Status Updates From The Rule Breaker (Beaufort ...

NO WHAT? WHAT? so this might have ruined the entire thing for me. ummm.

very honestly, I hadn't read a new bodyguard romance in a while but the first chapters weren't exactly holding my attention and then I reread inside the wicked but I'm fiiinally continuing this and I'm enjoying it admittedly more than I thought I would!! we'll see.

“And as he strides off with me in his arms, I gaze at his profile, my heart lifting every other second as he glances down to check on me, a smile playing on his lips.
I believe him.
Because now that I have Denver, I know, whatever happens now…
It’ll all be okay.”

Man

“Tell me you didn’t, Sinclair,” I say, my voice a choked breath as I struggle not to break apart in front of her. “Tell me you didn’t.”
“I…” She clamps a hand over her mouth as a sob shakes her. “I can’t.”
“How the fuck could you? After everything,” I say, not caring if I sound weak. Not caring about a fucking thing anymore.
Except the truth.”

Bro .

“No!” Sinclair stumbles from the bed. “Denver, stop! You’ll kill him.”
“He deserves to die if he touched you,” I snarl as Brad’s eyes roll in his head.
“He didn’t do anything! I asked him to come in here with me”

BITCH?? You’re evil

“Ice slithers up my spine and my heart ceases to beat.
“Sinclair?” I whisper.
Round green eyes anchor themselves to mine and for a second she just stares at me with her mouth open. Her makeup is smudged, and there’s a glassiness to her gaze as she tries to focus on me.
“D-Denver.”
She pulls the sheet up, trying to cover herself.
Trying to hide from me.”

SHE CHEATED?

“Um…” Zoey’s eyes dart around like she’s looking for someone to help her.
But I already know where Sinclair is. Her best friend wouldn’t be standing here, in my way, if I wasn’t about to walk right into whatever shit Sinclair’s trying to pull.
“You don’t want to go back there, Denver.”

OH FUCK NO

“Neil?” I gasp.
“Hello, Sinclair.” He lowers his hands and tilts his head like he’s trying to see me better around Denver’s body shielding me”

Oh my that’s prolly her daddy or her big brothers daddy

“Better,” I grunt, looking at her sniveling on the ground. I don’t take pleasure in humiliating her. But I know it’s the only thing that will make her understand the effect of her actions. “Now… crawl.”
“What?” she snaps.
“Didn’t you hear him?” Sinclair says. “I did.”
“So did I,” another model pipes up.
“Yeah, me too,” calls out another.
“The fine man said crawl, dear,”
Ah😭

“Then do it! Come for me. I’m ready.” I bounce on my toes, brimming with adrenaline as I picture the look on his face when I really manage to escape him, and not because he’s gone easy on me. “Don’t be a pussy,” I taunt.
“A pussy?” One of his thick brows arches.”

Hate when they do this and can’t back it up girl ples don’t embarrass me 🫩

“What’s the first word you think of when you look at me?”
He presses his lips together, his eyes roaming up and down the street as he studies each person walking by.
“I’ll help you,” I offer. “Stubborn client, needs babysitting, helpless, treated like a child, difficult, spoiled⁠—”
“Princess.”

😛

“When you’re with me, I do that.”
“Do what?”
“Stay there.” I fix her with a look that makes her frown.
I exit the car and round the hood, making quick work of getting to her door before she can try to open it again herself and really piss me off”

😭

“Exhaling a tense breath, I open up the tracking app on my phone. Her phone location is showing her in her Park Avenue apartment where she said she’d be. I make another selection and a small blue dot pops up on the screen.
“That’s a good girl,” I rasp, as the tracker I snuck inside Monty’s collar shows him as being in her apartment too.”
Oop

“I narrow my eyes. I’m still going to ditch him. But knowing he’s willing to look after Monty makes my dislike for him thaw half a degree.
“Fine.”
He stares back, unfazed, as my father’s voice rings out around the room with a finality in it that I feel all the way to my toes.
“I trust you with my life. Now I’m trusting you with my daughter”

Shoulda phrased that better they gonna fuhhh

“She looks up from beneath her platinum blonde hair and catches my eye. I smile, my heart swelling. She’s thirty, seven years older than me, and we’ve become friends. People have commented on the fact she’s twenty years younger than my father and they’re having a baby together. But I don’t give a shit what people say, or what garbage the press like to spin”
She couldn’t have been 5 years older😭