Unrequited (Chosen #3) by Alisa Mullen Read Free Book Online Page A

there in my underwear, like an idiot.

EIGHT - SAM
     
    It was eight o’clock in the morning when the sun streamed into the luxurious suite at Fifteen Beacon. Nick really did have classy taste. This place, centered in the middle of the city, was sleek. Of course, I groaned at the time. I am not an early riser. As a girl out on the town at night and the one hour time change, I felt dreadful.
    I threw off my covers and called for breakfast, which consisted of one hardboiled egg, one piece of whole wheat toast, and two carafes of coffee. I should be good by ten. After I ate, showered and primped myself to the nines, I headed out in search of Nick.
    Nick’s building, also located in the heart of the city, was an older style Bostonian building. It had history written all over it. When I got to the fourth floor, I was immediately met with a stunning brunette with a broad smile.
    “Welcome to Frost, can I help you?” She asked cheerily. I hated her already. Who is that chipper before noon?
    “Nicholas Sawyer, please,” I demanded.
    She looked at her computer and frowned. “Do you have an appointment with Mr. Sawyer?”
    “I don’t need an appointment. If he is free, he will see me. Tell him Samantha Hughes is here to see him,” I stated. I gave her my signature sweet smile and she nodded.
    When she placed down the receiver, she looked up with a smile. “Mr. Sawyer’s office is all the way down that hall, last door on the right.”
    I nodded and opened the door to the hall. Nick stood at the end of the hall, looking dreadfully tired, but sexy as all get up. He half smiled at me with his hands in his pockets. I slowly swiveled my hips as I made my way down to him and gave him kisses on each side of his cheeks, a bit closely to the corners of his lips. He smiled down at me and waved his hand into his office.
    “Samantha,” he stated. He took his chair and I sat across from him at his large cherry wood desk. “What’s going on? I take it you enjoyed the hotel?”
    “Oh my, it was just lovely. Thank you so much for taking me there. Their breakfast is very good and the thread count on those sheets, wow.”
    He nodded his head and paused, waiting for me to go on.
    “Did daddy call you?” I asked.
    Nick shook his head and looked confused. He looked at his messages on both of his phones and then shook his head again in confirmation.
    “Well, then he must be very busy this morning. He wanted to know if you could help me get settled. I know you have Elizabeth and the baby, but couldn’t you help out an old friend in the meantime?” I smiled.
    He hesitated a moment. “How are you really doing, Sam? You seem so put together. It wasn’t even two weeks ago when I couldn’t even get you to string three words together.”
    I waved my hand at him and started my practiced lie.
    “Conner was important to me. But as you know, we only had those few months together. I had a lot of guilt and I was sad, but I went to a therapist and it is time I moved on with my life. You are the only true friend I have in this whole world. I needed a change from being under Daddy and Momma’s eye.”
    He nodded slowly. “So how can I help?”
    “Well,” I started, placing my manicured hands on his desk. “I think it’s time that I met Elizabeth. She must be wondering where you were all last night.” He winced. “Also, my apartment seems to be under some renovations that Daddy ordered for me. So, I will need a place to stay for about a month. I know your place is out of the question but isn’t there something you could do to help me get into a place temporarily.”
    I watched Nick as he thought about my idea. He was always so slow at making decisions. His actions were never reckless. His words were never impulsive.
    “Lizzie did mention that she thought it was time to meet, too,” he approved slowly as he met my eyes. He didn’t look convinced it was a good idea.
    “I am skeptical. She and her parents are really having a hard time with