Millionaire Best Friend – Freeman Brothers Read Online Natasha L. Black

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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 80448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)

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Millionaire Best Friend - Freeman Brothers

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Natasha L. Black

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She was the one I couldn’t have, The line I wouldn’t cross.
When I left that little town in the dust, I never thought I’d see her again. Maya needs me after her heart's been broken.
I can give her a place to stay, help her get back on her feet. It’s great having her around, making her laugh, making new memories.
Temptation can change everything. One day I’m giving an old friend a place to crash.
Next thing I know, I’m driving like hell wouldn’t have me. To win a race for her. To see her smile when I take first place.
Sparks fly. If it means ruining our friendship, I’ll risk it. It’s paradise until the last person I want to see shows up on my doorstep.
Now, she’s holding back. Keeping secrets from me.
Maybe it’s about the ex that did her no good. Maybe it’s worse. The stakes are too high to pretend nothing’s wrong.
I won’t lose her again. Or my baby she’s carrying.

Book 5 in the Freeman Brothers series brings you Greg and Maya’s story. Millionaire Best Friend is a standalone, full-length romance with burning passion, secrets, and drama. And don't forget the HEA that makes it all worthwhile
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I reached into the bag of flour in front of me and grabbed another handful. Sprinkling it across the table, I plopped the mound of what I hoped would eventually become a pie crust down in the middle of it. A poof of flour rose up in the air, and I tilted back to prevent it from getting all over me.

I glanced over into the kitchen to look at the clock on the oven. Marshall would be home in about two hours. This gave me just enough time to finish up my battle with the pie crust, fill it, and get it in the oven.

With any luck, it would just be ready to slide out golden, brown, and impressive when he walked through the door. I already had a clean, fresh apron waiting to be put on so that my appearance might look effortless instead of appearing well-greased and ready for seasoning.

The whole effect was supposed to be cute. We had just moved in together a few weeks before, and I was trying to seem domestic. I wanted Marshall to come home, and see me holding a freshly baked pie. Surely, he wouldn’t be able to resist me. I had a whole scenario going on in my head, and if I could just get this crust to work out for me, it would be perfect.

I had certainly never been the sweet and demure housewife type. And that is exactly was what was supposed to make it so funny. Marshall and I moving in together with a huge step. I had never lived with another guy before. We had been together for three years, and people were always asking us when we were going to settle down and get married.

At twenty-three years old, I wasn’t exactly inching toward my expiration date. In fact, I had never even seriously thought about marriage. Marshall and I were just living our lives, seeing where it took us. Moving in together was a sign that things were actually serious, and we had a future together.

It was a little scary when he asked me. I was used to taking care of myself, and the idea of sharing everything with him all the time was a bit intimidating. I wasn’t sure how it was going to feel to depend on him as much as myself. Especially considering he pointed out his apartment was bigger, so I should move into his place instead of him into mine.

But the prospect of a new adventure was exciting, so I decided to jump straight in. Over the last few weeks, I had been doing my best to settle in and make it my home, too. I was looking forward to him coming home and sampling my pie. Maybe he would get the dirty little joke.

Finally, the crust started cooperating, and I was able to roll it out and transfer it into a pan. I grabbed a can of cherry pie filling.

I put the pie into the oven and went into the bedroom to try to clean myself up. I hadn’t even gotten a chance to put my fresh apron on when I heard the front door open. Looking over the clock, I saw it was a whole hour before Marshall was supposed to come home. I scurried out into the kitchen and found him staring at the dining room table still covered with a couple of inches of flour and wayward pieces of dough stuck to the wood.

“I’ll clean that up,” I said. “Don’t worry about it.”

“What happened in here?” he asked.

“It was supposed to be a surprise, but since you decided to come home early, I’ll have to tell you. I baked you a cherry pie. Homemade crust and everything. Why are you home early?” I went up to him and looped my arms around his neck. “Not that I’m complaining.”

I rose up on the balls of my feet to give him a kiss, but Marshall took hold of my wrist and stepped back slightly from me.

“Maya, we need to talk.”

I laughed. “Don’t worry about the table. It looks like a much bigger mess than it actually is. Plus, the pie is going to be worth it.” I gave him a cheeky look. “The dessert will probably be delicious, too.”

He didn’t even crack a smile. “Maya, really. Come sit down.” He moved my arms away from his neck and rested them down by my sides.

The humor drained out of me, and my heart started pounding a little. “Is something wrong?”

He didn’t answer, but walked into the living room. I followed him and sat on the couch. He sat at the other end, purposely putting the entire middle cushion between us.

“Maya, there’s no easy way to say this, so I’m just going to say it. It’s over,” he said.

And that was it. No explanation. No lead-up. Not even a half-assed attempt to let me down easy by using a bunch of euphemisms and flowery language. He didn’t even tell me it was him and not me, or that he was setting me free to fly. Just that it was over.