Free Breaking All the Rules (Billionaire Romance) (The A List Series (Book 2)) by Savannah Rylan Page A

the portfolio in front of me, and walked out the door. I needed to get out of there, clear my head. I needed to stop thinking about Cora.
     
    But God she made it so difficult. When I held her that night, her soft, curvy body snuggled deep against me, it was the first time in months I relaxed enough to sleep without needing any medication. All the shit in my head that usually bogged me down, vanished. I didn’t worry about… no, I didn’t want to go there now. But when I woke up as my hand slid down her willing body, she moaned my name as she slept. That was the final straw. My dick was so hard, hearing my name whispered out of her perfectly round mouth, not even a cold shower and my rough hand could take the edge off.
     
    Even though I’d barely gotten three hours of sleep, I was wired for hours. I got up, showered, jacked off, wishing it was Cora’s soft pussy instead of my hand, and then went to work making sure Jude would never get the chance to lay another hand on her ever again.
    It wasn’t hard to find someone who was willing to take care of the problem, not with the money I was offering. The dark web was a beautiful thing. Not even an hour later I had confirmation that the job was done. I glanced over at Cora, safe and warm, snuggled up in my bed and lightly snoring, and smiled as I hit “send” on the wire transfer. Yep, I didn’t regret at thing. And I’d do it again.
     
    “Are you out of your fucking mind?” Simon grabbed my arm, turning me to face him as his screams echoed in the hallway.
     
    “What the fuck are you talking about?”
     
    Simon’s eyes bulged out of his head. “You agreed? How could you agree to what those two jackasses said? After everything that happened last year?”
     
    I had no idea what he was talking about, but a tight knot formed in the pit of my stomach. “I’ve gotta be honest with you, Simon. I wasn’t paying any attention to what they were saying. I have no idea what I agreed to. I just wanted to get out of there.”
     
    He lowered his head. “Oh fuck, Breccan. Of all the times for you to space out…”
     
    “Simon. What did I just agree to?”
     
    He shook his head. “You can’t blame me for this Brec. You agreed to it. You did.”
     
    The knot tightened. “What the fuck is it, Simon?”
     
    He sighed. “You agreed to go out with Miranda again. Be seen with her in the weeks before the release, and then take her to the premiere. And, depending on sales, continue for a few weeks after release.”
     
    It was like Simon had physically struck me. My eyes slid closed as I absorbed the blow. How the fuck did I let this happen? Not Miranda. It took me almost eight months to finally pry her claws out of me, and here I extended my jugular for her to clamp down on once again.
     
    I ran my hands through my hair, trying to calm down the frustration coursing through me. “Tell me you’re joking.”
     
    “I wish I was,” he said flatly.
     
    Miranda Deveraux was America’s sweetheart. A former child star who was only worth a damn because her parents were well known in the industry. After her sitcom ended, she managed to land several key roles in “girl next door” chick flicks, cementing her “sweet” image in the public eye. Men everywhere wanted to fuck her and women wanted to be her. She had everyone in the media wrapped around her little finger and she knew it.
     
    Two years ago, right after I was named “sexiest man alive” the first time, her agent called requesting a meeting with Miranda about a future project. It turned out, that project was “get Breccan to date Miranda to boost her image after that DUI.”
     
    The girl was a raving bitch with dual personalities: one for the public and one behind closed doors. It took a while for her to turn off her public persona with me, and once she finally did, it was too late for me to make a clean break. There was too much involved.
     
    What the fuck had I just gotten myself into?

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