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

pine and
sweet wildflowers.
    Jada sipped the delicious, freshly-squeezed orange juice and
wriggled her toes in her warm, furry slippers. A cool gust made her shiver and
she tugged on the lapels of her downy, fuzzy robe.
    This had to be the height of decadence, she thought, setting
down the juice and tearing off another piece of the freshly-baked, buttery
croissant. Mrs. Best’s skills were a wonder. The roll practically melted on
Jada’s tongue.
    She leaned back in the chair and sighed. It would have been
an ideal morning but for a few unfortunate things. One, Ian was gone, and two,
Jada had made a total ass out of herself the night before.
    The instant she’d woken up, she remembered what happened.
Jada couldn’t believe she’d gotten half-drunk and said so many moronic things.
Why, oh why, couldn’t she be a blackout drunk and not recall any of it? Why did
she have to remember every single, excruciating detail?
    Whenever she thought about it, even now, outside on the
balcony basking in the splendor of Ian’s estate, her face grew warm and she
became slightly nauseous. She couldn’t recall being more embarrassed. Lesbian
song? Man-sealing harlot? Telling everyone she’d kissed Ian?
    She wanted to disappear, melt away.
    To make matters worse, she still hadn’t heard from her
sister. Marina always returned Jada’s calls quickly. She was aching to tell
Marina everything that had happened and had texted her several times that
morning. She’d gotten no response.
    Now Jada was getting worried. What if something had happened
to Marina? Something bad?
    She told herself not to worry, and overcome by the sudden
need to move, she hopped out of her chair and leaned on the balcony’s iron
railing, scanning the wide sweep of natural grounds. She should go for a walk,
she thought. Maybe it would rid her of her antsy nervousness.
    Swift movement to her right caught her attention and she
peered down the stone path. She saw someone jogging, someone tall and thin.
Sasha. Oh hell no. Jada wasn’t ready to face her today. She tried to duck backwards,
out of sight, but didn’t do it quickly enough.
    “Hey there!” Sasha cried out. “I see you, Mrs. Buckley! Out
enjoying the beautiful weather, are you?”
    Jada sighed. Caught. Damn. She leaned back out over the
railing. “Yes, and I see you are, too.”
    Sasha’s svelte form drew ever closer. Jada realized
something was running beside her, something small ... and multi-colored. It
couldn’t be.
    “Is that my cat?” Jada asked as Sasha pulled up to a stop
under her balcony.
    “Oh, is she yours?” Sasha wasn’t even breathing hard. She
smiled down at Ms. Kitty, who promptly sat down and began daintily licking a
paw. “She fell in with me down by the east docks. Didn’t you, Cat?” She
directed the question to the fastidious feline. “That’s right.” She looked back
up at Jada. “I’ve named her Cat.”
    “Her name’s Ms. Kitty,” Jada called down.
    “Really? That’s not a very good name. Mine’s better. I’ll
call her Cat.” Sasha bent down and patted Ms. Kitty’s head.
    “You can’t name her. She’s mine.”
    “Meh,” Sasha said with a shrug, “she’s a cat. It’s not like
she’s going to come when you call her anyway, no matter what name you use.”
    Jada had to smile. “You’ve got a point. Fine, call her
whatever you want.”
    Sasha squinted at the horizon then back at Jada. “I’m going
to make another circuit, probably. You wanna come? We’ll wait at the steps if
you want.”
    “No, thanks. I’m not a runner.”
    “Okay. Come on then, Cat. Glad someone around here is
interested in fitness. See you around, Mrs. Buckley. Let’s hang out in the
jacuzzi later.”
    Sasha waved and jogged off, Ms. Kitty trotting beside her.
    Jada watched them go with a bemused expression. She was
growing increasingly certain that someone had switched her anti-social cat for
a look-alike, gregarious impostor.
    Her phone vibrated in her pocket and she