Meant for Her (Meant For #2) Read Online Natasha Madison

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Forbidden, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Meant For Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95393 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
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Koda: She had to learn how to walk in heels and juggle.

Me: Did you miss my text about the huge-ass bus she had to learn how to drive? And then she hit the carriage with the cans. Speed will forever be her number-one movie.

Koda: Okay, fine, what about The Lake House?

I roll my eyes before I answer her.

Me: Even she wants to pretend that movie never happened. That was fucking horrible, I think more horrible than any other movie out there. It was not a good comeback for either her or Keanu.

“Who are you texting?” Cole asks from beside me as he leans in to grab the bottle of beer he is having with his burger.

“Is it that chick you brought to the season opener?” Andreas asks from in front of me.

“Kelly.” Cole snaps his fingers, coming up with the name.

“It’s Keely,” I correct him, but I also don’t tell him if it’s her or not.

“Keely,” Cole says, “that’s what I meant.” He takes a bite of his burger, and I put the phone down to eat my own. “So it’s going good?”

“It’s okay,” I lie through my fucking teeth. “She’s a cool girl.”

He just nods as he chews, and I take a bite of my burger, hoping the conversation stops right there. Nick is the one who changes the conversation and instead talks about the game tomorrow. I don’t pick up my phone again until we leave the restaurant and walk back to the hotel.

Every single minute that goes by, I’m anxious to get to my room to take out my phone. I take out the phone the second the door closes behind me. I see I missed three messages from Koda, and the last one was sent twenty minutes ago.

Koda: Yeah, The Lake House was not their finest moment.

Koda: Two Weeks Notice, now that was a great one. Hugh Grant was good in that one. I mean, not as good as Love Actually or even Notting Hill, but still decent.

Koda: Okay, The Proposal. She raps in that and everything. Plus Ryan Reynolds makes everything better.

I can’t help but laugh at the way she’s going all in with Sandra Bullock.

Me: Is she your favorite actress?

I don’t know if she’s still up or not, and when I look over at the side table clock, I see that it’s only eight thirty. I kick off my shoes, heading toward the king-sized bed in the middle of the room. Falling on top of the white covers, I sink straight down to the mattress with the flimsy pillows. I grab the two beside me and tuck them under my head.

Koda: No, I don’t think so anyway. I don’t know if I have a favorite actress. Why? Do you?

Me: I mean Margot Robbie is not bad on the eyes. Gal Gadot is another one. Oh, Scarlett Johansson. Charlize Theron is another one.

I put the phone on my stomach before grabbing the remote to the television from the side table and turning it on, switching channels, trying not to think about the fact I’m texting Koda and it has nothing to do with the girls.

The phone vibrates.

Koda: So you choose the movies according to if there is a hot girl? Interesting.

Me: I mean, not necessarily. But if my sisters are going to turn on a movie, it’s good to know I have something to keep me invested.

Koda: Last movie you watched.

Me: Barbie.

Koda: What? You went to the movies to watch Barbie?

Me: I did. I took Penelope and forced Maddox to come with me. I promised her I would take her last Christmas when she told me about it. I obviously didn’t really think how bad it could be. Maddox had no idea what we were doing. He spent the morning on the ice with me, and then I sprang it on him. He hated every single second of it. He didn’t talk to me for a whole month. I think he even blocked me.

Koda: Bahaha, he did not.

Me: He did. Every time I texted him, it came up green. Only when I saw him a month later at the family vacation did I grab his phone. Little shit blocked me. The Funcle.

Koda: Do you even know what a funcle is?

Me: You bet your ass I do. I had to google it to make sure, but it’s like a dad, just hotter and cooler.

Koda: Does it really? I thought it was a gay uncle.

I gasp.

Me: Are you fucking with me right now? That’s a guncle.

Koda: I am not. I honestly thought it meant gay uncle. I think I heard Andy Cohen use it, so I assumed.

Me: I’m not gay.

Koda: Really? This is shocking information.

Me: Koda.

Koda: Christopher, there is nothing wrong with being gay.

Me: I know that. Why would there be? I’m just saying I’m not gay.

Koda: So you really aren’t gay?


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