Unbound: The Pentagon Group, Book 2 by Rosemary Rey Read Free Book Online

you and me . . . forever. We can start a family.” He pleaded. My eyes widened, and then my brows furrowed.
    I chuckled at the audacity and raised my arms, “You think I would ever consider starting a family with you. I want children who have a father they can depend on to take care of and support their mother. I need a husband who isn’t a liar, a user, and a thief. I don’t . . .” A honking car behind Matt’s illegally parked car interrupted me. He ran his hands through his hair
    “Fuck.” He shouted when he looked over to his vehicle. The driver of the honking vehicle yelled out the window at us.
    “Good bye, Matt. And I really mean it when I say ‘good bye’. No damn flowers or notes. I’m better off without you. Go have a fresh start with someone else. Maybe you can find someone else to use; maybe, a resort in Maine as your next project.” I walked away toward the bus, refusing to look back to see if Matt was following or if he stood there in stunned wonder like he did the first night at the dance club. I assumed he went back to his car because the honking stopped soon after we heard it. After many deep breaths and uplifting mantras, my breathing and blood pressure evened out, I was able to continue on my task.
    The wait at the bus was minimal. Getting into my regular routine, which I’d abandoned because I’d fallen for Matt’s control and expectation that I live at his apartment, was easy. I’d had an epiphany; Ben had once controlled me, and Matt sucked me back into being controlled again under the guise of love and passion. Even upon the dissolution of our marriage, Ben controlled the rest of my life. I was free to a degree, but he maintained control until I paid off a false debt. After the experience with Matt, once again I regained the control by being the strong, independent woman my mother always wanted me to be. I reaffirmed my plans on the bus ride.
    After a short walk from the T, I arrived at the library and immediately went to a librarian. I requested some help with finding books on job hunting and resume writing. When she pointed me to the section, I eagerly walked to peruse the shelves. There were so many books on the topic. I spent half an hour perusing titles, reading the summary, and finally selected two books which looked promising because it incorporated job hunting, resume writing, salary negotiations, and relocation information. I couldn’t tolerate the romance and erotica books I usually borrowed, so I went to the stacks of newly released fiction books and hoped  a few covers would reel me in.
    There was a handsome man standing at the stacks. He seemed pretty young, maybe a college student, he smiled at me when I approached the section, and I nervously returned the smile. I trained my eyes on the stack down the aisle from where he stood. I picked up a book and read the summary on the flap, but felt uncomfortably exposed, as if I were being stared at. I tried to ignore the sensation and continued looking before me, but couldn’t focus on the summary of the book I held.
    “That’s not such a great book.” He exclaimed.
    I turned to look at him, and confirmed he was speaking to me. “Oh?” I responded, turning the book from front to back.
    “It starts off well and then loses steam midway and becomes painful to finish. It was not the best ending. Do you need help picking a book? What genre do you like? I can suggest something.” He eagerly offered.
    “Um. I’m just perusing. I’m not quite sure what genre I want to start reading; perhaps, literary fiction . . . I’m more of a romance novel type, but . . .” I thought quickly before I said something personal. “I’m trying to expand my horizons. But I don’t want to take your time.”
    “Oh, you aren’t. I love to read and I like offering suggestions.” He scanned the stacks and pulled out a book. “This one is really good. It has a bit of adventure, mystery, and it’s funny throughout. No romance, so you should be