Lover Betrayed (Betrayed #2) Read Free

make a suggestion?”
    “Sure, shoot,” I say.
    “If you’re reinventing yourself we need to go shopping and get you a new look, because girl let me tell you, you dress like a fed,” she says laughing.
    I couldn’t help but laugh with her. She does have a point. Even in the bag I stashed at the farm in Tallahassee was nothing but black loafers, jeans, camis, and blazers.
    “Alright sounds perfect. Tomorrow sound good to you?”
    Sam reaches up and rubs Mathews head, “how’s that sound to you kiddo? You wanna go shopping tomorrow?”
    Mathew jumps out of his chair screaming yes, demanding he gets to go to the video store and the ice cream shop. Sam and I just watch his display of enthusiasm and laugh.
    Since I shared so much personal information with Sam, she thought it was only fair to tell her story as well. She told me Mathew was five years old and his father died in the pride war. Of course since I’m new to this whole being a supernatural thing she explained that she and Mathew are weretigers and so was his father. She said that all the werecats now stick together as a pride because of the war there was not enough left to have separate prides. She also told me that there is a man that stays in the other suite on my floor but he’s always gone on business.
    After dinner we cleaned up and called it a night. Everything around her screams home. The air is clean and smells fresh. However, there is one scent, a faint scent, but I still catch it every now and again that just says this is home to me. For the first time since I was a child I slept peacefully.

DUCATI
     
     
    The next morning I woke up feeling refreshed and more relaxed than I have been in a long time. I laid in bed for a while staring at the ceiling thinking about all the bullshit I had to deal with over the past week and all the changes in my life over the past 24 hours. Change, which is exactly what I needed. At least Sam seems friendly enough. I got a really good vibe from her last night. I just hope I’m not wrong about her. But, my instincts are always right and it seems my instincts are the only thing I can depend on these days. Everyone I love and held close to my heart looked me in the eyes for 25 years and lied to me. How am I supposed to take that? Well, since I ran I guess I did not take it well.
    I rolled out of bed threw some clothes on and headed downstairs at a slow crawling pace. Mornings are so not my thing. It is too bright and just too damn early. Hence, the reason Jackson always yelled at me about being late. I mean who in their right mind wants to get out of bed after a long ass night of blood guts and gore, stay up all night with fucked up nightmares then get up at the butt crack of dawn, and farmers get up when the rooster starts to crow. I say fuck that. That would be one dead fucking chicken when I get my hands around its neck. Nope let me sleep and make sure I get lots of coffee and I’m golden.
    Sam was in the kitchen at the stove cooking breakfast when I walked in. Mathew was at the table coloring patiently waiting for his mother to finish cooking.
    Sam smiled, “Well good morning sunshine.”
    “Are you always this chippery in the morning?” I grumbled.
    “Hey cranky butt don’t be snotty and its chipper, besides today is a good day we get to give you a makeover.” She says squealing.
    I hold up my hand to quiet down the pig squealing, “Okay first and foremost please stopped the squealing. Secondly, do not get too excited about this so-called make over. We are just buying some new clothes. That’s it nothing more.”
    “Yeah yeah, if you say so.”
    “I mean it Sam. Beside I’m sure Mathew here,” I say while patting Mathew on the head “doesn’t want to be dragged to every clothing store in town.”
    Mathew looks up at me with a mischievous grin, “I don’t care how many stores we go to as long as I get ice cream and new video games.”
    I walk ed over to the counter and made myself a cup of coffee.