Forbidden Dreams (Dream #2) Read Online Natasha Madison

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Forbidden Tags Authors: Series: Dream Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 91937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
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The confused look on her face makes me think this is a very bad fucking idea. “And cake.” I hold up the cake, and her eyes go from me to the cake and then back to me.

“Um,” she says, “okay.” I can tell she’s nervous as I walk to her.

“Do you want to sit outside?” I ask, pointing at the stairs, and she just nods. I follow her up the steps, and she turns and sits down on the top step. I hand her a cup of coffee before sitting next to her. “So how do you think last night went?”

She takes a sip of the coffee. “It could have been better, but then again, it could have been so much worse.”

I open the cake and take out a piece, offering it to her, and she shakes her head. I take a bite and moan, “This is really good.” I take another bite. “You should have a piece.”

“I’m good.” She leans forward, putting her elbows on her knees.

“I saw you get home last night with Wyatt.” I take a sip of my coffee. She just looks over at me, waiting for me to finish whatever it is I’m trying to fucking say. “Who watches him?”

“Someone,” she replies, and I can see the guard go up.

My stomach sinks, and my mind immediately goes to her leaving her son in the car. “If there is any shady shit going on…” I don’t even know why I say the words.

She takes a second to look at me before getting up, still holding on to her cup of coffee. If I’m honest, and it was me, I would have probably thrown the coffee in my face. “I may be a lot of things…” I can see her fighting to control her emotions, but her bottom lip quivers, making me feel like someone just kicked me in the stomach. “But my son is everything to me, and if I had a choice, there is no way I would be working instead of home with him.”

She turns, and I hate I’ve made her feel like this. “Harmony,” I say her name, “that isn’t what I meant.”

She stops when she gets to the door. “I know you hate me because of him and his family. Trust me, no one hates me more than I hate myself.” Her voice shakes at the end as she pulls open her door, and she’s about to step inside. Instead of just letting her go, my mouth opens.

“I see that you’re a good mom.” I get up from the step and walk toward my house without looking back and hear the sound of the click of her lock. “Well, that went fucking well.”

CHAPTER 10

Harmony

I look at the drawers of clothes I have. Or better yet, what I have left of my clothes in the two drawers. I opted to sell all the formal clothing I had a month after I left Winston. There was no way I needed to have floor-length ball gowns. Even packing them when I was leaving, I thought it was a dumb idea, but the money I got for them afterward made it make sense. I grab the light-blue jeans and slip them on over my hips, buttoning the button before I grab the sleeveless white halter top and put it on. I walk back over to the mirror, which has seen better days, so many better days that I look yellow in it. The jeans hug my hips but then flare down all the way to my feet. The shirt hugs me and falls just above the waist of the jeans. I turn, making sure I look okay before grabbing a pair of socks and running down the steps to the front door. Sitting on the last step, I put them on before grabbing my sneakers. “Hey, buddy.” I look over at the living room and see Wyatt sitting on the floor with his work in front of him, snacking on apples with peanut butter.

His warm brown eyes look up at me. “Yeah, Mom?” The yellow pencil in his hand is suspended in midair.

“We have to go, buddy,” I tell him as he takes the last piece of apple and throws it in his mouth before he puts away his homework and then stuffs it back in his backpack.

“Mr. Mendelson said he’s going to help me do math,” he tells me as he picks up his plate and runs with it to the kitchen before coming back and grabbing his bag. “Then we can go and pick more berries,” he adds with a smile on his face. Last night when I got there to pick him up, he was sleeping on the couch, and Mr. Mendelson carried him out. He then told me they picked raspberries for me all night long. Which is why I decided to do the raspberry white chocolate loaf that Brady brought over to me this morning. I walk out after Wyatt, slamming the door shut behind me as I walk down the steps to get in the car. “Are you going to be late again?” he asks from the back seat as I pull out of the driveway.



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