Good Boy (WAGs #1) Read Online Sarina Bowen

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Funny, New Adult, Sports Tags Authors: Series: WAGs Series by Sarina Bowen
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Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
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I stumble into the kitchen and fill a glass with water, then guzzle it down. My brain tries in vain to come up with some solution—some way of easing Molly out of all our lives. But I come up with nothing.

Someone approaches from behind, and I spin around to find Brenna.

“Blake,” she says in a low voice. “You can’t just storm off. Her feelings might make you uncomfortable, but they need to be acknowledged. And maybe you shouldn’t bring your new girlfriend over without warning us.”

My eyes practically bug out. “So, what, every time I visit Ma and Dad and want to bring Jess, I should send her a formal invitation and make sure she RSVPs so you know she’s coming? Bullshit. She’s my girlfriend, Bren. She’s welcome here anytime.”

Her frown deepens.

“You never had to check with anyone before you brought Charlie here,” I point out, the anger in my gut going from a simmer to a boil. “Same for Beth and Kyle. So what the hell makes this any different?”

“You know what makes it different,” Brenna hisses. “Mol’s my best friend. You were going to marry her! Do you realize how insensitive you’re being? It kills her to see you with someone else!”

“Then why is she here?” I shoot back. “Nobody’s holding a gun to her head and forcing her to have lunch with us.”

“She’s here because I want her here! Because she’s family!” Brenna’s cheeks turn bright red. “And she’s still in love with you, you stupid idiot.”

I take a breath. And another one. And one more for good measure. In fact, I’m two seconds away from busting out the mantra Wes taught me after my knee gave out on me during the playoffs last season. I’m supposed to say It’s going to be okay three times.

Except…it’s not fucking okay. And it won’t be, not as long as my sister keeps throwing my lying ex into my path. That woman broke me. She fucking crushed me.

“I’m sorry that she still has feelings for me,” I say as calmly as I can muster. “But she needs to get over them. I’ve moved on, Bren. It took me five fucking years to do it, but I’m finally in a good place again.”

No, a great place. Jess Canning is…my goddamn world. We might’ve started off as fuck buddies, then took a trip into the friends-with-bennies zone, but she’s mine now. And she’s everything to me.

Brenna rubs the bridge of her nose as if she’s warding off a migraine. “I’m happy that you’re in a good place—”

“Are you sure?” I say bitterly.

“—but that doesn’t change the fact that Molly is still hurting. What happened between you devastated her, Blakey. Do you even care that she’s still grieving over the baby you lost?”

I press my lips together, and they’re actually shaking.

“She talks about him all the time! I take her out for dinner every year on what was supposed to be her due date! What would’ve been his birthday!”

What. The. Fuck.

“How do you think she feels knowing that she was disposable to you? You two were planning a future—”

My mind is still reeling. She celebrates our baby’s birthday?

“—you promised to always be there for her, and you just threw her away!”

Our fake baby’s birthday? Who does that?

“I get that you were hurting just as bad, but you guys could have shared that burden together.”

Something inside me snaps. “Brenna,” I warn.

“You could have grieved for your baby together—”

“There was no baby!”

A chorus of gasps comes from the dining room.

Brenna blinks. “What?”

I struggle to control my breathing, the ferocious trembling of my hands, the red-hot resentment coating my throat like acid.

My sister stares at me, waiting for me to explain.

“There wasn’t. She said… She was trying to make me…” Oh, hell. I spent five years trying not to let it come to this.

Brenna pales visibly. I can see the moment she figures out what I’m trying not to say, because her head snaps around toward the dining room, as if Molly’s trustworthiness could be assessed through two walls and a lying, heart-shaped face.

“Oh my God,” she mouths.

In a heartbeat, my fury dissolves into defeat. Agonizing and weighty, pressing down on my shoulders until I can barely stay upright.

“What are you saying?” Brenna whispers.

I just shake my head. I can’t talk. I can’t even think right now. I need…air. Yeah, I need air.

Without a word, I stalk past my sister, bulldoze past the dining room, fly into the front hall, and stumble out the door.

Chapter 27

Five-Alarm Fire

Jess

The silence is eerie. And not just because I’m in the Riley house, the place where silence goes to die. It’s eerie because nobody is reacting to the atomic bomb that was dropped in the other room. Nobody is even blinking.

Well, except Molly. On the other side of the table from me, Blake’s ex is trying to win the award for most blinks per second. Her eyelashes move at the speed of light, each rapid flutter bringing a new drop of moisture.



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