Made for romeo, p.1
Made For Romeo, page 1
MADE FOR ROMEO
NATASHA MADISON
BOOKS BY NATASHA MADISON
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Made For Romeo
Made For Stone
The Only One Series
Only One Kiss
Only One Chance
Only One Night
Only One Touch
Only One Regret
Only One Mistake
Only One Love
Only One Forever
Southern Wedding Series
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Mine To Cherish
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Mine To Take
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This Is Series
This Is Crazy
This Is Wild
This Is Love
This Is Forever
Hollywood Royalty Series
Hollywood Playboy
Hollywood Princess
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Something So Series
Something So Right
Something So Perfect
Something So Irresistible
Something So Unscripted
Something So BOX SET
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COPYRIGHT
Copyright © 2023 Natasha Madison. E-Book and Print Edition
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Photo by Ren Saiba
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CONTENTS
SOMETHING SO, THIS IS, ONLY ONE & MADE FOR FAMILY TREE!
About Made For Romeo
Chapter 1
Gabriella
Chapter 2
Romeo
Chapter 3
Gabriella
Chapter 4
Romeo
Chapter 5
Gabriella
Chapter 6
Romeo
Chapter 7
Gabriella
Chapter 8
Romeo
Chapter 9
Gabriella
Chapter 10
Romeo
Chapter 11
Gabriella
Chapter 12
Romeo
Chapter 13
Gabriella
Chapter 14
Romeo
Chapter 15
Gabriella
Chapter 16
Romeo
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Romeo
Chapter 19
Gabriella
Chapter 20
Romeo
Chapter 21
Gabriella
Chapter 22
Romeo
Chapter 23
Gabriella
Chapter 24
Romeo
Chapter 25
Gabriella
Chapter 26
Romeo
Chapter 27
Gabriella
Chapter 28
Romeo
Chapter 29
Gabriella
Chapter 30
Romeo
Chapter 31
Gabriella
Chapter 32
Romeo
Chapter 33
Gabriella
Epilogue One
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SOMETHING SO SERIES
Something So Right
Parker & Cooper Stone
Matthew Grant (Something So Perfect)
Allison Grant (Something So Irresistible)
Zara Stone (This Is Crazy)
Zoe Stone (This Is Wild)
Justin Stone (This Is Forever)
Something So Perfect
Matthew Grant & Karrie Cooley
Cooper Grant (Only One Regret)
Frances Grant (Only One Love)
Vivienne Grant (Made For You)
Chase Grant (Made For Me)
Something So Irresistible
Allison Grant & Max Horton
Michael Horton (Only One Mistake)
Alexandria Horton (Only One Forever)
Something So Unscripted
Denise Horton & Zack Morrow
Jack Morrow
Joshua Morrow
Elizabeth Morrow
THIS IS SERIES
This Is Crazy
Zara Stone & Evan Richards
Zoey Richards
Stone Richards
This Is Wild
Zoe Stone & Viktor Petrov
Matthew Petrov (Mine To Take)
Zara Petrov
Lexi Petrov
This Is Love
Vivienne Paradis & Mark Dimitris
Karrie Dimitris
Stefano Dimitris
Angelica Dimitris
This Is Forever
Caroline Woods & Justin Stone
Dylan Stone (Formally Woods) (Only One Forever)
Christopher Stone
Gabriella Stone (Made For Romeo)
Abigail Stone (Made for Us)
ONLY ONE SERIES
Only One Kiss
Candace Richards & Ralph Weber
Ariella Weber
Brookes Weber
Only One Chance
Layla Paterson & Miller Adams
Clarke Adams
Only One Night
Evelyn & Manning Stevenson
Jaxon Stevenson
Victoria Stevenson
Only One Touch
Becca & Nico Harrison
Phoenix Harrison
Dallas Harrison
Only One Regret
Erika & Cooper Grant
Emma Grant
Mia Grant
Parker Grant
Matthew Grant
Leo Grant
Felecia Grant
Only One Mistake
Jillian & Michael Horton
Jamieson Horton
Bianca Horton
Bailey Horton
Only One Love
Frances Grant & Brad Wilson
Stella Wilson
Only One Forever
Dylan Stone & Alex Horton
Maddox Stone
Maya Stone
Maverick Stone
James Stone
MADE FOR SERIES
Made For Me
Julia & Chase Grant
Made For You
Vivienne Grant & Xavier Montgomery
Made For Us
Abigail Stone & Tristan Weise
Penelope Weise
Payton Weise
Made For Romeo
Romeo Beckett & Gabriella Stone
Mine to Take
Matthew Petrov & Sofia Banres
Mine To Promise
Stefano Dimitris & Addison
ABOUT MADE FOR ROMEO
Gabriella
Moving to LA was my dream since I was thirteen.
By the time I was twenty, I was sought out by some of the most beautiful people in the world to take their pictures.
No one cared that I came from a hockey dynasty.
Everything was perfect.
Then I met him.
It was supposed to be a one-time thing.
But it ended up being more. So much more.
Until he betrayed me.
Romeo
Growing up in LA, everyone knew I came from Hollywood royalty.
Following in my father’s legendary footsteps, I learned early on not to fall for the shallow shine of this city.
When I met her, I didn’t know she was what I’d
In one night, I ruined everything.
She left without a second thought.
I've spent every day since, becoming the man she deserves.
She thinks it’s over.
She’s wrong.
It’s time to win her back.
ONE
GABRIELLA
The soft sound of bells wakes me up from my sleep, my eyes blinking open slowly. My hand creeps out of the big white duvet, grabbing my phone and pressing the snooze button before turning over to lie on my other side. Closing my eyes again, I slip back into a light sleep before the bells ring again. “Ugh,” I mumble, turning off the alarm before throwing the covers off myself. If I don’t get up now, I’ll be snoozing for the next hour, and it’s admin day. I rub my eyes while I shuffle to the bathroom to pee, then walk over and start the shower. I never used to shower in the morning, but I feel like it just starts the day off right. I wrap the white towel around myself before going into my walk-in closet. I slip on a pair of soft pink yoga pants after I put on the white lace thong. Walking over, I pair my outfit with a white crop tank top. I pin my auburn hair on top of my head before walking down the steps toward the kitchen. Instead of turning on the television like everyone in my family, I turn on the music. “Alexa, play ‘These Days,’” I order before she repeats it back to me, and the music starts playing.
I move around the kitchen, grabbing a mug and walking over to the coffee machine. I take a pod and put it in before I press the button on the coffee maker as I walk over to the fridge to grab the milk. Singing the words to the song blasting in the house, I dance back over to the machine as the smell of coffee fills the room. “These days, these days,” I continue singing as I wait for the last drop of coffee to be finished before adding my splash of milk. Scooting over to the drawer to grab a spoon, I place the milk back in the fridge. “Laugh at each other.” I sing the song as I stir my coffee, picking up the mug and taking a sip. “Wonderful.” I smile as I take another sip. There is nothing quite like that first sip of coffee to start your day.
I walk around the island to the stool and sit down, placing the coffee cup right next to my agenda. “Alexa, stop music,” I say out loud, and the music stops right away. I open the laptop next to my phone, making the island my makeshift desk. Even though I have an office right upstairs, I like working downstairs.
I press the little black button on the laptop to power it on while I grab my agenda and flip open to this month’s calendar. One side of the calendar has lines with names written all down the side. I look over the names and the little note I made beside them.
Turning, I move my hand over the little mouse pad in the middle of my computer and click on the mail icon. Grabbing my cup of coffee, I watch the little circle going around as the emails pour in. I wait for the ping to let me know it’s done before scanning down the list. I delete the ones I don’t need and then start reading the ones I kept. I grab my agenda, writing notes in there before replying to the emails. I thought for sure when I left LA, my career would take a hit, but that hasn’t been the case. People don’t care where I’m located as long as I’ll travel to them. So that is what I am doing, and my home base is in Dallas for now.
Once I’ve caught up on all my emails, I grab my phone and start making my calls for this month. The first five calls are standard and basic fashion shoots that will take place at the end of the month. The location is to be determined after they ask me to email them options on where the best place is to do the shoot. I make little notes on the side of the places that come to me.
The next person on the list is someone my aunt begged me to do. I press the number, and the woman answers, “Hello.”
“Hi, Geraldine.” I tap my pen on my agenda. “This is Gabriella.” I wait to see if the woman recognizes the name, but after a couple of seconds, I know she doesn’t. “I got your number from my aunt Allison. I think she knows your daughter.” I try to jog her memory.
“Oh, yes,” she says, her voice going high. “The photographer.”
“That would be me,” I confirm, dropping my pen and picking up my cup of coffee to take a sip. “Sorry it took me so long to get back to you.” I put the cup back. “I was traveling the last couple of weeks.”
“Oh, no problem,” she replies. “I’m just happy you called.”
I smile now. “What can I do for you?” I ask. My aunt Allison didn’t tell me anything when she gave me her number, just that she was looking for someone to take her pictures. I get up and walk over to the fridge to grab a bottle of juice.
Never in a million years did I expect the next words to come out of her mouth. “Well, I was on the internet the other day,” she starts, “and I saw these gorgeous pictures of a woman in lingerie.” I close my eyes and hang my head. “They were so beautiful. She was in a bed, and there was this glow about her.”
I stop her from talking. “I can come to you.” I put the phone on my shoulder as I walk over to my planner. I’m still old school. No matter how technology is, I always, always write my appointments down. It takes one time to make you never trust technology again. “How is next week?” I pull out the red pen, ready to write the lady’s name in it.
“That works. My name is Geraldine,” she repeats, like she didn’t tell me this five times already, “and it’s a boudoir shoot.” I close my eyes, dreading saying yes to my aunt Allison when she said her friend’s mother wanted to take some portraits of herself. I don’t think anyone thought it would be boudoir. I thought maybe pictures in her garden, pictures with her dogs, pictures of her cooking, but the last thing I expected was a boudoir shoot.
“That works,” I confirm, writing her information down. I’m just finishing writing her phone number down when the doorbell rings. “Okay, so next Tuesday at ten.” I look at the time on my Apple Watch, seeing it’s just a little after noon. I push off from the island, wondering if it’s one of my family members or maybe even UPS. I was expecting some rolls of film this week. “See you then.”
I hang up and walk to the door, not thinking anything of it. When I unlock the door and open it, it feels like everything stops in time. Everything is almost in slow motion as my eyes meet his. I never expected the green eyes to be staring back at me. His sandy-blond hair is pushed back. You can see he just ran his hands through it. He’s wearing a leather jacket, jeans, and motorcycle boots, and holding a motorcycle helmet in his right hand. Romeo Beckett in all his Hollywood glory, his megawatt smirk is on full display. “What the fuck are you doing here?” The words come out before I can stop them, and then I shake my head. “Forget it. I don’t even care.” I go to slam the door, but he sticks his boot inside the door. My heart speeds up as if I’m running a marathon at full speed.
“Gabriella,” he says my name as almost a whisper. It’s been eight months since I last laid eyes on him. “We need to talk.” He pushes the door open and stares at me. The only thing I can think of, besides how the hell did he find me, is I hate him. Every single fiber in my being hates this man. Every single fiber in my being also knows I might be secretly lying to myself, but I’m too stubborn to admit that. While going through all these emotions, my head yells out, he broke you.
“We literally have nothing to say to each other!” I shout at him. “Nothing, not a damn thing.” I fold my arms over my chest, knowing he isn’t going to go quietly or else he would have left already. “What do you want?” I ask, but I don’t wait for him to answer me. “What could you possibly want from me?”
