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 bubble up a giggle. “He was?”

“Oh yes.” Chloe nods as she remembers. “He was sitting there watching us play.”

“Who was there?” I ask.

“Carol, Ethel, Winston, Hen, Ant, and Blake, and then Heath and Levi from the Navy House came over too.” Juliet shrugs. “I could hear their voices when you were playing golf, but it was late by then.”

“What the hell were Carol and Ethel and Winston doing playing golf at one in the morning?” I screw up my face in question. “I don’t remember this at all!”

“Being very loud, apparently.”

“I think Blake took you home by then,” Chloe says.

“Why did Blake take me home?”

“You know how he is with you.” Juliet rolls her eyes. “He thinks you’re his little sister that he has to look after all the time.”

I’m still reeling about him hooking up with Taryn. “Why does he think that?” I huff. “It’s so annoying.”

“Be grateful you got home without being gangbanged by the Navy House.”

There’s a house at the end of the street where six Navy SEALs live, and they have a reputation for sharing their women.

“Is that supposed to be a good thing?” I widen my eyes. “That actually sounds like exactly what I need right now.”

“What’s wrong, Bec?” Juliet smirks. “Hungry, kitty?”

“Starving.” I sigh. “Why does Taryn get all the dick around here, anyway?”

For fuck’s sake, I’m annoyed if Blake hooked up with her. I turn my attention to Chloe to change the subject. “How’s Oliver?”

“Dreamy.” Chloe smiles. “He’s taking me somewhere special tonight for our three-month anniversary.”

I smile and take her hand in mine. “Good for you.”

Blake

I pull into my driveway just after 8:00 p.m. It’s been a hell of a day.

Back-to-back appointments with two interns in tow, and then to top it off, just as I was leaving, one of my patients who has an infection took a turn for the worse. I rushed to the hospital and ended up staying for the last two hours until we could stabilize him.

I turn the car off and sit in the silence for a moment. This is the first minute of silence I have had to myself all day.

Bang, bang, bang sounds loudly on the window, scaring me. “What the hell?”

Antony is standing on my driveway in the dark. He opens my car door.

“What are you doing?” I huff.

“Did you find out anything about green cocks?”

“No.” I climb out of my car and slam the door. “Why are you still obsessed?”

“Well, did you read the full story yet?” He begins to follow me up the path as I walk.

“I haven’t had time to fart today.” I unlock my front door.

“It’s been a week. You haven’t even looked at it again?”

“Get off my case already.” I walk inside and put down my things.

“So Hen and I have been thinking about this.” He continues to follow me.

I roll my eyes as I undo my belt. “This is what you thought about all day?” I pull my belt out of my pants. “Green aliens with two cocks.”

“Hard cocks.” He widens his eyes. “Weeping, hard cocks.”

“I swear to god, you two are gay.” I sigh as I go to the fridge.

“We think it must be Taryn.”

I drink the milk from the carton. “Why?”

“Who else would have two-cocked green men on their brain?”

“Apart from you two, you mean?” I roll my eyes and take another swig.

“Yeah,” he continues. “So basically . . . you fucked Taryn.”

I frown at the thought. “That is not . . . great news.”

My phone beeps a text, and I walk back out to the hall to read it. Rebecca.

I made you lasagna.

Do you want me to bring it over?

“Thank god.” I sigh. “Finally, a useful friend.”

I text back.

Just got home.

I’ll be over soon.

“What does that mean?”

“It means I have something going on tonight, so you have to leave.” I walk toward my stairs.

“What do you have going on?” He follows me.

“Stuff.”

“Can I have the flash drive for the night if you’re not going to look at it?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Finders keepers.”

“I want to read it.”

I stop halfway up the stairs. “You’re really into Mr. Green Cocks, aren’t you?”

“His name is Ezra.” He smirks. “And no . . . I’m not into it. I’m just intrigued as to who wrote it.”

“Go. Home.”

“Well, what am I going to tell Henley?” he calls. “We’ve been waiting for you to get home; he’s going to come over.”

“Henley is waiting to read it too?”

He breaks into a guilty smile, and I smirk. “You two are like old women. Go watch some porn like normal men.” I walk into my bedroom.

“You’re fucked,” he calls. I hear the front door close as he leaves.

I look in the mirror at the huge love bite that’s still on my neck. It’s not fading fast enough. “Literally.”

Half an hour later, I’m showered and wearing tracksuit pants and a T-shirt as I make my way over to Rebecca’s. “Hello,” I call in through her screen door.


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