My Rules (Kingston Lane #2) Read Online T.L. Swan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: Kingston Lane Series by T.L. Swan
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Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
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I smile as I look around. Oh, to be so young and innocent and so excited to sit on the mat before you get to go home.

I wish my life was so simple.

“Good afternoon, class.” I smile.

“Good afternoon, Miss Dalton,” they reply in their singsong voices.

The bell rings, and they leave the classroom. I take my time to try and prepare myself.

Blake waits patiently outside with Daisy, and I feel like I’m walking to the gallows. I’m probably about to hear something that I don’t want to and then be forced to talk about my worst nightmares.

Finally, when I can’t delay anymore, I grab my bag and walk out.

Daisy dances around, excited to see me, and Blake smiles softly and gives me a kiss on the cheek. “Took your time,” he teases.

“Well, if I had been given some notice, I would’ve been prepared.”

“Well, if I had given you notice, it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it?”

“I don’t have anything packed.”

“I packed a bag for you.”

“I just really don’t want to go away this weekend.”

Blake smiles. “That is until you get there. Trust me, this weekend is going to be the bomb.”

“Blake.” I sigh.

He throws his arm around my shoulder as we begin to walk to the car.

“Why do you want to go away, anyway? We’ve got so much to do at home.”

“Because I want to take my girl away for a special weekend and show her how much she means to me.”

My eyes search his.

I think I’ve heard that exact sentence before. Another dagger goes through my heart, and emotion overwhelms me.

I drop my head to hide my face from him as we walk to the car. Daisy is dancing and bouncing around and thankfully distracting from my sadness.

Blake loads her into the car, and I get into the passenger seat. “Oh, so this is why you wanted to take my car today, so Daisy could come?”

“Yes, unfortunately Daisy in a two-seater Porsche doesn’t work that well.”

“So I’m not getting new tires?”

“Not today.” He smirks as he gets into the driver’s seat and pulls out of the parking lot.

“Where are we going?” I ask as we drive along.

“It’s a surprise.”

“How long does it take to get there?”

“About ninety minutes.”

I turn my attention to stare out the window. Maybe this is a good thing. Maybe this is a blessing in disguise so I won’t have to have a sad memory in my house.

Another sad memory in my house.

Who am I kidding? My house is a fucking nightmare for memories.

Blake chats happily about everything and anything, while I stare into space and mentally prepare myself.

This is it, the beginning of the end.

“Rebecca,” Blake says forcefully.

I glance over at him. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Have you been listening?” He frowns.

“Oh, I’m . . .” I drag my hand down my face. “Not really.”

“Are you okay?” He reaches over and takes my hand in his and puts it on his thigh. “You’ve been quiet the whole trip.”

“Just got a lot on my mind.”

“Like what?”

I can’t hold it in any longer. The poison is starting to seep into my bloodstream. “Have you got anything to tell me, Blake?”

“Like what?” His eyes glance between me and the road.

“Please just be honest with me. I thought we were friends above anything else.”

He frowns. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I know.”

“You know what?”

“Please don’t drag this out. A messy breakup is the last thing I want. Be an adult about this.”

“What are you talking about?” He screws up his face. “Why the hell would we be breaking up?”

“You are seeing other people on the side.”

“What?” he explodes as his eyes nearly bulge from his head. “What are you talking about?”

“Do not raise your voice at me,” I spit.

“Why the hell would you think I’ve been seeing other people?”

“Oh, let me count the ways,” I say sarcastically. “You’ve changed the passcode on your phone, you’re working late all the time, and now you’re fucking lying to me.”

“I have never lied to you. Not once,” he yells, infuriated.

“Oh no,” I scoff. “What a fucking joke. You’ve definitely lied to me.”

“When?”

“When you told me that you were on the phone with Antony while I was actually watching Antony out the window the whole time. You were on the phone with somebody else.”

He falters, and I know that he knows that I’ve got him.

“I can explain that.”

“Please do.”

He puts his blinker on and pulls into a driveway.

“What are you doing?” I snap.

“We’re here,” he growls.

We start driving up a hill on a sweeping driveway. “I don’t want to be here anymore. Can we just go home, please?”

“No.” His jaw ticks as he grips the steering wheel with white-knuckle force. “So let me get this straight—you think I’ve been cheating on you for . . . how long?”

“A couple of weeks.”

“And you never thought to bring this up with me fucking once?” he explodes.


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