Banishing All the Rules (Billionaire Romance) (The A List Series Book 3) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Savannah Rylan
mustache on her lip. “Be better if I had enough marshmallows, but fine. Go on now.”
I couldn’t help but smile, which only broadened at the hope to have a chance to talk to Breccan before he disappeared again.
I froze in my tracks when I saw Miranda standing in Breccan’s living room. Her back was to me and she was playing with something in her hands.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
She wheeled around, obviously not expecting me to be there, drawing her hands behind her back in order to hide whatever it was she had. “You!” she sneered.
“Me.” I crossed my arms over my chest, narrowing my eyes. “Now answer my question. What the fuck are you doing here? And what the fuck are you hiding behind your back?”
She wore the “deer in headlights” look for only another second before completely changing her demeanor, standing up straighter and squaring her shoulders. She lifted her chin, attempting an air of superiority. “You of all people don’t get to demand anything from me. You’re nothing more than the help.” She practically spat the last word, like it soiled her mouth just saying it. “I should be asking you why you’re here. Breccan’s not even home.”
I refused to back down or be intimidated by her. Not this time. “Which is exactly why I’m about to call the cops on your crazy ass. I know you don’t have a key. How the fuck did you even get in here?”
Something that resembled fear flashed in her eyes, but only for a second. “I’ll have you know Breccan did give me a key.”
“Bullshit. Try again.”
She waivered a bit, but held firm. “How dare you call me a liar.”
“Oh, I’ll call you a lot more than that if you don’t start giving me some answers. Now.”
Neither of us budged, both staring daggers at the other, but I was done letting this bitch walk all over me. I called her bluff and started toward her. Intent on pulling her out by her fake extensions if necessary. Miranda dodged left as I came up on her and grabbed a vase from the table next to her, heaving it at me.
I instinctively ducked, narrowly missing the crystal vase smacking me in the head. The vase shattered upon hitting the wall behind me, breaking into thousands of sharp, tiny shards. “You bitch!” I screamed as a second vase was thrown. This time her aim was better and she hit me. Glass lodged in the bare skin of my legs and feet, feeling like tiny razors as they sliced across my skin.
I howled in pain, hopping from one foot to another. The distraction was enough for Miranda to get away, and before I could even turn back toward her, she was gone. The front door still open as the sound of her BMW revved, tires squealing, as she sped away.
I stood there in utter disbelief of what just happened. What was she doing here? What was she hiding behind her back?
“Hello?” Evelyn called, coming out of her room. “I heard a commotion. What’s going on?”
“Stay where you are, Evelyn! Everything’s okay now, but there’s broken glass on the floor.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. Positive. Go finish your cocoa while I clean up out here, okay?” The last thing I needed was to need to take her to the ER because she had broken shards of glass all through her feet. I stepped over the largest pieces and headed for the broom closet to retrieve the handheld vacuum and the garbage can.
I picked up the large pieces first before moving the couch to vacuum underneath it. I was almost finished when something touched my shoulder.
Chapter Six
Cora
I jumped about three feet in the air, my arms flailing.
“Cora! It’s just me,” Breccan held both of my shoulders, pulling my back against his chest. Relief flooded through me, fearing Miranda was back for round two.
“Oh thank God,” I sank into his welcoming arms as he wrapped my trembling body against him.
“You’re
I couldn’t help but smile, which only broadened at the hope to have a chance to talk to Breccan before he disappeared again.
I froze in my tracks when I saw Miranda standing in Breccan’s living room. Her back was to me and she was playing with something in her hands.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
She wheeled around, obviously not expecting me to be there, drawing her hands behind her back in order to hide whatever it was she had. “You!” she sneered.
“Me.” I crossed my arms over my chest, narrowing my eyes. “Now answer my question. What the fuck are you doing here? And what the fuck are you hiding behind your back?”
She wore the “deer in headlights” look for only another second before completely changing her demeanor, standing up straighter and squaring her shoulders. She lifted her chin, attempting an air of superiority. “You of all people don’t get to demand anything from me. You’re nothing more than the help.” She practically spat the last word, like it soiled her mouth just saying it. “I should be asking you why you’re here. Breccan’s not even home.”
I refused to back down or be intimidated by her. Not this time. “Which is exactly why I’m about to call the cops on your crazy ass. I know you don’t have a key. How the fuck did you even get in here?”
Something that resembled fear flashed in her eyes, but only for a second. “I’ll have you know Breccan did give me a key.”
“Bullshit. Try again.”
She waivered a bit, but held firm. “How dare you call me a liar.”
“Oh, I’ll call you a lot more than that if you don’t start giving me some answers. Now.”
Neither of us budged, both staring daggers at the other, but I was done letting this bitch walk all over me. I called her bluff and started toward her. Intent on pulling her out by her fake extensions if necessary. Miranda dodged left as I came up on her and grabbed a vase from the table next to her, heaving it at me.
I instinctively ducked, narrowly missing the crystal vase smacking me in the head. The vase shattered upon hitting the wall behind me, breaking into thousands of sharp, tiny shards. “You bitch!” I screamed as a second vase was thrown. This time her aim was better and she hit me. Glass lodged in the bare skin of my legs and feet, feeling like tiny razors as they sliced across my skin.
I howled in pain, hopping from one foot to another. The distraction was enough for Miranda to get away, and before I could even turn back toward her, she was gone. The front door still open as the sound of her BMW revved, tires squealing, as she sped away.
I stood there in utter disbelief of what just happened. What was she doing here? What was she hiding behind her back?
“Hello?” Evelyn called, coming out of her room. “I heard a commotion. What’s going on?”
“Stay where you are, Evelyn! Everything’s okay now, but there’s broken glass on the floor.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. Positive. Go finish your cocoa while I clean up out here, okay?” The last thing I needed was to need to take her to the ER because she had broken shards of glass all through her feet. I stepped over the largest pieces and headed for the broom closet to retrieve the handheld vacuum and the garbage can.
I picked up the large pieces first before moving the couch to vacuum underneath it. I was almost finished when something touched my shoulder.
Chapter Six
Cora
I jumped about three feet in the air, my arms flailing.
“Cora! It’s just me,” Breccan held both of my shoulders, pulling my back against his chest. Relief flooded through me, fearing Miranda was back for round two.
“Oh thank God,” I sank into his welcoming arms as he wrapped my trembling body against him.
“You’re
Readers choose
Greg Pace
Katherine Cachitorie
Jessica Knauss
Kate Douglas
Ryan Schneider
Sherry Turkle
Christie Ridgway
Rebecca Demarest
Michael Fowler