Alpha Billionaire’s Bride, Part Three (BWWM Romance Serial) Read Free

us reel them in. Remind me again why we work for a living?”
    “Damned if I know,” Ian answered. And though he answered in
a light-hearted way, there was truth in it, too. Why did he keep slugging it
out in the business world when most days it felt meaningless? Had it become
habit?
    “So,” Ian said, “tell me how far you’ve gotten with CGTV.”
    Sullivan had a satisfied expression on his spray-tanned
face. “Got ‘em running scared.”
    “Good, but have they sent over a copy of the marriage
license yet?”
    “Nope.”
    “I knew it. They invented this whole thing.”
    “Don’t be too sure,” Sullivan warned.
    “Ugh. No dire warnings, please. You’re not my lawyer today.
You’re my friend.”
    “There’s never a time when I’m not your lawyer, pal. But
this isn’t a warning. I simply don’t want you jumping to conclusions. Remember,
it’s a holiday weekend and they’ve got a skeleton crew, so they may not be
lying when they say there’s no one available to help us right now.”
    “Wrong,” Ian said with utter confidence. “They had plenty of
staff to create that assassination piece they ran on Jada this morning.”
    “True. That doesn’t help their case any.”
    Ian pulled a fresh beer out of the cooler, flashing on when
Jada was in this exact same boat with him, daintily drinking a beer, her full
lips pressed against the mouth of the bottle. He fought back the memory. This
was hardly the time for those kinds of thoughts.
    “Here’s what I want you to do,” Ian told Sullivan. “When we
get back to the house, have our people double the pressure on CGTV. Threaten
the hell out of them. Tell them we have the power to sic Homeland Security on
them if that’s what it takes. But make one thing very clear.”
    Sullivan raised a brow. “And that is?”
    Heat rose up Ian’s neck. “Tell CGTV that if they make any
more claims about Jada’s character or her home or her job or anyone remotely
connected to her, I will make it my life’s mission to personally see to it that
no one at that station ever works in television again.”
    “If you say so, but as your lawyer, I have to warn you that
threats are never a good idea. Especially if you aren’t certain you can
actually follow through with them.”
    “You doubt me?”
    “Not me. No. I know you can be like a dog with a bone. I’m
simply suggesting you consider your actions carefully.”
    “Dammit, Sullivan, you watched that piece on Jada. It was
the worst kind of yellow journalism. I don’t think I’ve ever seen worse.”
    “I don’t know. There was the time the chef blogger posted
that you were an anti-Semite because you didn’t finish your bagel at his
restaurant.”
    “Okay. Other than that one.”
    “And the time that tabloid ran the story about you having
sex with a female Bigfoot.”
    “That was pretty bad.”
    Sullivan pulled in a deep breath. “And the time the
celebrity news show said you tried to force the Pussycat Dolls to fly off in a
UFO with you to populate Venus.”
    Ian smiled. “I kind of liked that one.” His smile faltered.
“But this stuff with Jada is no joke. She’s a civilian, Sullivan. She’s not
used to this crap like you and me.”
    “I know. And I appreciate that you want to protect her.”
    “Good. So threaten the hell out of CGTV.”
    “I’ll see what can be done,” Sullivan said, eyeing Ian
sideways. “It looks like you and Jada have been getting along.”
    “Yes, we have.”
    “So you’ve come to think well of her, I presume.”
    “Why shouldn’t I? Do you know something I don’t?”
    “Of course not. Calm down.” Sullivan laughed. “You actually
looked concerned there for a second. You really do like this woman.”
    He met Sullivan’s gaze. “I do. And I’m not sure why,
exactly, except that she’s extremely beautiful.”
    “It always helps if they’re beautiful.”
    “But it’s not only that,” Ian added quickly. “It’s hard to
explain. She’s a real person, you know,