Alpha Billionaire’s Bride, Part One (BWWM Romance Serial) Read Online Free Page A

promotions and was likely
making a good living, especially for a young, single woman like herself.
    She had no criminal record, not even any dings as a
teenager. There were no restraining orders against former boyfriends. She
didn’t even appear to have gotten so much as a speeding ticket. Talk about
squeaky clean. She had a spiffier past than Ian himself did.
    Online searches revealed nothing unsavory in connection with
her name. No naughty selfies, no pics of flashing herself at drunken college
parties, certainly no sex tapes. She had a minor presence on social media, with
only cursory, private accounts that appeared tied only to close friends and
family.
    They didn’t have much on her school history, not yet anyway.
Before the day was up, Ian would have it, though. In fact, by the time lunch
was over, he bet he’d know more about Jada Howarth than her own parents did.
    After this brief glance at her history, Ian was certain the
woman had no skeletons in her closet. He was looking at a genuine, no-fooling,
good girl.
    He realized he was smiling stupidly. He replaced the smile
with a glower, annoyed at himself for his reaction. What had come over him
today? Perhaps he’d temporarily lost his grip after discovering he was married.
That sort of news would shake any man.
    His phone, the private one in his jacket pocket, vibrated.
He sighed and pulled it out. Great. It was another text from Sasha’s publicist,
Agatha Brimgore.
    “This was not deal. Fix now!!!!! Sasha not happy!!!!! Look
bad!!!!”
    It had to be the twentieth message he’d gotten from the
annoying woman that morning. She’d grown increasingly aggressive, and had clearly
forgotten who she was speaking to. He wished someone would explain to her the
less-is-more approach to exclamation point usage.
    He thumbed in his response. “My apologies to Sasha. Please
send future questions on this matter to my head counsel, Sullivan Collins. I am
unable and unwilling to communicate with you further.”
    With satisfaction, he put the publicist on ignore.
    Sullivan popped back into the office. His usual immaculate,
slicked-back hair style looked slightly rumpled, as did his expensive suit.
Sullivan was never out of his suits, even on Saturdays. That he’d been shot out
into the day without his usual care was apparent.
    “So?” Ian asked, more interested in the answer than he
wished to admit.
    “I call dibs.” He sat on the sofa again, a wolfish smile
stretched across his tanned, lean face.
    “That good, huh? And you can’t call dibs. She’s my wife.”
    “Damn. That’s true. Figures. So what do you think about her
information so far?”
    “I think she’s a genuine person who has nothing to do with
this mess.”
    Sullivan surprised him by striking his palm on his thigh. “I
agree!”
    “Since when?”
    “Since now. We’ll keep digging, of course. But I think it’s
best to assume she’s innocent until proven guilty. The proper thing to do is to
shelter her from the press. She won’t have any way to manage this shit storm if
you don’t help her.”
    “I’ve been thinking about the best way to do that.”
    “We could put her up in one of the company condos until the
worst blows over.”
    Ian considered the idea. He couldn’t see Jada being comfortable
in one of the slick, glass and metal apartments. “They might find her there.
I’m thinking she’d be better off at the lake cabin. Security out there is near
perfection.”
    “Sounds good,” Sullivan said. “I’ll set everything up. You
talk with her and settle her down, explain everything, tell her we’ll take care
of the problems, find out what’s going on, etc.”
    “I think I can manage,” Ian said drily.
    “Yeah, yeah. So shall we bring her in?”
    “I guess we should.” Ian spoke to Cathy on the intercom then
stood and glanced around the office. He wondered what someone like Jada would
think of the place. Grandiose? Dark? Intimidating?
    For the life of him, he couldn’t figure out