Banishing All the Rules (Billionaire Romance) (The A List Series Book 3) by Savannah Rylan
Authors: Savannah Rylan
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back before collapsing against me, snuggling his face into my hair.
“Yeah it was!” I agreed, chuckling.
“I think we’re going to have to do that every time you come into the house from now on.”
I wiggled my ass, feeling him still inside me. “You get no objections from me.”
I was just about to ask him if we wanted to take round two to the bedroom when the doorbell rang.
“Fuck.” He stood, sliding out of me and shoving his penis back inside his pants. “They’re early.”
I pulled up my own pants. “I’m going to get cleaned up real quick. Can you stall?”
He spun me around and pulled me into his arms, planting a sweet, tender kiss on my lips. “Take all the time you need.” He let me go, but caught my arm just as I turned to leave. “You look beautiful, by the way.”
He didn’t let me respond as he quickly left the room to answer the door, leaving me standing there a puddle of emotions and wondering how I ever got so lucky.
Chapter Eleven
Cora
Everything was set. The reporter and a cameraman were there thinking they were covering an exclusive on Breccan, as a promotion for his upcoming movie (thanks to Simon) and Chase had just texted saying Miranda left her Hollywood Hills home, headed in our direction.
Wanting to cover all my bases, I took a risk and very quietly tipped off the cameraman that he may want to have some small cameras set up in the living room and kitchen. He gave me a strange look, but mounted two in each room. If you didn’t look up—and I doubted Miranda would—than you wouldn’t see them at all.
I was a ball of nerves as I awaited whatever would happen next. Breccan kept the reporter busy in the back of the house, telling them the view overlooking the Pacific would be a great place to hold a Q and A.
The only thing I’d told him was to lead the crew into the living room when I gave him a signal, and to do it quietly as if he were nervous about someone breaking into the house.
I sat in the foyer; my knee bouncing up and down as I peered out the window. My stomach was a ball of nerves and I’d already downed like three antacids to settle it, but to no avail.
Twenty minutes later, Miranda’s black BMW drove by, parking in my usual spot across the street. My God, the woman will stop at nothing to take things from me!
I ran into the dining room, hidden from view by a large wooden beam, and signaled to Breccan that it was time.
A minute later, the front door rattled before I heard the distinctive “click” of the lock. Seriously, her B&E skills are very impressive for a psychotic bitch. And Breccan really needs new locks! She was humming something that sounded like one of the songs from Les Mis as she walked slowly around the living room. She wasn’t moving with any sort of hurry or rush, which surprised me. I’d assumed she’d want to get in and get out.
I crouched down further and hid behind an oversized chair to make sure she couldn’t see me as she made her way into the kitchen. She opened several drawers, before finding the ‘junk drawer’ that held miscellaneous batteries, pens, stamps and such. She shuffled several things around before taking a rubber band out and wrapping it around something in her hand. Closing the drawer, she moved back to Breccan’s living room, where she lifted a painting off the wall that contained his safe.
My jaw dropped. How did she know that was even there? She spun the dial, attempting several combinations, but was unable to open it.
As if on cue, Breccan burst from the balcony and ever the actor conveyed shock and horror at seeing Miranda standing in his house.
From my vantage point, no one could see me peeking out. I had to cover my mouth from squealing that this was actually working.
“What in God’s name are you doing here, Miranda? I told you time and time again that we were done.”
Miranda stood shell
“Yeah it was!” I agreed, chuckling.
“I think we’re going to have to do that every time you come into the house from now on.”
I wiggled my ass, feeling him still inside me. “You get no objections from me.”
I was just about to ask him if we wanted to take round two to the bedroom when the doorbell rang.
“Fuck.” He stood, sliding out of me and shoving his penis back inside his pants. “They’re early.”
I pulled up my own pants. “I’m going to get cleaned up real quick. Can you stall?”
He spun me around and pulled me into his arms, planting a sweet, tender kiss on my lips. “Take all the time you need.” He let me go, but caught my arm just as I turned to leave. “You look beautiful, by the way.”
He didn’t let me respond as he quickly left the room to answer the door, leaving me standing there a puddle of emotions and wondering how I ever got so lucky.
Chapter Eleven
Cora
Everything was set. The reporter and a cameraman were there thinking they were covering an exclusive on Breccan, as a promotion for his upcoming movie (thanks to Simon) and Chase had just texted saying Miranda left her Hollywood Hills home, headed in our direction.
Wanting to cover all my bases, I took a risk and very quietly tipped off the cameraman that he may want to have some small cameras set up in the living room and kitchen. He gave me a strange look, but mounted two in each room. If you didn’t look up—and I doubted Miranda would—than you wouldn’t see them at all.
I was a ball of nerves as I awaited whatever would happen next. Breccan kept the reporter busy in the back of the house, telling them the view overlooking the Pacific would be a great place to hold a Q and A.
The only thing I’d told him was to lead the crew into the living room when I gave him a signal, and to do it quietly as if he were nervous about someone breaking into the house.
I sat in the foyer; my knee bouncing up and down as I peered out the window. My stomach was a ball of nerves and I’d already downed like three antacids to settle it, but to no avail.
Twenty minutes later, Miranda’s black BMW drove by, parking in my usual spot across the street. My God, the woman will stop at nothing to take things from me!
I ran into the dining room, hidden from view by a large wooden beam, and signaled to Breccan that it was time.
A minute later, the front door rattled before I heard the distinctive “click” of the lock. Seriously, her B&E skills are very impressive for a psychotic bitch. And Breccan really needs new locks! She was humming something that sounded like one of the songs from Les Mis as she walked slowly around the living room. She wasn’t moving with any sort of hurry or rush, which surprised me. I’d assumed she’d want to get in and get out.
I crouched down further and hid behind an oversized chair to make sure she couldn’t see me as she made her way into the kitchen. She opened several drawers, before finding the ‘junk drawer’ that held miscellaneous batteries, pens, stamps and such. She shuffled several things around before taking a rubber band out and wrapping it around something in her hand. Closing the drawer, she moved back to Breccan’s living room, where she lifted a painting off the wall that contained his safe.
My jaw dropped. How did she know that was even there? She spun the dial, attempting several combinations, but was unable to open it.
As if on cue, Breccan burst from the balcony and ever the actor conveyed shock and horror at seeing Miranda standing in his house.
From my vantage point, no one could see me peeking out. I had to cover my mouth from squealing that this was actually working.
“What in God’s name are you doing here, Miranda? I told you time and time again that we were done.”
Miranda stood shell
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