Unspoken Memories (Unspoken Series) Read Online Free PDF

and it’s the same guy from my dream. My breath catches, as
my heart starts beating rapidly.
    I throw back the covers, hop out of bed and get dressed in
the clothes I threw off last night. Walking over to the bedroom door, I open it
slowly. After making sure the apartment is quiet, I step out, and according to
the time on my phone it's 8:42 a.m.
    Okay it’s more late than early at this point.
    The apartment seems pretty empty of Bill since it’s silent,
so I head to the bathroom and take a quick shower.
    After showering, I brush out my hair and put on some light
make-up. One thing that I’ve discovered, and I’m very thankful for, is that I
don't need much make-up. My face has a natural beauty to it, and I’m taking
full advantage of that today.
    I head into my closet, standing there confused and feeling
overwhelmed. I pick what looks like simple skinny jeans and a beige cashmere
sweater, next comes the shoes, for some reason this is where I feel like I want
to start salivating with admiration. I can't find a pair of flats or tennis
shoes for the life of me, so I grab a pair of black Prada pumps and put them
on.
    After taking a quick look in the mirror to make sure my
outfit looks good, I’m satisfied with myself and I'm ready to go.
    As I was getting ready I multi-tasked and called for a hired
car. By the time I get downstairs it is waiting for me. I pick up my new key
for my apartment at the front desk, and head out of the building, on my way to
Portland.

 

     
     
    ON THE CAR ride to Portland, I take
the time to go over the information the private investigator gave me.
    The guy’s name is Matthew Garcia. He was born and raised in
Riverside, CA. His parents died when he was only seven, leaving him to be
raised by his sister, a sister who had passed away as well about six months ago
with her husband in a car accident. He’s currently in his senior year at a
private college in Portland, with the assistance of a full ride football
scholarship. Instead of living on campus like normal students, he had his own
residence off campus, a house. His sister purchased it for him before his
sophomore year, and he currently lives with a roommate, another player on the
football team.
    As we get closer to the city, I give the driver the address
and he enters it into his navigation system. At this point I start to get more
and more nervous because I have no idea what to expect. My palms are getting
sweaty, my stomach is in knots, and my knee starts twitching again. I’ve
noticed it’s been doing that a lot lately when I’m anxious or nervous. I still
haven’t figured out how to make it stop.
    We pull up to the house and the driver parks next to the
curb in front. The first thing I notice is that it looks like a normal family
sized house. I was expecting it to look like a frat house being that they’re
college kids, but it looks really taken care of.
    As the driver opens my door I notify him that I have no idea
how long I might be, but to stay close just in case. He nods and informs me
he'll be waiting in the car.
    As I'm walking up the driveway, there are two cars. One is a
Jeep, but what catches my eye is a beautiful, black, classic Dodge Charger. Its
glossy paint makes it shine in the sunlight. I think that it is one sexy car.
    I walk up to the door and ring the doorbell. My stomach is
turning from the nerves and I feel like I’m ready to throw up.
    At first, there isn't an answer, so I ring it again. After a
minute I start to feel impatient with still no answer, so I start to knock hard
on the door.
    I finally hear a voice yelling from inside, “Yeah, yeah,
hold your horses man. I'm coming!”
    The door opens and the first thing that hits me is the
smell. Whoever's in there is spending some major time with someone named Mary
Jane. I’m almost high just with the first whiff I take.
    I’m disappointed when I notice who has answered the door.
It’s not who I was expecting, which saddens me. It isn’t the guy in the