Undefeated - A New Adult Romance Novel Read Online Free PDF Page B

life seem almost normal.
    I wish one of my book boyfriends would come and save me from this shit life I live. Sometimes I think I actually fall in love with the characters in the books, and hate for the book, series, or story to end. I find myself reading slower as I get toward the end because I don’t want the book to end. Often I daydream about the characters in the book, and what life would be like to have them instead of Josh.
    I remember the day when Josh stomped my Kindle at the Red Box. The man in the hoodie with the strange blue eyes – I think about him being a book boyfriend . I wish he would have saved me. I liked the way he walked. Austin is a huge city and I know I will never see him again, but I wish I could. I regret not saying something to him when he asked. He almost begged me to say something. And he called Josh an asshole twice. I liked that. I wanted to wrap my arms around him and tell him thank you.
    I looked at my watch and realized it was 10:15 already. I spent most of my break daydreaming about the guy in the hoodie and not reading. Either way, it’s a means for me to escape. Josh tells me no other man would ever want me and I am sure that he is right. I put my Kindle back into my purse and walked to my desk.
    “Kace, did the Valentine Group call or send you an email?” Mr. Martin asked as I sat down at my desk.
    “Yes, they emailed and called both. I put together a spreadsheet, based on last year’s totals, and incorporated the anticipated increases for this year’s production costs, and made columns of each. Projected profits are on the far right. I emailed it to you,” I smiled.
    “Kace, you amaze me. I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he slapped the desk and turned toward his office.
    I liked it when Mr. Martin told me nice things, and he never hesitated to do so. He made me feel like I was not such a worthless person. He promoted me every few years, and gave me a big raise and a new title, but my work was always the same. My new title was Executive Secretary. I was the only secretary, but I liked the title.
    Mr. Martin was in his early sixties and married. His wife came in from time to time, and she was beautiful. I would like to look like her when I am sixty. I always tell myself that she looks so good because she is confident. Her hair, clothes, and nails are always perfect.
    I know I am not supposed to be envious of anyone, but I envy her.
    She has a nice husband, nice kids, a nice car, and a nice home. Her life couldn’t get any better. I would settle to live in a shack with someone as long as they treated me nice. I always thought Josh and I would get married and have children, but it never happened. Most of the time I was glad we never had kids.
    I turned the music up on my computer. As Jaymay’s Grey or Blue played, I slumped into my seat. I closed my eyes and relaxed to the music as it played. Getting lost in music is like getting lost in a book. I listened to the music, glad that the Valentine Group had already called.
    “ Grey or Blue , great song,” a voice said from in front of my desk.
    I opened my eyes.
    Holyfuckingshit.
    I peed a little bit and jumped forward so quick ly I knocked over my bottle of water.
    It was him.
    “I didn’t mean to startle you, were you asleep?” he asked softly.
    “No. No. Sleeping not. Sleeping. Music. Listening. I was listening to music,” I stammered.
    Are you fucking kidding? I really don’t want to stutter right now.
    When I got excitedly nervous sometimes the words will come out of my mouth and they are not necessarily always in order. I think my mind works at some weird pace, and often it gets things jumbled up. I try to think before I speak, but the words just fall out sometimes. And they always fall out in whatever order they want to.
    It never happened when I was scared, just when I was really nervous and excited at the same time. It used to happen when I was a little girl on Christmas morning. Sometimes it would happen