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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“Rebecca.” He sighs.

“I ruined our relationship because I wasn’t past my hurt, and now you’re going to do the same thing.”

His eyes hold mine.

“You love me. I know you love me.”

“I do.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“I’m not where you left me. I’ve moved on.”

My eyes search his. “You’ve met someone else?”

“Yes.”

My heart free-falls from my chest.

“Who is she?”

“She’s my boss.”

I sit up, outraged. “So you slept with me last night knowing that you are with somebody else?”

“I slept with you last night to get the closure we both needed. Just like we discussed we were going to do. Do not fucking turn this back on me. You knew exactly what you were getting.”

I jump out of bed in outrage. “You have a girlfriend?”

He goes back to adjusting his cuff links. “That’s what I said, isn’t it?”

I feel sick to my stomach.

“You cheated on her . . . with me?”

“Spare me the angelic act.” He rolls his eyes as if I’m a major inconvenience. “Don’t act like you didn’t love every fucking second of it.”

I open my mouth to say something, and he cuts me off.

“If I had told you last night, it wouldn’t have mattered one iota . . . you were here for one thing and one thing only . . . and you got it.”

What?

“Who even are you?” I whisper.

His cold eyes meet mine. “I’m exactly who you always thought I was.” He holds his hands out in a dramatic fashion. “The player who cheats.” He gives me a sarcastic smile. “Be careful what you wish for, Rebecca.”

Touché.

His silhouette blurs.

“Fuck you,” I whisper.

“You already did that . . . now go home.” He walks out of the room, and moments later, I hear the door close behind him.

I drop my head into my hands. Fuck.

Chapter 26

I read the email Blake has forwarded to me, and I walk to the front desk at the airport.

“Hi, I’d like to check in, please. The name is Rebecca Dalton.” I pass over my identification.

She types into her computer. “Do you have any luggage to check in?”

“Just my carry-on.”

She prints out the ticket and passes it over, void of emotion. “You may go to the members’ lounge to wait for your check-in. Have a nice flight.”

“Thanks.” I glance at my ticket as I walk away from the desk.

Business class.

Of course he bought me business class. Typical Blake.

Ugh . . . the man is infuriating.

I stomp through the airport.

I’m not where you left me. I’ve moved on.

My stomach twists as the memory of his words cuts like a knife.

I’m exactly who you always thought I was. The player who cheats. Be careful what you wish for, Rebecca.

I feel sick to my stomach.

His boss, no less.

She’s a doctor, so obviously a brainiac, probably gorgeous, and she gets to see him every day, so . . .

I drag my hand down my face in disgust.

Honestly, I just want to crawl under a rock and hide.

He wanted closure, but all it has done for me is open up a wound in my heart. A deep gash that I now know will never fucking heal.

Only now I can add the title Seedy Side Chick to my résumé.

I go through check-in and find my way to the members’ lounge and take a seat at the bar.

“What will it be?” the bartender asks me.

I look over the choices. Screw it, it’s five o’clock somewhere. “A glass of champagne, please.”

“Ten in the morning.” He smiles as he wipes the counter. “Are we celebrating or commiserating?”

“Commiserating.”

He gives me a knowing smile. “Rough weekend?”

In more ways than one.

“You have no idea.”

Blake

I sit in the hospital cafeteria and stare into space.

It’s been a rough three days.

Pushing Rebecca away has been the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.

I keep going over our night together in my head.

The perfect storm.

I know it shouldn’t have happened, and yet I couldn’t stop myself from touching her one last time.

She came to me.

But I lied to her . . .

She gave me no choice.

I mean, it wasn’t completely untrue. I have been talking to Sam, although I haven’t asked her out yet.

I get a vision of Rebecca and me rolling around under the sheets, and my heart somersaults in my chest.

No.

I can’t go back there. I need to move on.

Rebecca had her chance with me, and she blew it. I’m nobody’s punching bag.

Least of all somebody who is supposed to love me.

“Hey there, you,” a familiar voice says from behind me. I look up to see Sam.

“Hey, you joining me for lunch?”

“Okay.” She smiles.

Sam is beautiful and intelligent and funny. We get along like a house on fire and have been hanging out for weeks.

It’s time to move on.

My eyes hold hers as I come to an internal decision. “Would you like to go out on the weekend?” I ask her.


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