I ask with a huff.
    “The way you looked at him. The way he looked at you.”
    I shake my head. “What are you talking about?”
    “Brayden.”
    My eyes widen and I stare at him as my once boiling blood turns to ice.
    No. Brayden is not a subject I want to talk about.
    “When you told him to leave . . . That wasn’t the way you act with a brother or a even a friend. It felt like I was the one intruding on some intimate scene between lovers.”
    I take a step back and shake my head. “It’s not like that.”
    “Then tell me what it’s like.” He steps forward, staying in my personal